She leaped backward, her arms extended to ward me off. “Holy shit, Crowther, chill the hells out!”
But I was on her like a rabid dog.
Her shrill scream cut through the tower when my hands clamped around her forearms and I yanked her off the ground.
Her tiny body dangled in the air. She fought against me, struggling to get herself free, hair flailing as she kicked out to stamp me in the balls. “Let me go!” she shrieked.
“It’s‘Never Let Me Go!’”I hissed in her face.
I whipped us both around and in one smooth motion flung myself onto the edge of the bed and tossed Nelle over my lap, her ass up in the air. “You’re a spiteful brat!” I roared, jerking my hand high, palm flattened and fingers extended. “And you deserve to be punished like one!”
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Nelle
I’d never seen Graysen so angry,ever.
Sage’s barking drowned out my startled shriek as I kicked my legs, trying to wrench free. But Graysen’s hand planted between my shoulder blades pinned me with infuriating ease. Strands of hair flipped about as I twisted to glare up at him. He looked utterly unhinged—damp hair sticking up in wild tufts, deep stress lines carved across his face. One eye twitched erratically while a muscle in his jaw wenttic, tic, tic.
I’d pushed Graysen too far with my spitefulness. I’d kicked his sorry ass into the deep well of insanity, and he was floundering in its depths.
“You wouldn’t dare!” Even trapped, I was safely cocooned in a fluffy cloud of knowledge that he’d never physically hurt me. He didn’t have it in him.
“Try me!” he roared back, hand hovering high, ready to strike. Fury burned his cheeks to a red almost as bright as his rash-inflamed body.
Graysen’s movement was swift and accurate.
I didn’t realize what he’d done until well after the sharp edge of stinging pain flared over my ass cheek.“OOOOW!”
Holy hells!
He smacked me again, his fingers leaving a burning imprint on my ass.
My mouth fell open. I couldn’t believe it. This wasn’t the fun kind of spanking either. This was an old-fashioned spanking like I was a disobedient child. Though the pain was shy of cruelty, he still delivered a solid smack, and it fucking hurt!
“You know your mother’s blood gift will cure the poison oak, you big baby!” A few of the blisters were already fading away.
“I can’t take it any longer!” he bellowed, the sound of his derangement vibrating through the room. “You’re wicked mean and cruel and I’ve FUCKING. HAD. IT!”
—spank—
I shrieked in outrage as my ass burned with building pain.
What could I do?
“Attack, Sage, attack!”
Graysen threw his head back with a manic laugh that shuddered right through his body. He jerked his head down, eye twitching as he hissed, “Your wraith-wolf can’t save you!”
He was right, the godsdamned collar wouldn’t allow him to, but Sage could attack something else. My gaze swept the room like a hawk. “Sage, go for his clothes!”
My wraith-wolf bayed with wild enthusiasm.
“His precious boots! His laptop! His books!”
Sage barreled into the bookshelves, sending books flying, then plunged straight into the shirts hanging from the rack. Fangs and claws shredded Graysen’s neatly ordered wardrobe.
“GO SAGE, GO!”
