Page 15 of Chosen By The Grizzly

I feel like I’m dreaming. My beautiful mate, naked and vulnerable, trusting me enough to get her in this position where she couldn’t run away, even if she wanted to.

As if she just read my mind, a flicker of uncertainty passes across her eyes. “My friends—” she mutters.

“Are nowhere near. But later I’ll shift into my bear and I’ll be able to track them down in minutes. Don’t worry about them; they’re safe. And there’s no one else—whether human or shifter—around for miles.”

I kneel back and gaze at her while she absorbs that information. I love that she doesn’t try to hide her body from me. She just stands there and lets me look.

When her tongue darts out and licks her lips, my cock jolts. She wants this. She trusts me. Good. Soon she’ll learn that I only ever have her best interests at heart.

“I want to see you again,” she says in a quiet voice.

My breath catches in my throat. “My body, you mean?”

“Uh huh.” Her eyes are dark now, almost black. Because her pupils are dilated with desire, I realize. This girl is incredible.

“You liked seeing me naked?” I go to pull up my shirt.

She nods eagerly, her gaze lasering in on my crotch. I’m not surprised. My dick is jutting out like a flagpole beneath my jeans. It’s so hard it hurts, and it’s taking all my self-control not to release it from its prison.

“First, I need to teach you a lesson,” I say.

Her mouth forms a littleOof surprise. “What for?” she says innocently.

“For blasting me in the face with a whole can of bear spray.”

Her cheeks turn pink. “I’m sorry about that, but I thought you were going to eat me. I was just protecting myself—”

“I am going to eat you,” I cut in, staring at her drenched little pussy. “Right after I’ve spanked you.”

“Spanked me?” she breathes.

“I’m going to spank you.” I straighten up one leg, turning my thigh into a perfect spanking bench. “Over my knee.”

She bites her lip, but there’s no hiding the tell-tale flush heating her cheeks and the brightness of her eyes.

“You think you deserve it?” I say.

She hesitates, then nods.

“Then show me.”

Her eyes get even brighter, then she shuffles over to me, pants and panties hobbling her steps. I take her hand to steady her. She’s a virgin, totally untouched, but she’s acting purely on instinct. She kneels between my legs, then she bends her body over my left thigh. I wait, hands quivering, but not touching her until her creamy ass is raised up. Holy hell. What an incredible sight. Two round pale globes, right over my knee. When I lay my hand on her at last, she quivers at my touch. Her skin is even more velvety than I expected. At first I just stroke her, one cheek, then the other, gradually easing her thighs wider apart. She sighs and relaxes under my touch, revealing her pink pussy to my gaze. I can see her tiny virgin entrance and the rosebud of her asshole, glistening with her arousal.

“I’m going to spank you six times, one for each blast of bear spray you gave me.”

“Okay,” she murmurs.

I keep my hand real light, just enough pressure to raise a pretty pink blush to her skin.

“One,” she mutters when I bring my hand down on her right cheek.

I close my eyes, savoring the word. She’s a natural. I alternate sides, and with every slap she sighs then gasps out the number. Two—three—four—five—six spanks of my hand, raining down on her lovely ass.

Too soon, I’m done and the intoxicating scent of her arousal rises to my nostrils, stronger than ever. I pause for a moment, admiring my handiwork, then I stroke her warm flesh with my fingertips, easing the punishment away.

“Did you like that?” I ask.

“Yes,” she moans.

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