Nicholas's pov
Something's up. Jaime doesn't seem to miss the pups at all, in fact it's almost like he doesn't even notice that they're gone. He continues to go through the motions as if he's still caring for them, but what makes me even more suspicious is the fact that his behavior towards me is still the same. He willingly climbs into my bed and spreads his legs for me, most of the time, he's already there waiting for me when I arrive at my room. Not that the little game he's playing is going to do any good, he made his choice and the pups are happy where they are. I hear the bedroom door open and focus my attention on Jamie who was entering the room, a bathrobe wrapped around his slender frame. I smirk at him and his eyes quickly look away.
"You know you're not allowed to wear clothes when you're here with me."
"S-Sorry, Alpha Nicholas."
The smirk fell away and I let out a warning growl.
"I told you not to call me that! As my Luna, you and you alone are allowed to address me without my title."
"I'm not your Luna, Nicholas, I am your whore whose only job is to bear you pups."
I smiled mockingly at him.
"And what's wrong with being my whore, Jamie? There are others in this pack that envy your position."
"If they knew what you do to me they'd change their minds quickly enough."
I narrowed my eyes at him, this is the first time in a while that he's complained about his position in the pack and it's kind of annoying.
"Jaime, you don't want me to treat you like the pack wishes."
"What do you________?"
"So you want me to chain you to my bed and beat you whenever I get angry? You want me to use you as a breeding machine to bear pups that I can sell off just because I can? I can make your life so much worse, Jamie and I will if you continue to fight with me."
Jaime was shaking, I knew my words would hit him hard, he's still so weak.
"Y-You would sell our pups?"
"Our pups? You would have no say in their lives, they would be my property and I would do with them as I wished."
Closing his eyes, Jamie untied the robe and let it slip from his shoulders to pool on the floor.
"Please, I'm sorry. I won't talk back again."
I smile in mock understanding.
"I know this has been hard on you, Jamie. All I want is for you to do what I say without question, but with everything that's happened, I can see why you want to strike back . . . maybe I should_________."
"Please don't take Desmond away from me!"
My smile stretches a little wider.
"I never said I was going to do that, at least not permanently like the others. I want to take you away for a few days, so you can have a chance to relax."
"P-Please, I'm f-fine. I-I shouldn't have talked back to you."
The smile slowly slid from my face as he walked closer, my eyes darkening with desire at the naturally sensual sway of his hips.
"Do you even know how beautiful you are, Jamie?"
"I-I____________."
"From the moment you were born, I thought you were the most beautiful, the most perfect creation I had ever seen. From the moment you looked up at me with those big blue-green eyes of yours, I felt like I had seen the sun for the first time and I knew I had never been in love until that moment."
"What about . . . What about my mom?"
"What about her? She was just a slut who couldn't keep her legs closed. Any love I might have had for her died as soon as you were born. You were the only good thing that came from her."
"If-If you love me, why do you hurt me? Why did you let Quinn hurt . . . hurt me?"
Jamie, you think I do those things because I don't love you? Everything I do is because I love you so much that I only want you to look only at me. If you weren't so stubborn, I never would have gone as far as letting Quinn discipline you."
Swallowing, Jamie reached the bed and straddled my naked waist, nodding his head without replying. I reached out a hand, pulling him down until I was looking into his eyes.
"Do you love me, Jamie?"
Jamie clenched his hands into fists against my sides, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to come up with an answer that wouldn't make me angry.
"I . . . I________."
Instead of feeling angry about his hesitation, I was unexpectedly relieved.
"It's fine if you don't love me Jamie, as long as you belong to me, because I will never let you go."
Releasing my hold on him, I gently slid both hands to his hips and his head fell back as I pressed against his opening and thrust inside of him all at once. Jamie was all that matters to me and I will drive away anyone that comes close to him, anyone that looks at him and sees what I see in him . . . HE IS MINE!
Jaime's pov
I bite my lip to hold back a moan of pleasure as Nicholas continues to thrust into me. I'm feeling so many things all at once, guilty because I know that I shouldn't enjoy Nicholas touching me this way, that its wrong; but I crave it now . . . I can't, I don't want it to stop. There's also anger at myself and him along with the desire to push him away, mixed with pathetic weakness because I know I can't unless I want to risk him taking it out on our pups. But most of all is a dizzying, mind numbing fear. What if I make him angry and he decided to sell our pups as punishment? Every time he comes to me alone, I'm filled with the terrifying realization that he could have sold them already and I would never know the truth, it's not like I have anyone on my side, like Nicholas said; everyone in the pack believes I'm getting what I deserve. An unexpected thought crept into my mind . . . if Eric was here, would he help me? No, I rejected him, why would he care what happened to me? He would probably mock me for choosing a monster over him because he doesn't understand that I . . . I never had a . . . a choice. Nicholas started thrusting faster, fragmenting my thoughts and I can't hold back a scream of pleasure. Eric's name clawed at my throat wanting to be shouted and I could feel myself starting to panic. Not now! When I'm alone in the safety of my own room free to focus on my thoughts it'll be fine to wonder about him, but not when I was here with Nicholas inside of me! I failed the others, I have to protect Desmond from Nicholas. . . I can't let lingering feelings for Eric cause me to lose everything I have left! By sheer force of will I swallowed Eric's name back down, whispering Nicolas's name like a desperate prayer.
"Nicholas . . . Nicholas . . . Nicholas. "
One of his large hands rose up to stroke the skin of my back and I shivered at the sensation.
"I have you my beautiful mate, just let everything else go."
I nodded, allowing myself to give in . . . I don't have the strength to fight him now and if I continue fighting when he holds all of the cards, I know the last of my pups will be made to suffer for my arrogance.
