by Renee Rose
My heart beats double-time. I feel he’s telling me something important but it’s all mixed up in sex and pain so I can’t quite untangle it.
“Now go back to the wall and put your hands on it. Tip that perfect ass back for me so I can paint it red. And next time you think of risking your safety, you’ll remember how much I cherish you.” He’s massaging my ass with both hands now and I can’t stop grinding my pussy down on his hard thigh pressing between my legs.
“Th-that doesn’t make sense.” I sound completely breathless.
“Doesn’t it?” There’s a smile in his voice. “We’ll see if it makes sense when I’m done.” He grips my arm and propels me toward the wall.
I’m too curious now not to obey. I put my palms on the wall and tip my pelvis back. The panties fell to the floor when I jumped back the last time, so my ass is bare, legs quivering as I wait.
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Glory to the fates, Sedona is right here, offering herself up like the most delectable morsel in paradise.
She’s beyond beautiful with my handprint painting her creamy skin, her thick chestnut hair falling in waves down her back. I take a mental snapshot, wanting to remember this image forever. The boots, the muscular thighs, her exquisite bare ass. I add it to the ones that haunt me from our shared cell in Monte Lobo.
I would’ve torn those dragons apart, limb from limb, if they’d challenged me for Sedona. I’m sure that’s why they didn’t. They would have caught my scent embedded in her skin and deciphered that she is mine. No smart shifter gets between a male and his marked mate, no matter what the species.
And all that aggression seeks redirection now. If Sedona showed fear or anger, I’d back down. But I can smell her interest. Her nipples are taut, her breaths make those perky tits rise and fall rapidly. And her eyes are glassy, like I’ve already fucked her.
She needs this. We both do. It will release my aggression, show her how worried I was.
I draw my hand back and bring it down with a resounding slap. She jerks, but incredibly, stays put this time. I spank her again, striking the other side, then pepper her perfect round globes with a volley of slaps that leave her breathless, panting.
Her ass looks so pretty with the blush of my handprints coloring the lower half. Just enough to warm it. As a shifter, the pain will only be momentary, fading completely within minutes.
I squeeze a handful of her ass in one hand and wrap a fist in her hair, tugging her head back. “What were you thinking?” I growl and land another hard slap to her backside.
She jerks, but my grip in her hair keeps her from moving. “I-I knew you’d follow,” she confesses.
I go still. She’d known I was there. Of course she had. I’d been so caught up in the moment, I didn’t note her lack of surprise when I shoved in to rescue her at the bar.
“I just wanted to draw you out.”
What does that mean? She wants me here?
I ease my grip on her hair and move into her line of sight, leaning my head against the wall. I need to see her face, try to understand. “You knew I was here? For how long?”
She nibbles her lower lip. “I saw you at dinner.”
I can’t help but smile. Clever little she-wolf. That’s why she disappeared from the restaurant. I’d been frantic trying to figure out where she went after she paid her bill. With the rain, I couldn’t catch her scent when I moved in to scout the building, but then I’d looked up and seen her climbing in a taxi.
I stroke my knuckles over her luminous skin, tracing the line of her cheekbone. “Were you angry with me, beautiful? I was just trying to give you space, but I needed to look after your safety, too.”
She moistens her lips with her tongue, which sends my cock surging against my zipper. “I was angry, yes. A little.”
Her eyes are dilated. I’d be a fool if I chose this moment for a heart to heart. My female is ripe for the plucking right now. Maybe my trip to the sex shop wasn’t such a bad idea.
I pinch her chin between my thumb and forefinger and lift it. “So you punished me by putting yourself in danger?” I arch a stern brow.
Her lids droop like she loves being scolded by me. “I didn’t mean to put us in real danger. I just meant to tease you. Make you jealous of the attention I might get in there.”
My wolf growls at the suggestion of males giving her attention, but I don’t want to miss what she’s telling me. My mate was teasing me. That can’t be a bad thing. It means she wants something from me—but what? Attention? A declaration of intent? The upper hand? Whatever it is, I’m taking it as a win, just as I’m taking this moment. I have my glorious mate nearly naked and trembling for me, legs spread, ass red, lips swollen from our kiss earlier.
“That was naughty, Sedona,” I chide, stroking her hair back from her face. I lower my voice. “I’m going to have to punish you again.”
I see the flare of excitement in her at the same time she turns and lunges away.
I catch her by the waist and haul her into the air, tossing her on the bed.
She shrieks, laughing as she rolls for the edge. I dive on top of her, tackle and pin her down.
“Tsk tsk, ángel. That earned you even more punishment.” I can’t stop the grin from stretching across my face. My wolf loves the chase as much as she loves to run. I hold her wrists down beside her head and take a moment to drink her in. So lovely. Her thick, glossy hair cascades in waves around her head, her cheeks carry a pretty flush of color.
I bend my head to her breasts and bite each nipple through the black lace of her bra, then fasten my teeth around the center of it and tug.
“Wait, wait, wait.” Sedona struggles against my grip on her wrists. “I’ll take it off, Carlos. Don’t rip it. I love this bra.”
“I do, too.” I waggle my eyebrows and release her wrists, help her peel the straps down her arms and unhook the fastener in the back. I use the bra to wrap her wrists together, then I fasten them to the iron bedpost at the head of the bed. “Do not move, Sedona,” I warn. “Or you’ll rip your favorite bra. I will be back in two minutes.”
“Wait!” She twists around, her eyes flying wide.
She doesn’t like being left in such a vulnerable position. Oh fates, I hope this isn’t bringing back a bad memory. I’d only hoped to make good ones. I climb back over her and kiss the sensitive skin on the insides of her arms. “You know you can get out of this with little effort, right, ángel? I promise I’ll be right back. Three minutes—tops. I just need to get something from my room. Okay, beautiful?”
She nods, visibly relaxing.
I unzip her knee-high boots and slide them off her feet, along with the thin nylon socks she wore underneath to make her more comfortable. To re-set the mood, I make my face stern. “You use this time to think about what your punishment should be, little white wolf. And we’ll see if our ideas mesh when I return.”
When she rolls her hips, I’m reassured she’s not afraid or traumatized. My she-wolf likes what I plan for her. I take Sedona’s key and slip out of the room to jog two floors down to mine, where I retrieve the bag of toys.
My eyes lock on Sedona the moment I walk in and I’m unable to look away. Everything about her is mesmerizing—the smooth cream of her skin, the peaks of her breasts. The flat, fluttering belly, her smoothly waxed mons. She watches me, twitching her thighs together like she needs relief. I definitely plan to give it to her. After a fair bit of torture.
“Oh, ángel.” I quickly unbutton my shirt as I stalk to the bed. “I can’t believe I left these perfect nipples unsucked.” I shuck the shirt and climb over her, delighting in the shiver that runs through her body the moment my legs straddle her thighs. I flick one nipple with my tongue, once, twice, coaxing it into its stiffest peak. Then I latch my lips over it and suck, hard.
She moans and arches, throwing her head back, chin toward the ceiling.
“Lovely, lovely girl.”
“Carlos.” I love hearing her say my name so breathlessly.
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sp; “That’s right, ángel, Carlos brings you pleasure. Only Carlos.”
She wriggles, pants, whimpers. “No.”
“No?” I stop torturing her worship-worthy nipple and lift my head.
She shakes her head then changes it to a nod. “Yes. Wait—”
I don’t move. I know she’s confused—hell, I’m confused, too. But I definitely don’t want to move in for the kill if she’s going to hate me afterward.
“Carlos—what are you doing?”
I crawl backward over her luscious body to settle between her legs. Sliding my hands under her buttocks, I lift her core to meet my mouth and take a long lick. “Punishing you.”
Her entire body jerks and the cry that comes from her lips has me groaning with desire. My cock aches to be inside my beautiful mate.
“You deserve this punishment, don’t you, beautiful? For being a terrible cock tease?” I flick the tip of my tongue over her clit.
She makes a sound resembling ooh-ooh as she thrusts her pelvis toward my mouth.
“That’s it, doll.” I suction my lips over her little swollen bud and take a draw.
She squeals, thrashing her legs around my ears.
“I have big plans for you, little she-wolf. And they all involve you naked and at my mercy.”
Her pussy gushes moisture and it’s all I can do to keep from yanking my dick out and sinking into her tight channel.
But I want to take my time with her tonight. My plan had been to re-forge intimacy and that means drawing this out. Even if it takes all night.
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Sedona
Somewhere in my brain lies the urge to protest this unexpected turn of events. I’d planned to punish Carlos with my red dress and appearance in a bar, now he’s wrested all control from me.
But I’m not feeling weak. On the contrary, being the object of Carlos’ singular focus, seeing the dark need and lust swirling in his gaze sends power coursing through me even though I’m the one tied up.
He takes another pull off my clit, then rolls me onto my stomach, taking care to adjust the bra binding my wrists to keep my arms comfortable.
My mind may have a few reservations, but my body’s clearly on board with whatever Carlos is planning, because I lift my ass, giving him a better view of my most intimate parts.
“Mmm.” Carlos grabs a proprietary handful of one cheek, squeezing roughly. “You keep that ass rolled back for me, ángel, show me you can take your punishment like a good girl.”
My insides turn liquid, heat building in my core. I love Carlos’ dirty talk—this game he’s playing with me. I expect him to crawl up and enter me from behind—I crave that, actually, but I hear him rummage in the bag he brought and the flick of something plastic, like the flip of a lid.
When he pries my butt cheeks apart, I freak. Tugging on my bound wrists for leverage, I pull my knees up under me, and crawl away.
Carlos grabs my calf and pulls me back flat on my tummy. “Ah ah, mi amor. That’s not taking it like a good girl.” He tries again to prise open my cheeks, but I list to the side, rolling to press my ass to the bedspread.
Amusement lights Carlos’ handsome face. He’s on his knees beside me, holding a tube of lubricant in his hand, but he drops the lube and grasps both my ankles. Connecting them in one large hand, he holds them high and delivers several sharp slaps to my ass.
I shriek in surprise at the spanks and the shockingly vulnerable position, my ass in the air, lady parts exposed. Carlos tilts my legs toward my head and dribbles some lube into my ass crack.
“Carlos.” I’m whimpering now. Anal sex is totally not something I’m prepared to give him, no matter how hot and bothered he has me.
He leans over and kisses my smarting cheeks. “Shh, beautiful wolf. You have nothing to fear from me.”
The flutters in my belly say different, but as I analyze the statement, I know he’s right. I trust this male not to harm me. Even so, I shake my head.
Carlos picks up what must be a butt plug—I’ve never seen one before, but I can guess at its use—and brings the tip to my anus. “This is your punishment, mi amor.” He lifts my ankles—not high enough to pull my pelvis up off the bed this time—and nudges the bulbous tip of the slender stainless steel plug against my back hole.
My anus clenches, then, against my will, my body opens for it. Carlos presses his advantage, easing the plug into me. The sensation is at once delicious and horrifying. I don’t want to like it, but I do. Pleasure floods me as he works the cool metal phallus deeper. It’s not too big, so while there’s a sensation of stretching and filling, there’s no discomfort, other than my embarrassment at having an object up my ass. He pushes it in until it seats, then rolls me to my belly and gives my ass a light slap.
I’m oddly disgruntled, not about having the plug in my ass, but now that it’s in, I’m needy and flushed, wanting more. “Carlos?”
“Madre de Dios, yes, Sedona. Keep saying my name in that throaty voice of yours. It makes me want to jack off and come all over you.”
A shocked little gust comes out of me—half laugh, half moan. Like before, I hike up my ass, offering an invitation for him to take what he’s already claimed.
Fates know I want his cock again, just as badly as I’d wanted it the night he marked me.
He groans. “Are you offering me that pretty little pussy of yours, ángel?” He slips his fingers between my legs and strokes my slit.
My eyes roll back in my head. “Yes, Carlos.” I hardly recognize my wanton moan.
Carlos dips into my juices and coats my inner lips with my own natural lubrication, circling my clit with maddening slowness. Then, at the same time, he starts to move the slender butt plug in and out of my ass.
I shout with surprise, the intensity of pleasure and need catapulting me into overdrive.
“C-Carlos!”
“You like that, doll?”
“Oh fates, please!”
“Please, what, beautiful?”
“Please don’t stop. Please, faster—Carlos!” I try to convey my urgency by beating my feet on the bed, like a swimmer’s kick, only from just the knees.
Somehow, despite my lack of sexual experience, I’m quite sure that the only thing better would be penetration of my pussy, too. As if Carlos reads my mind, he glides two fingers inside me, pumping them alternately with the plug.
My moans meld into one long, guttural cry. Probably everyone in the damn hotel can hear me, but whatever. It’s Paris. “Carlos, Carlos, please,” I beg. I seriously want to weep—I’m so wound up, need release so badly.
Carlos starts plunging his fingers and the plug at the same time, fast, and stars burst before my eyes. I feel like I’m hurtling into a dark tunnel on a roller coaster. It’s Space Mountain all the way as everything in me shoots toward the finish line. It’s more like a portal, than a line, though, because the second I pass through it, my body tightens and squeezes, wringing every last bit of pleasure out while my mind, my consciousness, soars. I coast into outer space, flung so far and so high I can’t even remember my name. My age. My species.
And then I’m back. Panting into the bedspread as Carlos eases both his fingers and the plug from my body. He trails kisses across my lower back before he disappears to the bathroom to use the sink.
I’m boneless, incapable of moving from where I seem to have melted into the bed. When Carlos returns, he releases my wrists and gathers me up into his arms.
“Okay, ángel?”
Somehow I manage to nod. I try to make my lips move, to ask about his pleasure. I’d invite him to satisfy his earlier expressed fantasy of jacking off all over me, but no sound comes out.
Carlos presses a bottle of water to my lips and I drink.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs in awe.
I don’t need to be told—as an alpha female, it’s something I’ve always known, but he doesn’t seem to be saying it for my benefit. More like an observation he can’t help but make.
“A
re you hungry, mi amor? I bought some snacks for us, too.”
I manage a weak nod. “When were you planning to feed me them?” I ask when he returns with a container of fresh strawberries, a baguette, and a jar of Nutella.
“I hadn’t figured that part out yet.” His rueful grin is humble and handsome and my remaining annoyance melts away. This is the male I remember from that cell in Mexico. The male I formed a bond with, whether I like it or not. He dips a strawberry into the Nutella and holds it up to my lips.
I take a bite, conscious of his gaze glued to my lips. A trickle of juice escapes my lips and Carlos lunges as my tongue flicks it away. He stops himself and swallows.
“Sedona. I-I have so many things I want to say, but none of them seem good enough. I’m sorry. I’ll start with that. I’m sorry.”
I look at him from under my lashes. “For what, exactly?”
“For what my pack did to you. I can never take it back. Never make it up to you. But the fates know I want to try.”
I draw in a breath. I have to ask this question. I need to know how much of what happened in Mexico was biology—the full moon and two alphas locked together—and how much is real. “What about what you said back in the cell—that you weren’t sorry it happened?”
Carlos clenches his jaw and busies himself with tearing off a piece of bread and dipping it in the Nutella. He feeds it to me. “That’s also true.” His voice has the timber of a heavy confession, like he doesn’t want to admit it, but can’t lie.
I’m dismayed by how much lighter his admission makes me feel. How far have I fallen for this guy?
I’m loving the chocolate bread treat and I lift my chin to urge him to give me more. He does, immediately. I don’t have any comparisons, but it’s hard to imagine a more attentive lover.
“Sedona, I don’t wish to force myself on you. The last thing I want is to make this all harder. But I’m also incapable of letting you go. I’m not saying that to scare you, I’m just trying to explain why I’m here, following you like a stray dog who smells meat.”