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Not your typical post on teasing folks. I'm giving a tease peak at what I'm calling "Submit to Him" for Total E-bound. This story falls in line with the characters from Her Shelter and figures Reinhold in an interesting situation.

Theresa is a pretty, smart assed witch, the youngest of the three sisters. Always getting treated like the baby, she hates that everyone makes her feel her age. She's a woman now damnit! And she has needs...very adult needs.

Reinhold is told to go spend time with her and use the gifts he's been given from Mistress Crissy (From Her Shelter) and his other m ates to help show Theresa just what she needs...let's look in!



“Fuck,” he’d sighed softly while stroking Katiera’s beautiful fur. His soul mate had pegged him spot on regarding his behaviour and need to spend time with his three owners and while he’d had time with Lynne and Crissy, he’d yet to really get to know Theresa.
These women owned the wolves outright, a gift from the Goddess Diana in order to help comfort them during their lonely times. It took some time but Reinhold learned to accept his switch side with Lynne, and offer the gift of submission to Crissy. But now he needed to spend some time using what he’d learned from Lynne to be the dominant Theresa desperately needed.
All of these lessons would ensure a long life with his soul mate and that the health of the pack continued well after his death.
He’d been told Theresa was a fighter. Seeing her from a distance, Reinhold watched Theresa best man after man who attempted to get the better of her in a martial arts contest.
Snickering, he wondered if any of them saw her cheating.
The little redhead held her secrets close to her chest but Reinhold had been given a warning about her. She’d act Alpha. Lynne told him she’d try to buck him.
Hell, even Crissy had warned him.
As usual, Kateria’s assessment of Theresa was spot on. Theresa needed someone to show her some compassion and put her in her place without using brutality but rather, sensuality. He’d learned that from Lynne.
Crissy had taught him some humility. For a wolf that was rather difficult. His pride continued to rear its ugly head from time to time but he managed to push it down. Each time it became easier to do.
Of course the fact that his soul mate merely swatted him with a paw and snuffed when he ran his yap somehow seemed to help.
Looking at Theresa, he watched her move with grace and skill of a fighter. Katiera yawned.
“Bored, sweet mate?”
She didn’t bother to respond.
By now he’d grown used to her lack of response when he’d asked questions he knew the answer to.
Theresa is a stubborn brat. Her aura reads like someone who is troubled and you’re going to have your work cut out for you, my love.”
He sighed. Stroking her fur, he bent down to whisper in to her ear. “I know.”
Her pointed ears perked up. How?
“You taught me well, young one.”
An image of her smug grin appeared in his head. Truly Katiera was a powerful wolf and held her own in his mind. His heart swelled at the pride he felt towards her.
With Lynne and Crissy being older than he, Reinhold felt he needed someone younger to balance him out. He didn’t get that from his soul mate, not entirely.
She was ten years his junior. But she was every bit as Alpha in her role as he was.
Yet Theresa...
Watching her clash swords with a stronger male opponent gave him hope in her strength. Watching her form, she was near perfect. The problem was that she lacked true focus.
It’s up to you, dear mate to teach her what she lacks.
Reinhold nuzzled Katiera. “I know. It’s going to be a difficult journey for her.”
And a frustrating one for you too, I predict.
“Oh,” he paused, giving thought to the hidden curves beneath the armour Theresa wore to guard against accidents, “I don’t know.”
Reinhold’s mouth curled up in a smile. This was going to be fun.

Chapter One

Leaning back in her chair, Theresa took a sip from her diet soda and looked at the screen. So far the rendering of the cover she’d done looked good but it lacked something.
She touched her chin “What is missing?”
She stared at the cover and saw the image clear as day. A man with long dark hair hanging down past his hips stood with a sword in hand, bare-chested. She’d made sure to capture just the right amount of muscle tone in the drawing to reflect her choice in men. He was lean, tanned and held a fierce look in eyes so richly coloured that she found herself getting lost in them if she stared too long.
Black acid washed jeans hugged hips that she’d drawn for nothing but pure pleasure, the man was sin incarnate.
The question she held firmly in her mind was, where was her sinful lover?
Just once she’d like to be pushed beyond her limits without one of her sisters being around to watch and make sure that the baby of the family didn’t get hurt.
Just once, she’d like to be fucked so hard and raw that it hurt to walk the next day. Was it too much to ask for a little blood, either?
Or how about restraints? Lynne hadn’t been a fan of anything harder than silk rope but Theresa wanted metal.
For the love of Loki, she wasn’t a human like any of her previous lovers had been. She was a witch, bestowed with powers from the Goddess Diana among others. She held a certain sway over nature. Reverence was something she maintained but damnit, couldn’t she get even one of the wolves to notice her?
Spinning around in her chair, she twirled stands of blood red hair in her fingers while pondering the problem at hand.
The cover model needed a mate.
Someone who was soft in all the places where he was hard.
She swallowed the lump in her throat and noticed her nipples pucker against the cotton of her shirt.
Shit, she’d even managed to grow damp between her thighs, soaking the crotch of her new panties.
“Gods be damned!” She swivelled back to face the image on screen. Leaning forward, she set both hands on the keyboard and began manipulating the image to make room for a wild female.
The door opened softly behind her so that she barely noticed.
Theresa waved a hand back at whoever had come in, though the scent of lupine filled her nostrils.
Awareness of the male Alpha of the pack she and her sisters owned filled her with anticipation.
He was a frustrating bastard, always ordering Lynne around and never around it seemed when Crissy needed help.
Not that her older blonde sister ever would admit that, but it irritated her none the less.
A hand settled on her shoulder.
Fingers began to massage her aching muscles.
It was then that she noticed her aching lower back. “Mm, that feels good.”
Reinhold remained quiet while his fingers continued to apply pressure to Theresa’s tired shoulders.
Slowly, she leaned back. Letting his fingers work some of the tension out of her neck felt good. Theresa let out a long breath, releasing stress with it. “You’re after something.”
“Ruiner.” Reinhold’s fingers continued to work up her neck and down again. He stepped closer.
Tingles went up and down her spine. Her nipples remained hard and her panties soaked. She clenched her fists together but his strong fingers continued working the knots from her neck so that she let her hands down by her sides.
Warmth flooded her when wetness filled her core. She hated how turned on she was right now but the wolves were a natural aphrodisiac for the Sisters. The other two had succumbed to Reinhold at one point or another.
She broke the silence between them. “I hate that I can’t tell you to stop.”
Reinhold chuckled, the low rumble in his voice seeming to careen down his arms into her.
She hated how the low masculine sound made her feel.
“You hate the feeling of comfort and familiarity, Theresa. I’ve watched you. You’re an interesting woman.”
She nodded. “That I am. And I’m nothing like Lynne or Crissy so don’t think those charms you used on them will work on me.”
“You’re right,” his fingers continued moving up into the base of her skull, “you’re not like them. You’re a beauty in your own right, with your own needs and desires.”
She nodded, though focus on what he said became difficult. “That’s right.” She made sure to speak steadily, not letting her voice waver anymore than it already was.
His voice dipped another notch lower, “You’re a woman with unspoken needs, Theresa.”
Glaring, she slowly turned around to face him in order to tell him off. How dare he assume she had needs that she hadn’t told him about. He was merely a wolf for her to—her mouth dropped open when she saw the size of his erection staring her point blank.
She licked her lips unconsciously.
“Kneel, sweet redhead.” He stepped back from her and set his hands on his hips.
She couldn’t help herself, nor did she want to. Theresa found herself kneeling before the Alpha’s proud cock. He was smooth with a bulbous head that begged for little kisses. His shaft needed her teeth marks along the underside while she swirled her tongue over his head.
Shaved balls hung low between powerful thighs built just like the image on her screen. Her mouth watered.
He gave the soft command. “Take me in your mouth, sweet redhead.”
The voice of reason screamed in her mind for her to stop, but she found herself reaching for him, weighing the feel of his cock in her nimble fingers.
His swollen cock bobbed up and down at her first tentative touch.
He smiled, but kept a stern gaze on her. “You either want it or not. If you do not, I will walk away and not bother with you, third sister.”
She swallowed. Rejection.
He would reject her? Reinhold was the wolf here, not her. He was the owned one, not the other way around.
“You’ve got five seconds. One.” He dropped his voice, “two. Three. Four.”
“All right!” She took him in hand and tugged his cock, loving the smooth velvety feel of him. Pumping him once kept him focused on her hand for a moment, long enough to distract him from counting.
“Good girl.” He set his hand in her hair, tangling fingers in her curls. “I love that you’re so quick to obey.”
A wry grin crossed her mouth. “Who said I wasn’t horny and waiting for you to show up?”
“A wolf knows when like calls to like. And when we should connect deeper. Now take me in your lovely mouth, sweet redhead.”
Irritated, she half felt like biting his cock off.
The stern look in his eyes held lust and wanton fire that distracted her from annoyed thoughts. Opening her mouth wide, she tried to pull him closer but he remained where he was.
“You come to me, little girl.” He gazed down at her through half open, somewhat angry eyes. “Never the other way around.”
Nodding, Theresa scooted forward, keeping her eyes on his when she took his precious cock in her mouth.
Sealing her lips around him, she savoured his girth and smoothness. Her panties grew sticky with juices flowing and she felt embarrassed. Shifting her weight, she reached for the towel on the desk.
He slapped her hand away. “I didn’t say you could do that. So don’t do it again.”
She winced. Pulling back from him, the desperate need in her voice gave away her feelings. “I am so wet, Reinhold I...”
The one look in his eyes spoke volumes. He liked her aroused. She salivated for the taste of him. Licking her lips, she took him in again, letting her throat relax so she could savour all of that delicious cock.
His hands tangled in her hair, easing her onto him until she’d taken him in and pressed her lips against the bass of his shaft.
He smelled rich, lupine. The sticky sweet head of his cock had become covered in precum that begged for her lick it off.
Yet he slid his dick past her lips again.
“I like a hungry woman.”

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