I didn’t let her come. Not yet. I brought her to the edge twice, reading her breathing and the quality of her grip on the headboard, and pulled back both times.
“Please.” She pressed the word out through her teeth. “Please, I need?—”
“I know what you need. You’re not getting it yet.” I pulled out entirely, and before she could process the loss, I shoved two fingers into her soaking wet pussy, coating them thoroughly and then bringing them to her tightest hole and working them in to the second knuckle.
Katie yelped, her whole body lurching forward in an attempt to pull away, but my fingers followed without hesitation. I used my other hand to push her face down into the mattress, holding her there with my palm flat between her shoulder blades while I finger-fucked her ass hard and deep and thoroughly, until the keening coming from her throat was continuous and unbroken and her body had abandoned every last pretense of holding anything back from me.
“Naughty little mates only get to come with their bottom sore inside and out.”
I yanked her hips back toward me, gripping them hard enough to leave marks I intended to admire later, and removed my fingers. Replacing them with the head of my cock, I pushed roughly past the tight ring of muscle, giving her just enough time to adjust to the head before giving her no time at all to adjust to the rest of me.
“Silas! Ugh, God, no—” Her pleading dissolved into a low, broken moan as I pulled most of the way back out before driving in again. Then, ignoring the protests of my cock, I paused, buried to the hilt, letting her just feel the fullness, the stretch of her no doubt very sore hole, and the utter surrender of taking my cock in her bottom because she’d been a bad girl.
“Are you going to be an obedient little mate from now on?” I asked as I resumed thrusting, faster now, deeper, my hips meeting the still-warm curves of her punished ass with every stroke.
I didn’t expect an answer and I didn’t get one. She was well beyond words now.
Moving my hand underneath her, I strummed her swollen clit as I continued to pound into her, holding her in place against every writhing attempt to escape the intensity of it.
When her climax hit, her body seized around mine and I held still for a moment as she whimpered and finished convulsing around me.
“Are you ready for your real ass fucking now?” I growled down at her.
“What do you mean? You just did that!” Her voice grew higher pitched with every word.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Katie. Now you’re going to take your punishment fucking like a good little mate.”
She made a whining sound and attempted to crawl away from me, but I held her in place, bringing my hand up between her legs to land sharply on her soaking wet pussy.
“Ow!” she yelped.
“Hold still,” I said firmly before pulling out and driving in again.
This time there were no slow thrusts.
I gripped her hips and fucked her ass hard and fast, my cock pistoning unforgivingly into her for maybe a full minute before she shattered again, screaming as she spasmed around me.
I followed her over the edge with a final thrust that drove us both up the mattress, burying myself as deep as her body would take and filled her well-fucked bottom with my seed.
When I pulled my slowly softening cock free at last, she lay with her chest heaving and her hair splayed across her face, looking thoroughly, unambiguously used. I settled beside her, slid one hand beneath her head, and looked at the ceiling while listening to her breathe.
After a long few moments, she turned her face toward me, pressing her cheek against my arm. “That was a lot.”
“It was meant to be,” I told her.
“Well…” She paused, obviously unsure where to go with the rest of her thoughts. “You said you’d explain the whole thing. What you are. What… I am.”
She waited, watching me with those eyes that never quite went off duty even when the rest of her was wrecked.
“You’re a shifter. A she-wolf.” I felt her stillness take on a different quality. Not shock, exactly. Something more like a key turning in a lock that had always been there. “Your wolf has been inside you your whole life. It’s what warned you each time you sensed the skinwalker.”
She was quiet for a moment that stretched long enough I could hear the distant sound of traffic below the window.
“That feeling I had in the mountains, when I thought something was watching me.” She paused. “The nurse in the hospital room. That dread that came out of nowhere.”
“Your wolf smelled the skinwalker before your conscious mind had any information at all. It’s been protecting you since before you knew there was anything to be protected from.”
She absorbed that. The ceiling seemed to hold genuine interest for her for a moment. “Why haven’t I ever shifted?”
