Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 65871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Alexei grabs me by the back of the neck, pins me down on the bed, and starts whipping my ass. The second the first stroke lands on my skin, I realize that I have fucked up kind of spectacularly. It hurts like hell; even I, a big bad she-wolf, don’t have thick enough skin to soak up this punishment.
I start yowling almost immediately, because being thrashed by my mate is not the same as being drunk and in wolf form and just going feral on some vampires or whatever. This feels like being a very soft, very sore, very kind of sorry human girl being spanked by someone old enough to be her father.
Sometimes I like that Alexei is older than me. Other times it just serves to make me feel small and vulnerable and a little like I’m making a lot of mistakes. This is one of those times.
“You think you’re untouchable now, huh?” He makes the switch dance across my ass again, multiple times in quick succession; every single time it lands it burns badly enough to make me shriek in pain.
“You’re not untouchable. You’re not a big, bad wolf,” he growls down at me. “You’re my mate. You’re my female. And you will submit to me.”
I howl as he intensifies the punishment even more, hoping he’ll stop, but he shows no mercy whatsoever.
Alexei
She needs this.
Her pretty ass is covered in blushing red marks, and there are many more to come. I have no intention of letting this lesson go unlearned.
She is full of herself. A lot of newly shifted females are. The power that comes from being suddenly able to do real damage is a heady thing. She is far from the first she-wolf to take revenge in her wolf form. It’s practically a rite of passage. What’s surprising about what Anya did is eating them. Killing men who wronged them? Very normal. Eating them? Not normal.
I’ve decided not to put too much emphasis on the latter part. It is making some of the pack who know about it freak out, and she’s been told it’s not what we do. I’m putting it down to a newbie mistake.
“I’m sorry!” She wails the apology, and I can hear in her voice that she means it. I’ve stripped away the ego and found the soft, small part of her that knows very well she will never be allowed to disobey me that way. I will punish her for disobedience, and for putting herself in danger.
“You could have been violated and killed,” I remind her. “You could have been too drunk to shift. You could have been the body I found in that room.”
Saying those things reignites my resolve. It is all true. She put herself in danger for no reason at all but to rebel against me. And having rebelled and run away, she didn’t do something harmless, like take my credit card and go shopping. She got blind drunk and carried away by two strangers.
“You were beyond reckless. Do you want to be hurt, Anya? Is that what you need?”
“Yes!” She shrieks the word as the lash lands right between her ass and her thighs.
“Yes?” I pause, assuming she has said the wrong word in her desperation to avoid further punishment.
“Yeah,” she sobs against the bed. “I want it to hurt. Maybe if it hurts on the outside, it will stop hurting on the inside so much.”
Fuck. She is a little girl mourning her mother. I forget that sometimes. So much has happened. So much continues to happen. But I should not let the fact that she has lost so much leave my mind. She has lost, and even more has been taken from her. And is that not how the most frightening monsters are made?
I put the lash down. I can accomplish no more with it. Her skin is bright red and welted in places and I know she will be sore for quite some time to come. The punishment will have to suffice.
I lie down next to my sobbing mate, I gather her in my arms, and I hold her close.
“When I thought you were gone, I thought the sun had gone out with you,” I tell her. “I saw only shadows. Please, don’t ever make me feel that way again. I love you more than I love anything in this world. I cannot breathe without you.”
“I’m sorry,” she whimpers. Wrapped in my arms, she has already started to calm down. “I’m sorry I did that to you. I was thinking about myself. It was selfish.”
Something about her tears has aroused me. She’s so vulnerable. So soft. So ready and needing to be taken. My cock is rock hard for her, and there is no way she will be escaping without a good fucking to top off the lesson already learned. Sex can be a very instructive tool when used properly, calming and soothing and dominating, and…