Page 19 of Mated

Smack!

No. No he did not.

With the pleasure fading, the pain starts to feel more immediate, more intense. His fingers are still inside me as he spanks me hard and fast. Now he is punishing both my ass and my pussy, making my aching sex squirm around his digits as his palm whips a steady tattoo.

I gasp and cry out as he makes whatever the original spanking was going to be into something much more intense and far more perverse. This feels like punishment.

“You’re the kind of mate who takes pleasure in being disciplined. It’s not uncommon, but it does mean you’re going to suffer in different ways,” Cain lectures me. “When you’re a bad girl, I’m going to make sure I teach you the lesson you need to learn one way or another.”

The ache between my legs has me right on the edge of pleasure and pain. I almost feel as though I could come again if this went on long enough, though I don’t know if my ass could take it. I feel hot and swollen and wet and sore and sorry.

I want his mercy. I want him to tell me that he has forgiven me.

“Are you going to do as you’re told in the future?”

Cain

“Yes!” She moans the answer.

I want to fuck her more than anything, but I know if I put my dick inside her, I’m going to come inside her, and I know if so much as a drop of my seminal fluid touches her well-fucked interior, she’s going to shift again.

Holding back from fucking her right now after watching her come all over my fingers, her hot red ass gyrating with carnal need, is the hardest thing I might ever do. She’s stunning. She’s so innocent, but so responsive. She gave her virginity to me, and now she is giving me even more. She is showing me precisely how she is wired, how sorry and sore she is, and how much some part of her enjoys both those things.

I know I’m pushing her close to her limits now. I can feel her inner muscles gripping my fingers, trying to milk me for seed they don’t have. She is a greedy little thing, my mate. Her body is full of desire.

I pull my fingers out of her pussy slowly, enjoying the way her lips grip me as I withdraw. I know she’s not comfortable. I can see that in the hue of her cheeks, the proper deep red of her skin.

“I hope you have learned your lesson, or there will be more of this,” I tell her.

She makes a half-coherent sound and lets out a little sigh that might be of relief. I am still fighting the urge to slide myself back into that hot, tight interior. She was quite literally made for me. Forces that were in effect long before either of us were conceived ordained us as mates. That’s what my pack believes—and now I’ve met her, that’s what I believe too.

I have had plenty of encounters with women before. I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never felt this level of pure devotion andtenderness, mixed with the very real need to keep this young woman in her place.

It is time for her to go to bed. It has to be. Before I lose the last of what passes for my self-control.

I sit her up on my lap for a moment, brushing her messed up hair out of her eyes. “Are you okay?”

She meets my gaze very briefly before nodding just a little and lowering her eyes again. She’s embarrassed. I put her arousal on display for both of us. I could have avoided mentioning it altogether, spanked her, and sent her to bed. But that would have done nothing besides leave her in a state of arousal that would have completely undermined the message I’m trying to send. Sexy as she is, she has to do as she is told.

“Good,” I say.

She’s stifling a little yawn. I can see her trying to resist it before she gives in. It’s not easy to resist your impulses and instincts as a newly transformed shifter. She’s going to be more impulsive than she’s ever been, which is all the more reason to ensure my discipline is stringent.

“Time for bed.” I slide her off my lap and slap her bottom lightly. She makes a little yelping sound and dashes for the bedroom, where she dives for the covers and pulls them up, almost acting as if she were never out of bed at all.

“I’m sorry,” she squeaks softly. “I didn’t mean to be bad.”

This woman makes me melt.

“I know,” I say, stroking her hair back from her face and cupping her cheek lightly. She is just so adorable. I know I will have to be strict and firm with her, but she makes it so I can damn near notbear it. I want to cuddle her close and take care of her tenderly. I want to protect her from all dangers. She is my mate, and there is no use denying it or trying to resist it. It is a law, as immutable as gravity.

“When I give you an order, you need to follow it,” I say. My tone is already softer. “I don’t want to punish you again.”

She looks at me with those big, wide eyes, the blanket pulled up all the way to her nose by this point.

“You need to go to sleep,” I tell her. “I will be here all night long, and tomorrow, we will talk about the rest of your life.”

Her eyes, already wide, somehow flicker that little bit bigger. “The rest of my life?”

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