Page 17 of Harvest

Xander growled and the she-wolf in his arms responded in kind, nipping his lower lip. So, she wanted to play, did she? Wanted to try and top from the bottom? He meant to put an end to that immediately. He let her have the illusion of control for only a moment before he finished the kiss, wrapped his fist in her hair and stalked to the bench at the end of the bed, dragging her behind him. Sitting down, he tipped her over his lap.

“What the hell?” she hissed before doing the only thing she could think to do… shrieking her fool head off.

He waited until the tail of her scream had faded away. “You will notice no one came to save you. I doubt anyone heard you. Even if they did, they would never come through that door and they would only assume you were carrying on like most she-wolves do when they incur the wrath of their mate or beta.”

Xander knew she’d been turned long enough to have been spanked. There was no way his beautiful, fiery mate had comported herself well enough to avoid getting her butt paddled. She would find he was more than willing to keep her beautiful bottom a deep shade of red unless she decided to behave herself.

“You’re going to learn from the get-go to obey me. You will not growl at me; you will not ignore me; and will not lie to me. You will keep yourself safe and running off into the night is not safe.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” she hissed, trying to get away from him and avoid the spanking he was sure she knew she had coming.

“Oh, but I do. You are my mate and your first lesson in minding me starts now. You want to make this easier on yourself and yield?”

“Never,” she snarled.

“Never is a long time that I find gets curtailed quickly when a she-wolf is getting a good dose of her mate’s discipline.”

He punctuated the end of his sentence with a hard swat to her generous backside.

“Shit!” she snarled.

“She-wolves who curse when getting spanked generally get their mouths washed out with soap afterwards.”

He slapped her ass a second time, enjoying the way her firm backside had just enough give to be luxurious. He began raining his hand down all across her upturned rump, ensuring it was well covered. It had been a while since she’d been disciplined, her cheeks began to color quickly and her wriggling increased. The way she moved only inflamed his lust and made his cock begin to throb in anticipation of getting buried deep inside her again.

While spanking was most often a very tactile way to discipline a she-wolf, Xander enjoyed not only the feel ofspanking a feminine backside, but the sounds associated with it as well. The sounds of both his hand connecting with naked flesh and the resulting wail from the she-wolf involved were satisfying in the extreme.

CHAPTER 4

Stephanie tried telling herself that the only reason she was responding in such a visceral, aroused way was because before their interlude at the club, she hadn’t had sex, outside of a scene, since before she was turned. But that was lie and she knew it.

She’d never felt even an inkling of arousal when Marco’s beta had spanked her. Mostly what she’d felt was stupid for having done something to earn a spanking and cherished because the pack cared enough for her to keep her in line. She and Ashley hadn’t had that growing up.

Being spanked by Xander was a different thing all together. She enjoyed impact play with a flogger or whip, but Xander’s hand slapping her ass made the buzzing in her head increase, fueled by the wildfire that raced through her veins. Arousal flared throughout her system. The hard, pulsing length against her hip only increased her raging libido. Before last night, it had been a while since she’d felt a man’s cock thrusting deep in her pussy over and over before spilling himself in her sheath.

“Naughty she-wolves get spanked by their mate,” he said as he applied his hand to her ass again and again, sending shots of pure electricity through her system.

She’d always disliked being spanked, but perhaps that was because she’d never been spanked by her fated mate. His hand striking her butt repeatedly hurt and yet felt really good. Perhaps it was the arousal that had heightened her senses, but she swore she felt this spanking more acutely than any she’d ever experienced before.

His hand covered her cheeks, encompassing every part of them including her lower cheeks and the backs of her thighs. She alternately wailed and moaned. He chuckled in response as his cock throbbed in rhythm to his swats. The harder and longer he spanked her, the more her arousal ratcheted up until it warred with the pain he was inflicting. This was no erotic spanking to ramp up her desire; no, her mate meant to punish her and establish his dominance.

“Damian will kill you for touching me without his permission,” she growled, trying to bring her hands up to protect her thoroughly trashed backside.

“Hardly. First, I don’t check with Damian before discipling our she-wolves. Second, Damian ensures his pack is safe, including naughty she-wolves who are trying to run away from their mate. Third, Damian never comes between a bonded pair, unless the wolf is being abusive and my disciplining you doesn’t constitute abuse and crying wolf, pun intended, will get you disciplined a second time.”

He caught her flailing hands in his and pinned them to the small of her back, holding her down. Over and over, he smacked her bottom, raising the heat level and color she could feel blooming across it. Her pussy pulsed with the same tempo as the fall of his hand and throb of his cock. Desperate to alleviate her need, Stephanie began to try and grind her clit against the hard length pressed against her.

Xander’s hand came down that much harder.

“You do not seek to pleasure yourself and you especially don’t do it when you’re getting punished.” He landed a last flurry of five strikes before resting his hand on her butt, holding the heat in. “I’m going to let you up and I want you to go press your nose to that wall.”

“I won’t.”

“You will,” he said calmly. “The only question is will you do it now, or do I need to take my belt to your beautiful bottom?”

Stephanie thought about continuing to defy him and realized if no one had helped her thus far, they weren’t likely to do so now. She nodded and he helped her to stand.

“Wall, Stephanie.”

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