Shifter Domination Complete Set

"Take it off," Darius demands, voice pitched low and authoritative.

The officer shivers. "I- I can't. She's a half-shift who's not in the facility. She should have been registered and locked-"

"Don't finish that if you value your life," Ethan warns him and he has enough sense to comply immediately.

Darius thinks about the repercussions of ripping the officer apart with his teeth and decides against it. He doesn't want to frighten Aria, who doesn't understand why she had been chained up. She probably doesn't even understand why being chained up is bad because even as Ethan tries to argue for her release, she lifts her legs and watches the metal rings on the chain dangle with her head tilted in fascination. Poor kit. She does look so lovely in chains.

"As soon as she's mated, she'll be released," the officer straightens up and says. "It's for her own safety too. There's a tracker embedded in that if you ever lose track of her. We have an app you can download to link with it and an alarm she can sound if she's ever in trouble."

"I don't care about your fucking app," Ethan growls, fast losing his patience with the officer.

"Can we go home now, Master Darius?" she asks softly, tugging his wrist, her dainty fingers not long enough to circle around his wrist completely. Belatedly, he remembers she doesn't like it when they raise their voice around her.

He nods and she jumps up to her feet. She takes one step before the chains get tangled up and she's tilting forward. He scoops her up into his arms easily, loving how she clings to him when he does.

"Right. Fine. Leave. I'll handle the rest of this. Good job, Alex. I'm so glad you're here to help," Alex mumbles as he watched them leave.

Aria giggles and peers at the man from over his shoulder. "Bye, Alex. Thank you," she says shyly.

He growls, shifting his grip on her so she can no longer see Alex.

She's such an innocent little thing. He's glad the fire department had gotten her and is grateful that his reach extends far enough that he was informed immediately. He doesn't want anyone to take advantage of her. The mere thought of it is enough to make his teeth lengthen and his claws sharpen.

"Master Darius," she murmurs, arms wrapped tightly around his neck. "I'm sorry Master Darius. I'm a good girl. I promise," she says.

Innocent talk like that shouldn't make his dick hard, but his body betrays him nevertheless. "I know you are, baby," he says because he can smell her getting anxious again, embarrassment and guilt mixed together as he carries her out of the station. He wants to snarl at everyone looking at them - at her.

"I'm sorry," she mumbles. The salty scent of her tears shouldn't make his cock strain in his pants but it does. At least carrying her would shield his arousal. His driver hastens to get the door open for him the moment he sees him.

He climbs in with her in his arms. She's still light even though she's gotten wonderfully soft in all the right places. "You shouldn't have climbed out the window, Aria," he chastises once the car starts towards their home.

He likes her like this, soft and pliant, a little meek and uncertain too because as much as she likes nuzzling up to him in his lap, a part of her understands that she's courting trouble. The animal part of her recognizes that he wants her, but she is too innocent and naive to understand what that entails exactly. He's not going to take advantage.

"You remember our rules, baby?" he asks.

She trembles a little every time he calls her that. "I remember," she whispers.

"And the first rule?" he asks quietly, letting her answer the question as her own time.

Never leave the house. "I'm sorry, Master Darius," she whimpers, voice wobbly and afraid. "I'm sorry." She's trembling a little, afraid and uncertain because he's never spoken to her like this. He hasn't raised his voice at her, but he's frustrated and worried, the combination of both making him angry.

It's true he lets her get away with a lot of things. He lets her crawl up his lap the first day he got her because she was so small and smelled so frightened and sweet, so he wanted her to feel better. He didn't realize then that it was going to be a problem, that his wolf would see the perfect little cat-girl and decide she's going to be his mate. That she would belong to him.

That she was his.

He didn't want anyone else to see her. He wanted her for himself. All the time.

It's really not fair.

He had run into her when she was just a tiny kit and had clung to her caretaker's hand so tightly, collar around her throat and ears hidden underneath an ugly wrap. She had been so sweet back then too, so full of questions, brave enough to talk to him because no one's told her that she shouldn't yet.

He was supposed to bring her to the facility where the rest of the shifters like her are kept, where they're tested to see how human they are and if they can be integrated into society and live happy, normal lives. If she couldn't, then she was supposed to live inside the facility where her needs are cared for and her innocence isn't exploited.

She was supposed to be free.

He couldn't do it. He wanted her for himself. He didn't want them to

check if she's human enough to live alone because he doesn't want her to live alone. He didn't want to live alone. Not anymore. Not when the alternative is having her with him all the time.