Page 10 of Harvest

“You can always challenge me to let you run, which could prove an enjoyable form of foreplay before I take you into seclusion.”

“You know nothing about me,” she snarled.

“Watch how you speak to me, mate,” he warned as she stopped and tried to pull away from him.

Xander tried to remind himself that she had been kidnapped and turned without her consent. This life had been thrust uponher, but she’d been with Marco’s pack long enough to know proper protocol. Besides which, they were in the club and as a sub, she should know enough not to behave disrespectfully. He was having to fight his inner wolf who wanted nothing more than to take her to his bed and claim her.

“Safewording out, little wolf?” he said more gently. “I would have thought you were made of sterner stuff, but in the end, it will do you no good. You will be mine.”

“You don’t scare me, and I won’t use my safeword… you aren’t that good.”

Xander chuckled. “Oh, but I am. I can’t wait to get between your legs. You smell sweet and I am now ravenous.”

He helped her up onto the stage and withdrew an antique, bejeweled stiletto from his boot—a gift from Damian on the first anniversary of his becoming a wolf. He turned her around without asking and ran the stiletto between the laces and the leather beneath them. He then made short work of the strings of her corset and thong, rendering her naked in the blink of an eye.

“I could have gotten undressed by myself. Those were expensive,” she hissed.

“I’ll buy you new laces and you won’t need many thongs. Any I allow you to have, I will purchase for you.”

“You’re awfully confident for a Dom who knows nothing about me.”

He growled low and smiled as her body shuddered in response.

“I know everything I need to know. You are my fated mate and you will take your vows to me… one way or another.”

Xander helped her up onto the platform and turned her so she faced the audience, placing a noise-cancelling ear bud in each ear. Just before he positioned the second device in her ear, he whispered, “Mine is the last voice you will hear before succumbing to me.”

He then secured a black silk blindfold around her eyes and locked her in four-point restraints against the St. Andrew’s Cross. He leaned down to the sound board and punched up the piece of music he wanted to use to establish the rhythm he would use on her.

A human voice trying to mimic a wolf’s howl broke the charged silence, followed by three guitar notes before Sam the Sham and the Pharaoh’s classic tune “Little Red Riding Hood” began to play. He turned his attention back to the woman he had strapped naked to the St. Andrew’s Cross. Xander picked up the dual floggers and began to lay the strikes softly on her shoulders, one at a time, before drawing them gently down her body.

Stephanie’s response was automatic and profound—her nipples pebbled, goosebumps raised on her flushed skin, and her nectar increased. God, she smelled sweet. As the music changed and the tempo increased, Xander began to apply the floggers in a soft, rotating motion. He didn’t enjoy inflicting pain for pain’s sake, although he had to acknowledge that he was looking forward to having his mate over his knee for a little discipline, before sending her to the corner and mounting her there. He’d heard there was great pleasure to be had in sitting back afterwards to observe your handiwork and watch your excess cum dribble down the inside thigh of a chastised mate.

His cock began to throb in time to the music and the charged atmosphere of the club. Within half an hour his body, with the exception of his cock that was hard as a rock, had unwound and he could feel the sense of peace that came with topping a submissive female—be she human or wolf. Normally his cock was somewhat indifferent, but it would seem that if your fated mate was involved, that servicing her need and feeling the connection flow between you fulfilled a desire to serve as well as incite and inflame one’s libido.

Xander was practiced at using two floggers to pleasure a female and alleviate her stress. He often found his own kind of relaxation in topping subs, usually human ones. He rather imagined his Stephanie would not be one to share her mate and that was fine by him. As they said, what was sauce for the goose was sauce for the gander and he would never allow another to play with her.

He allowed the rhythm of the music to guide his movements as he struck her repeatedly. The girl moaned and her body shuddered in pleasured response, relaxing as her arousal increased. Between the cadence of the thuds and the way he was able to let the falls wrap around her before sliding away, she was subbing out quickly.

He loved being able to do this—provide a woman with a way to relax and let her mind and spirit float free. It was different when he had to discipline one of the subs at the club or one of their unmated she-wolves. With them, during a punishment session, his goal was to inflict enough pain that he didn’t have to get after a girl a second time for the same thing. For the most part he was successful. But Shasta had a bad habit of fighting the rules and norms of the male dominated hierarchy of wolfen society. She had been one of those that had almost drowned that night and he and Damian had cracked down on her rebelliousness. Xander had been forced to discipline her twice more since that night and she had finally seemed to settle and had been fairly well-behaved since then.

Stephanie’s groan brought him back from his own reverie and he refocused his energy on her. He also began to call to her in the ancient and primal way of their kind. While she wouldn’t be able to hear him, she would feel his need and his beckoning that she yield to him. Her entire body trembled, and she struggled with the restraints. Stephanie moaned softly and her body shivered as a light sheen covered it. Her arousal wasincreasing as was her need to give over to him and slip into subspace.

The smile on his face increased. He knew he shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as he was, but he couldn’t help it. Her body stiffened and Stephanie cried out as she climaxed and tumbled into subspace. Xander knew tonight’s scene was different from any he had experienced before. He knew that unlike past sessions, he was already feeling the urge to sink his teeth into the space by the hollow of her throat. He meant to make her come for him again as he made a meal of her wild honey. He would not deny his need to fuck her, but he would resist the urge to mark her until he claimed her formally. He knew to eradicate the mark inflicted by those who had turned her against her will, his bite would need to be deeper and more painful and would most likely leave a far more prominent scar than was normally left by a beta’s claiming mark.

He had no doubt he’d have Damian’s blessing, but Marco might be another matter if she was able to get word to him. No problem, he’d just take her into seclusion and keep her there until she had accepted she was his fated mate and had taken her vows.

He continued to land gentle, sliding blows across the fleshier areas of her body, pushing her further and further into sub space until she stiffened and then arched as she orgasmed a second time. Xander could feel the room in a state of heightened arousal and could hear those who had chosen to act on those feelings going at it in the audience. Before taking Stephanie to one of the private playrooms, he’d need to make sure that Nic knew to ensure the security team was on alert. He didn’t think they had anyone at the club who would take advantage, but better safe than sorry.Hypocrite, his mind taunted. Xander was taking full advantage of the situation and was well aware of it.

Xander turned and laid down the flogger next to his kit. He could feel the connection between he and Stephanie swirling around him like a maelstrom. Arousal surged and his cock throbbed and pressed against the fly of his leathers. He scanned the audience and nodded to Nic.

“What the hell, Alex?” he said, joining him.

“It’s a long story, Nic. We know each other and this has been a long-time coming,” Xander lied. “Make sure the boys know what’s going on. I reserved the Sunset Room. I’m going to take Stephanie up there. Go ahead and close and lock up at the normal time. Leave my SUV outside the back entrance. I’ll have someone come get her Jeep tomorrow.”

“Should I be worried about this?”

“No,” said Xander. “The next time you see my Stephanie, she will be wearing at least my collar and maybe even my ring, depending on how elaborate a wedding she wants.”

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