CHAPTER 7
Millie
“What?” I stammered, shocked by his cool demeanor and icy stare.
“You heard me,” Ethan growled back. “And while you’re at it, take down your panties, too. I want nothing between my hand and your skin.”
I wasn’t wearing any panties, on account of not having any clean ones after last night. When we’d gone to my apartment, I hadn’t bothered to put any on, as Flint was with us. I was still wearing Ethan’s oversized clothes. Partly because I loved his smell and wanted it close to me always, and partly because I hadn’t had a convenient chance to change yet.
“Why would I do that?” I blurted, biting my lower lip.
Outwardly, I might sound like I was aghast at his suggestion, but inside, my core became warm and tingly with need. Eventhough he’d spent most of last night inside of me, there was a deep, burning craving for Ethan’s cock in my pussy. It yearned for more of what only he could give me. Slick, hot and tangy, began seeping out of my slit and coating my thighs at the mere thought of what he might do next.
“I’m going to teach you what being an omega is all about,” Ethan cryptically answered. His stare might have set me ablaze if I wasn’t burning for him already.
I could only imagine what his lesson for me would entail. My core began to pulse and clench with longing for all the different, filthy ways he could show me I was his. His to pleasure. His to use. His mate.
“Take me home,” I haughtily demanded, fighting not to give in to this shameful temptation that would only lead to my own ruin.
“You are home, Princess. Whenever we’re together, that’s where home is. That’s what it means to be someone’s mate,” Ethan explained, his voice thickening with lust. “We are bound together now, forever. You are mine.”
Glancing down, I realized it wasn’t just his voice that was showcasing his desire for me. The lead pipe straining his jeans was too. That lovely cock called to me. Begged me to suck it and stuff it so far inside my pussy that we’d cease to be two people anymore, but one. Welded together as a single unit. More slick gushed out of my core and I had to suppress a moan, I was so turned on. His scent was so heady, I felt dizzy. And his expression was so powerful, I felt weak.
He undid his seatbelt and hit the control to push his seat all the way back. “Take your pants down, Millie,” Ethan repeated, “Or I’ll do it for you. And I won’t be gentle about it,” he added.
I didn’t want him to be. I craved a fight. Wanted Ethan to be rough with me. To show me his dominance. To really earn my submission and prove that he was a worthy mate.
That thought shocked me. I had no idea I’d felt that way until I’d learned who I was. Maybe that was because I’d yet to be awakened. Maybe it was because I’d suppressed my inner beast all these years. Or, just maybe, it was because Ethan brought out a different side of me. A more feral, strong, and determined one than I usually showed people.
Deciding I wasn’t willing to antagonize him any further, I finally grumbled, “How far should I take them down?”
He didn’t even have to think that question over. “To your ankles.”
Why the hell keep them on at all if he wanted these oversized sweats just dangling around my ankles?
“Yes, sir,” I quipped bitterly, as I jabbed my thumbs into the waistband, lifted my hips, and tugged Ethan’s oversized sweatpants over my hips and down my legs.
Ethan moved so quickly then, I barely had time to gasp. In a flash, he had me over his lap, awkwardly squished against the car door. As soon as I realized what was happening, I felt the sting of his huge palm against my soft skin.
The smacking sounds filled the interior of the Mustang as Ethan growled with each stroke. Against my belly, I could feel the steely poke of his erection straining against my soft center, begging to come inside and play.
“You’ve been a very bad, omega,” Ethan chastised, as he worked over each cheek with precise, direct, stinging strikes. “You will not defy me, or threaten to be foolish and risk yoursafety ever again. If you do, you’ll feel the lick of my belt next time. Do you understand, mate?”
Despite the tears streaming down my face, the unexpected mention of his belt sent a thrill of excitement coursing through me so strong it nearly robbed me of my breath. My skin prickled and gooseflesh erupted along my arm. More slick seeped from my core, embarrassingly soaking the front of his jeans at the threat of that supple leather licking against my already heated skin.
“As my mate, I will always keep your safety in the forefront of my mind. I’ll protect you in whatever wayI see fit,”Ethan raged, punctuating each word with a hard crack to my tender ass. “Including with my life, if necessary.” He continued his pattern of audible whacks down my thighs, circling his way back up to my ass with an unceasing tattoo of stinging pain.
Just when I thought I could withstand the pain and had become accustomed to his punishment, he’d find a new, raw spot to target or would focus on the same spot over and over, and I had to gnash my teeth together and grind it out all over again.
When he struck me directly on my mound, I couldn’t hold it in anymore and groaned, though it had stung something fierce in the moment.
“Do you like it when I punish that sweet cunt of yours, Princess?” Ethan demanded, his tone sounding more animal than man now. Clearly, my punishment had worked him up just as much as it had me.
“Yes, damn it!” I admitted, wanting him to do it again so I could come. “I love it. Is that what you need to hear?” I raged. “I need it! Do it again so I can come, you bastard!”
Ethan chuckled at my blasphemy. “You want me to make you come after you called me a bastard? I preferred when you called me “sir”.”
“Sir!” I barked, grinding myself against his lap like a bitch in heat. “Please spank my pussy again so I can come, sir.”
