And in truth, being his mate wasn’t such a bad thing.
I was still in a drunken haze of sexual bliss and every woman should have a chance to feel so sensational.
But not with my man.
There I went again.
When he suddenly appeared with a belt from my closet, I glared at him. “What are you doing?”
“Well, you were eavesdropping on a private conversation for one thing. If we’d talked, you know, the communication I mentioned, it’s entirely possible we wouldn’t have had a misunderstanding. I think that deserves a good old-fashioned round of punishment.”
“Oh, I don’t think so.” I scrambled to crawl off the bed, but he was having none of it, yanking me backward. With his hand firmly planted around my long strands of hair, he maneuvered the belt until it was exactly the way he wanted.
I thought for certain the thin fake leather wouldn’t cause any pain whatsoever.
As I’d been with so many other aspects of my life. I was dead wrong. The pain was blinding in a way that kept me still for a few seconds. All I could do was concentrate on my breathing.
Steven wasn’t gentle either, cracking the belt against my sit spots. Finally, after the fourth smack, my body and mind willed themselves from the intense fog I’d been driven into.
“Ouch! Stop that.” As if my exclamation was going to do a damn thing.
It wasn’t.
He continued the spanking, bringing the belt down several times while I clawed at the sheets until the sound of something ripping could be heard.
What did I care at this point? The pain brought explosive jets scorching every inch of my skin while little specks of light created pinpricks in front of my eyes. My skin was on fire much like my pussy, the effects lingering in such a way I was still breathless with excitement.
On top of the agony, he was enjoying the hell out of himself. The man was whistling. Was he crazy?
He took his time marking me, adding a flair of the dramatic when he brought the strap down, as if the way he was marking me was an art form.
In an unexpected moment, the anguish shifted into something far too pleasurable, leaving me wet and horny.
Whatever was happening between us, I was strangely happier than I’d been in a long time. All because of a wolf.
After six more cracks of the belt, he tossed it aside, pushing me down and curling his body around mine.
Where he held me, keeping me close. It was funny how after sex before I’d always gotten so cold. I was still hot, and his body also was to the touch. But the warmth was everything I wanted and something I didn’t know I’d needed.
Several peaceful moments drifted by, the comfort of his body almost like a cocoon.
Yet this girl had so many questions running around in her mind.
“How often do you shift?”
He laughed. “I didn’t lie to you. About that anyway. I rarely shift. It’s not the same as when we were kids.”
“What happened when you were kids?”
“The pack used to have contests like human kids had softball games. Whoever was the fastest, strongest, and most virile was given a trophy.”
“Sounds like theHunger Games.”
“Except we didn’t kill each other. At least not usually.” When I lifted my head, he snorted. “I’m kidding. We’re not savages, no matter what you might be thinking.”
I honestly wasn’t certain what I was thinking. Everything that had occurred over the last few hours had been surreal. Even with how close I felt to him, I had to remind myself that nothing lasted forever. Not friendships. Not relationships. Not lives. That was the terrible yet factual reality.
“Do you kill and eat animals?”
