by Unknown
I slumped and ground my teeth into my bottom lip. Shit. My double-dating had caught up with me and there would be hell to pay. Wolves don’t share and mates are just more territory to defend. With a sigh, I flipped open my cell phone and hit ignore. “Let’s stop playing games. You got me.”
Kane gave me a hurt look. “Why Sabrina?”
I held up my hands in a helpless gesture. “I liked you both. Too much to choose one over the other.”
“And we didn’t deserve to know that?” Mason also looked hurt.
My heart twisted at seeing them both so upset and knowing it was my fault. “I know how wolves are.”
“Stupid?” Kane’s gaze narrowed and he stared at me until I lowered my eyes in submission.
“Not stupid, Kane. Just possessively monogamous.” They said monogamy was in the wolf DNA. The only problem? I seemed to be missing the genetic code that bound me to just one mate.
A picture flashed through my mind of the three of us together, a tangle of flesh and sensation. I squashed it before desire ran away with me. That will never happen. You’re about to be dumped by the only two men you’ve ever been faithful to and maybe even kicked out of your pack.
Noticing my thoughts had turned inward, Kane snapped his fingers. “Sabrina? Are you with us?”
I nodded and pulled away from my fantasy, coming back to the present. “Yes.”
“Well, as the Bright Moon pack leader, it’s up to me to administer justice.” He turned to Mason. “I hold you innocent, there is no betrayal from your pack. But I would ask your help in Sabrina’s punishment.”
Mason nodded. “Whatever you need.”
“Did you bring your things?”
Mason disappeared for a moment and returned, tossing a black duffel bag into the clearing. “Everything you requested and more.”
I gulped, knowing what the bag held. Mason had an extensive collection of toys and we’d played with many of them over the course of our relationship. Why did he bring them here?
Kane focused on me again. “Is it true, Sabrina, that you liked it rough with Mason? He’s told me some kinky stories of spanking and being tied up.” He ran a hand down my cheek and my breath quickened as my alpha’s scent crowded my nose. He smelled of hot sex and fresh kills, of violence on the brink. My beast quivered inside me, ready to jump through my skin, but I shoved her back. Now was not the time to change. In wolf form? Instinct would cause them to tear me apart. Keeping everyone human was key to my survival.
When I didn’t answer, Mason said, “She comes when I spank her like the bad dog she is.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you give me the chance to give you that?” Kane’s gaze probed my face, looking for answers. He no longer looked angry so much as sad.
“I didn’t know how to tell you anything,” I said. Mason had introduced me to spanking and I was only just coming to terms with how much I wanted his rough hands on my ass. Whispering, I added, “Other than I love you.”
He snorted. “That was a lie.”
“No, it wasn’t. You’d smell it on me, right?” I met his eyes, defiant.
“She told me she loved me too.” Mason shook his head in disgust. An owl hooted above us, heckling.
“I never told either of you a lie. I know better than that.”
“Are you saying you love us both?” Kane furrowed his eyebrows, confused.
“Yes.”
“How can that be true?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know, but it’s been hell to live with.” Tears pricked my eyes. I’d been expecting this confrontation for months, unable to commit to just one wolf, unable to find a way out that didn’t get ugly.
“Did you think you could keep it a secret forever?” Mason crossed his arms, the muscles of his forearms rippling.
“Just long enough to figure things out,” I said, head bowed.
“You’ve been dating us for at least six months, Sabrina.” Kane sighed, exasperated. “How much time do you need?”
“What if there are wolves who aren’t meant for one mate?” I asked softly.
“That’s not possible.” Mason dismissed my question with a wave of his hand.
“It’s against pack law,” Kane added.
“I did some reading, trying to make sense of things. Sometimes real wolves aren’t faithful either.” My voice was a soft murmur, fear stealing volume.
My alpha shook his head. “And that means you don’t have to be?”
“No, I just wanted...” I trailed off.
“An excuse?” Mason frowned at me.
“To understand why I was different.” I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. Every other wolf happily bonded to their mate and never looked back, but I couldn’t do that. Had never been able to do that, not until Kane and Mason. “What if... I need you both? What if you’re both my mates?”
“You want us to share?”
I nodded and Mason shot a glance at Kane who raised his eyebrows in response.
“How many other wolves have you lied to, Sabrina?” Kane asked.
“It’s always just been you two. No one else.” I looked at him, unblinking as he sniffed, smelling the truth of my words.
Kane rubbed his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face. Mason watched him, waiting to see what he would say. Above us, bats whipped the air with their wings, their sonic screeches, grating on our ears, making us all wince.
“What do you think, Mason?”
“I’m always up for a good time, but she still has to be punished.” Mason gave me an impish grin, and from the amusement dancing in his eyes, I knew he wasn’t mad anymore. But then he was no stranger to odd bedfellows, being heavily into the kink lifestyle. Kane’s more traditional worldview was a concern, though. I liked his stability, how I knew what to expect, but sometimes he resisted new things, preferring the old ways.
“I think the punishment would be part of the fun.” Kane also smiled at me, his gaze smoldering, not with anger, but desire. I blinked at him, stunned, but, of course, I knew how seductive Mason could be with his promises of hot pleasure by way of pain. If they’d compared notes on my mole, other details had surely been shared too, and Kane would have to be dead not to realize how scorching sex with Mason could be.
“A pound of flesh would go a long way to making things right with me.” Mason cocked one eyebrow at me in a come-hither look. “It’s just a question of who wants to go first.”
“I’ll leave the how and what to your expertise, Mason. Just tell me what you want to do.”
Relief washed through me. If they were negotiating logistics, the worst was over and maybe I would come out of this all right. Maybe they were really saying what I thought they were, what I most wanted to hear: That the three of us were a possibility.
“Mind you, Sabrina, if I couldn’t smell the distress on you, or the truth of your words, I would be banishing you from the pack. But I hear you. You are lost and scared. Maybe Mason and I can help you find out what or who you really need.” Kane laid a gentle hand on my shoulder and gave me a reassuring squeeze.
I sniffed, but not fast enough to keep a few tears from dripping down my cheek. Kane was such a good, stand-up guy. I really didn’t deserve him, especially since I’d had so little faith in him that I couldn’t even be honest. Guilt twisted inside me at that realization and more tears welled up in my eyes.
Mason stepped closer and wiped them away with his thumb. There was tenderness in his eyes, but no mercy and I didn’t blame him. “You need to undress now.” His tone was matter-of-fact.
I complied and removed my clothes, tossing them into the soft earth. The wind blew a cool caress that made my nipples jut out and I shivered.
Mason went to unzip the duffle bag, pulling out some things I recognized--floggers, hand cuffs, rope--along with other items I had never seen before. Kane guided me between two saplings and fastened a rope around each wrist. I had enough slack to move, but not enough to go far.
“You will be punished f
or your lies and failure to seek the counsel of your pack leader.” Kane removed a flogger from the bag and slapped it gently against his thigh. “If you had come to me first, we would have avoided all this. In the future, if you continue to keep secrets like this, you will become a stray, a wolf with no home and no pack. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” I said. My throat was so tight with emotion, my voice was a strangled whine.
Mason came over and growled at me, “On your knees, wolf.” To Kane he said, “If you want to stand in front of her, she’ll suck and I’ll flog.”
I dropped to the ground as Kane handed the flogger over to Mason with a nod. Then he shed his clothes, muscles flowing like water under his skin as he did so. Naked, he moved to stand in front of me. I licked my lips, anticipating the taste of his salt, wanting to bury my nose in the scent of his musk. Where Mason’s cock was thick, Kane’s was long with a bit of an angle that made my pussy spasm just at the sight of him. I covered his shaft with my mouth, smiling round its girth as it bobbed with enthusiasm against my tongue.
“I’ll set the pace with the flogger, you suck no matter what. Do you understand, Sabrina?” Mason came to stand behind me, trailing the flogger down my spine and over my ass.
I nodded my agreement and braced myself, not knowing what to expect. The floggings I’d had with Mason had always been sensual, never punitive. He’d told me once that there were many kinds of floggers; some soft, others hard enough to cause damage if not wielded properly. Which had he brought tonight? What would he use for my punishment?
The first hit came and I relaxed. The sensation was not one of pain, rather it was more like when someone pats you on the shoulder. There was pressure, just not to the point of hurting. A soft flogger then, I thought with relief. Just like all the other times.
As if reading my mind, Mason said, “The flogger is a warm-up. It will bring all the blood to your skin and then you’ll really get a spanking.”
My mouth was too full of cock for me to do anything other than murmur my understanding. I took Kane as deep as I could, desperate to please my alpha, to absolve my sins in his pleasure. As he had promised, Mason set the rhythm with the flogger, using it to push my body forward and causing me to take Kane deeper. Over time, he used more force and the flogging began to sting, edging into pain. Nervous about how far he would take it, I sucked my alpha’s cock for all I was worth, pleased to see his hips squirming as my ministrations did not go unnoticed.
Kane came with a guttural sigh, hips pumping up into my mouth as Mason drove me down with the flogger. I did my best not to gag, and swallowed as fast as I could. The flogger rained down faster, making heat throb over my ass and up my back. He stopped when Kane pulled out, his shaft glistening with my saliva. I took a deep breath, relaxing into the reprieve. I hoped I wouldn’t be too sore and that my punishment was almost at an end.
My hopes were dashed when Mason pulled a long thin stick out of the duffel bag. He’d never used anything like it with me before. It looked like a tiny fly swatter and, despite its small size, it made me nervous. My wolf paced inside me, nervous and shrinking back. I took a deep breath to steady myself. I could do this, I resolved. I would make things right and, if it took pain to do so, then so be it.
Mason held it up for us to see. “This is a crop. It stings like a son-of-a-bitch, especially when being punished. You are going to help Kane learn how to use it.”
I remained silent, but fear made my heart race. I caught a glimpse of Kane out of the corner of my eye. He watched the pulse flickering at my throat and my eyes widened as I recognized the look of a predator locking in on prey. I gave a silent prayer of thanks that we had kept human form.
“You will stand with your legs spread and you will not move, no matter what.” To Kane, Mason said, “We’ll start with the legs and ass. You can hit pretty hard there, but other areas require a lighter touch.” He handed over the crop and Kane went to stand behind me, his gaze heavy on my back as I climbed to my feet.
“You count, I’ll say and,” Kane said moving to join Mason behind me.
“What?” I asked, confused, but it was too late, the crop had already stung me. I hissed and arched my back, trying to escape.
Mason crossed his arms and shook his head. “What number was that, Sabrina?”
“One,” I said, unable to keep the resentment from my voice.
“And,” said Kane after which the second hit came.
The crop slapped all over my ass and the backs of my thighs. It felt like someone was snapping big rubber bands against my skin or what a bee sting might feel like if it was as big as my hand, the stinger as thick as toothpick.
I was crying by the tenth stroke. By the twentieth, I could no longer stand still and tried to dodge the crop, even though I knew it was impossible.
“Don’t move,” Mason said stepping around and crowding me, so I had no choice but to step back toward Kane. When I still couldn’t comply, he produced another crop and every time I moved to evade Kane, he snapped it across my stomach or my inner thighs. He also hit harder than Kane. Or maybe the spots he struck were just more tender, I couldn’t tell.
Now I had to choose; Kane or Mason or both? I squeezed my eyes closed and took a deep breath, focusing everything I had in remaining still and submitting to my punishment. I deserve this, I thought, my lies caused pain, it’s only right that it comes back to me this way. The crop rained down on me and my tears with it, dripping from my cheeks to hit my breasts in warm drops. I wrapped my bonds around my wrist so I could grab onto the rope and hold it like an ‘oh shit’ handle in a car.
Mason had been right, this was punishment. There was no desire stirring in me, no want for sex. I just wanted it to be done.
“Please forgive me,” I said, my voice a soft rasp.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Mason flicked me on the inside of each thigh.
“Please forgive me,” I repeated. I opened my eyes to meet Mason’s gaze and did my best to beg like a naughty puppy. Behind me, Kane continued to smack me with the crop. My body shuddered with each blow, stinging and burning under its touch.
Mason raised his hand. “Kane?”
“Yes?” The cropping stopped as Kane peered over my shoulder at Mason.
“She seems contrite.” He leaned over to suck my nipple into his mouth, whipping it with his tongue until I quivered. “I forgive you, Sabrina, but don’t think we’ll stop just because you’re sorry.”
“This punishment ends when I say, not when you want it to.” Kane emphasized each word with a strike of the crop. “Understood?”
I sniffed back tears and nodded. “Understood.”
Mason motioned for Kane to come round to the front. “Let’s work on her clit. It’ll give you a chance to practice that softer touch and make her ready for what’s next.”
At that, I closed my legs tight. No way in hell was I going to let them zap my clit with that nasty crop. Mason had never spanked me like that, never gone straight for pain like he was now. It scared me, although, if I was honest with myself, it also excited me. I was at the mercy of the two men I loved most and they would have their way with me--punishment and pleasure--no matter what.
Mason must have anticipated some resistance on my part, though, because he pulled a bar out of his bag. “This is a spreader bar, it’ll keep her wide open for us to use her as we see fit.” There were cuffs on either end and he squatted down to fasten one around each ankle, spreading me wide. Now I couldn’t move my legs to protect myself and the crop was coming for me with its sharp sting.
“Please don’t. This is too much.” I said, a note of desperation in my voice. It was wrong to beg, because it only increased their excitement. Their breath came fast and hard, flaring their nostrils, and making their scent even stronger. There was a fine line between hunting prey and playing sex games. It would appear tying me up and making me helpless was a tantalizing gray area.
Kane shook his head and ran his hands over my body, teasing my
nipples with his thumbs. Pleasure tugged at my core, melding with the heat of my punishment into an enjoyable buzz. I gasped at the sensation, unprepared for the sudden rise of desire. This was the magic of spanking, a magic Mason had introduced me to; in the moment, you thought it hurt only to find it just made you hotter than ever.
My alpha pinched a nipple, pulling until I arched forward to relieve the pressure. “You think we don’t know what we’re doing? Are you questioning pack justice?”
“No,” I said, my voice a keening moan. Kane’s wolf rode high in him and his musk radiated from his skin to crowd my senses. If I’d been in wolf form, I would’ve rolled on my back and exposed my stomach, legs spread wide in submission His scent alone had that much power.
Mason came over and touched me too, only with the crop instead of his hands. The end was a flexible piece of leather and it slid across my skin raising goose bumps as it went. “There’s a difference between something hurting and being hurt. This punishment won’t hurt you even if you don’t like how it feels. Besides the orgasm will be amazing, and isn’t that what you wanted? A little two-on-one?”
“Yes,” I breathed, relishing both their hands on my body at the same time and wanting--no needing--more. Suddenly I didn’t care what it cost in terms of pain.
“If we stop, it ends now. You’ll never have us again. Do you want to stop?” Kane asked, a hand going between my legs and the slick heat of my core. I was primed and ready to come if the glistening juices on his fingers were any indication. “You’re a wet puddle, Sabrina. I could drink you up if I wanted to.”
Mason saw my surprise and said, “You didn’t know how wet you were did you?”
I grimaced and shook my head as Kane brought his fingers to my mouth, pushed them between my lips and commanding me to, “Suck.” Lapping my tongue along his finger, I tasted my own juices, the flavor of my desire making me even wetter. After a second, Kane stepped away and Mason took his place.
He tucked my hair behind my ears with a gentle movement and rested his forehead against mine, starting intently into my eyes. “Remember how angry you were the first night we were together? You wanted to come and I asked you to trust me to make it good. I need that trust now. I need you to remember how great the sex was because this is going to be harder than that, but worth it. So worth it, Sabrina.”