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She says she wants this, and fuck, Ineedit. I’m all riled up and this is the only catharsis that’ll bring me back down. I answer Serena’s question by way of a growl of approval, setting my hand on her back, trailing it down the delicate curve of her spine. “Exactly like that, gorgeous.”

CHAPTER TEN

Serena

It feels like electricity is crackling between us, and my thoughts are so clouded with lust that I can’t concentrate on anything but Reid- his heady scent, his dominating presence as he towers behind me. The growly baritone of his voice. I suck in a breath as his other hand joins the first, stroking down my back until one lands on each hip, squeezing gently. Then he moves them both down over the curve of my ass painfully slowly, his fingers toying with the hem of my skirt as my core starts to throb with need.

I’ve never done this before- never even considered it. But when Reid asked if I wanted him to punish me, I came to the startling realization thatyes, that’s exactly what I want. There’s no mistaking the way my body reacts to his, and I don’t want to think anymore, I just want to feel. Even if it can’t last. Even if it’s just for right now.

“You sure about this?” he asks, and my body’s so on fire that my ‘yes’ comes out as a moan.

I feel his fingers snake up under the hem of my skirt, slowly dragging it up to bunch around my waist. He pauses, sucking in a breath, and I smirk to myself as I realize what’s giving him pause-the panties. Those sexy little black panties that Quinn taunted me with the other day. I wondered how he’d react to them, and now I know. He rubs his palms over my bare ass, a groan slipping from his throat that almost sounds like he’s in pain. “If it’s too much, I want you to tell me to stop,” he rasps. “Okay?”

Reid starts kneading both cheeks with his rough hands and my eyes slip closed as I press backwards into him, relishing in the sensation of his hands on me, of the sparks dancing between our skin.

“Serena,” he grunts, stilling his movements and withdrawing his touch. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, okay,” I gasp quickly, flustered and desperate for Reid to touch me again. I wiggle my butt, pressing it closer to him.

He doesn’t return his hands to my ass, though. I nearly whine in protest until I hear a whistle of movement and a loudsmackas his hand comes down on my ass cheek- hard- and all the air whooshes from my lungs.

Pain. Pleasure. It all blurs together as his hand lingers, rubbing away the sting as a needy moan falls from my lips. “Again.”

Smack.His hand comes down on my other cheek and I involuntary let out a little yelp, my body jerking. The heady mix of pain and pleasure overtakes my senses, intoxicating me like a drug.

“More,” I gasp.

He gives me what I ask for. Again and again, his hand lands on my ass as the loud crack of each swat cuts through the silence of the night. Every bit of pain is a catharsis. I deserve this. And then there’s the pleasure- I’ve never been this turned on, my body feels like it could combust from the heat flooding my veins.

Something between a whine and a moan escapes my throat as Reid’s hand comes down on my ass again and I stick it out further, encouraging him. I want more. I need it.He delivers five hard smacks in quick succession, then strokes both hands across my ass soothingly, rubbing out the sting as he leans over me and his breath skates across my neck. “You think you can manage to behave from here on out?” he growls into the shell of my ear.

I’m a shivering, quaking mess, so worked up that I could sob in frustration. When I don’t respond, Reid wraps a hand around my throat, leaning back and bringing me to stand with him as he does. I’m shaky on my legs, but he wraps his other arm around my waist, holding me tight to his chest. I feel the hard bulge in his pants pressing insistently against my backside as I squeeze my thighs together, rubbing myself against one of Reid’s legs, seeking any bit of friction I can get.

Reid’s lips brush my earlobe as he speaks again, his voice a low rumble. “If you do, then next time I’ll take care of that ache between your legs, too.”

That’s all it takes- literally, just his words, the carnal promise delivered by that sexy, raspy voice, and I topple over the edge, a climax ripping through me like a hurricane. My legs immediately give out, but Reid catches me before I fall, holding on tight as I moan and writhe in his grip, body convulsing with my orgasm.

And holy fucking shit. I see stars. It’s the most intense orgasm of my life, and somehow it was achieved without any direct contact.What in the actual fuck. I’m delirious, confused as hell as I start to come back down, immediately embarrassed that I basically just came all over Reid’s pant leg. I draw heavy breaths, my vision starting to go fuzzy. It’s too much.Too much.

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I wake up in complete darkness, tucked snugly under the blankets in my bed.How did I get here?I vaguely remember Reid scooping me up, carrying me into the packhouse. Putting me to bed and lying beside me for a while, stroking my hair and back until I fell into a deep sleep. I shouldn’t let him take care of me like that, but damnit if it doesn’t feel good when he does. A little too good. Reid makes me feel protected.Safe.For the first time in a long time.

I know better than to think it can last, though, or to think that I’ll ever really be safe. Maybe in another life, Reid and I could’ve been happy. I wish I could’ve lived that life. Instead, I’m stuck playing the hand I’ve been dealt, even if the deck is stacked and the odds are against me.

I toss the covers off and slide out of bed, shivering as my bare feet hit the floor. I’m dressed only in the white tank top I wore out to the bar tonight and those sinful black panties, and as I move to sit on the edge of the bed, I realize that my backside is still a little sore from the hot as fuck spanking that Reid delivered. I’m sure my shifter healing will catch up by morning, but tonight, it’s a pleasant reminder of our unexpected little encounter. One I wouldn’t mind repeating if given the chance.

I rise to my feet, glancing back at the red glow of the numbers on the alarm clock beside the bed as I tiptoe toward the door. It’s after three in the morning- everyone should be asleep. If I’m quiet enough, I can slip downstairs undetected. I move slowly, twisting the knob and opening the door without a sound. I try to hold my breath as I tiptoe into the hallway and toward the stairs. Descending them, I deliberately skip the two steps that I know will creak underfoot.

My heart is racing as I silently creep down the dark hallway that houses Reid’s office, testing the knob of the door. It’s unlocked, and I slowly twist and push it open, peering inside the dark room illuminated only by the light of the moon through the window. I’ve made it this far. I can do this.

I pad over to the desk, my heart hammering against my ribs as I reach for the cordless phone sitting in its cradle on top. I spotted it my first day here, but I haven’t had a chance to get to it since. Time is running out- I’ve already been here for over 48 hours and have yet to make contact. I can’t wait any longer.

I pick the phone up off of the receiver, cringing as I press the button and hear the dialtone. With trembling fingers, I start to dial, pressing the numbers that have been ingrained into my mind. Numbers I couldn’t forget even if I tried. My heart races faster with each one I press, and I hold my breath when I’m finished.

I jump a little as I hear the line ring, once, twice. Following the second ring, there’s a click as someone picks up.

I squeeze my eyes closed, blowing out a shaky breath. “It’s me.”

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