He spanked me again and I yelped, sounding way more undignified than I liked.
“Running off alone, after everything that’s happened, wasn’t the wisest thing you’ve ever done, little mate,” he growled.
He slapped the other cheek, just as hard.
I jerked, a startled gasp tearing from my throat. The sting was exquisite, a bright, shocking pleasure that made my clit throb. My hips wriggled a bit in desperation, seeking more of the sensation, more of the punishing contact.
“You’re the leader of the Accord, Tamsin,” he continued,another quick slap landing on the crease where my thigh met my ass. “You don’t get to act like a reckless child.”
“I wasn’t—” I gasped as his palm connected again, a little lower this time, so close to my slick folds that my whole body tensed in anticipation. “I was fine!”
“Were you?” He punctuated the question with two quick, hard smacks, right on the tender skin of my thighs. “Someone could have followed you. You could have hurt yourself. Someone could have hurt you. You could have died!”
Each word was punctuated by another stinging slap. In no time at all, my skin was on fire, my ass throbbing with stinging heat. The shame of being over his knee, of getting the first spanking of my life, and of being exposed and helpless, warred with the dark thrill of it, with the undeniable pleasure that coiled tighter and tighter in my belly.
“Are you learning your lesson, little mate?” he growled, his hand resting on the burning curve of my ass.
“No,” I snapped, shoving back against him defiantly. “I think you need to try harder.”
He chuckled, a dark, rough sound. “Oh, I will.”
His fingers dipped lower, tracing the slick folds between my legs. I shuddered, my hips bucking as he gathered my wetness on his fingertips. Then he drew his hand back and used my own arousal as lubricant, circling the tight pucker of my ass with one slick finger.
“Griff! You can’t. Notthere?—”
“You will learn to obey,” he insisted, his finger pressing, testing the resistance.
I whimpered, a small, helpless sound that was as much arousal as it was fear. The sensation was new, shocking, an intimate invasion that made my body tense even as it craved more. He pushed in slowly, stretching me and filling me in a way I’d never been filled before.
The burn that came with it bordered on pain but hovered on the knife edge of pleasure. I tried to keep my mouth shut, but a moan slipped free from my lips despite everything I tried to do to stop it. He pressed his finger in a bit deeper, and my body tried to fight him, clenching around his thick digit and causing a wave of pain to hurtle up and down my spine, but then my hips tilted back, and my body gave in bit by bit, relaxing slightly to let him in.
He held it there, letting me adjust, his other hand resting on the small of my back. “That’s my girl,” he murmured. “Taking what I give you.”
He began to move. In and out. Then his thumb found my clit, circling, pressing, and the pressure built, coiling tighter with every shameful stroke.
A mix of confusing sensations rolled through me. The sting of the spanking, the deep, intrusive stretch of his finger in my ass, the slick friction of his thumb on my clit.
It was all too overwhelming.
My core squeezed tight and pleasure tore through me. I was helpless against it. I arched my back and ground my ass back against him, and a shuddering moan tore from my throat as I tried to find a way to get him deeper. My entire focus settled on the feel of him inside me, the sound of his ragged breathing, and the scent of him and me and the forest all around us.
Then he added another finger.
My muscles clamped down, a reflexive attempt to reject the intrusion, but he was relentless. He pushed deeper, scissoring his fingers just the tiniest bit, stretching me even more.
“Griff,” I gasped, my knuckles white where I gripped the log. “I can’t?—”
“You can,” he growled, his thumb pressing down firmly on my clit. “And you will.”
The words, the command, the undeniable authority in his voice, were my undoing. My body surrendered with a keening cry. I pushed back against him, taking him deeper, wanting more, needing more.
His fingers stilled inside me. His thumb lifted from my clit.
“No,” I whimpered, a desperate, needy sound that I barely recognized as my own. “Please, don’t stop.”
A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Are you going to be a good girl and obey your alphas from now on?”
My pride warred with the desperate, clawing need inside me.
