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“Yes, sir,” I wailed, and the base of his cock swelled even wider, stretching me so far that I thought I might split in half. My eyes watered and I blinked them rapidly, trying not to cry.

“Good. Because that’s where you deserve to be fucked,” he growled, and then he was coming.

I could feel his seed filling me up, and it was so intense that the pleasure and the pain combined, and the tears spilled over.

A single tear tracked down my cheek and Rowan leaned forward and licked it off my face.

“You’re such a bad girl,” he whispered, and I shuddered, the words sending a jolt of pleasure down my spine.

The feeling was too much.

Too overwhelming.

His fingers started rubbing my clit hard once more and I couldn’t stop the climax that steamrolled through me a second later. I screamed, my body writhing, the pain and the pleasure combining, and all I could do was lie there and take it, take him.

His knot kept us connected and his cock spasmed inside me, filling me up with his seed again and again, and all the while, he fucked me. He kept thrusting, his cock sinking into me, and I keened, the feeling too much, and yet not enough, and before long, the pain gave way to pleasure, the ecstasy washing over me like a tidal wave.

“I’m so sorry, sir!” I wailed.

“I know you are, my good girl. I know,” he said softly.

His fingers started to rub my clit even harder, and before I knew what was happening, I was lost. My entire body shook and trembled and another orgasm swept over me, making my muscles tense, and then they finally gave out, and I collapsed forward onto the fallen log, tears rolling down my cheeks as my body quaked with aftershocks.

I closed my eyes, and the entire world went black.

CHAPTER 15

Rowan

My fingers gently ran across the welts covering Kendra’s bare bottom and thighs. They were hot and swollen and red, and I had to admit there was a certain beauty to them.

A deep, overwhelming possessiveness welled up within me.

She’d run away and put herself in danger.

And I’d punished her for it.

I’d spanked her before, but never truly punished her, and I had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time I gave my naughty mate what she truly needed.

Gently, I pulled up her jeans and buttoned them before I hefted her up into my arms and took a deep breath.

We needed to get out of here. We couldn’t stay in one place for too long.

I carried her through the woods as she slept. I walked for miles, the weight of her in my arms barely registering as I pushed through the thick underbrush, following the distant sound of rushing water.

The woods were quiet, the only sound the crunch of leaves beneath my boots and the steady beat of Kendra’s soft breath against my chest. I wasn’t sure how far I’d gone, but I refused to stop until I knew she’d be safe.

The sky had darkened, a heavy gray settling in as dusk fell, and just when I thought I’d need to stop and make camp for the night, I stumbled upon a small cabin, tucked away in the shadow of towering pines, nestled near a swiftly flowing river. It was hidden so well that I almost missed it entirely, its weathered walls blending into the forest.

I reached the door, pushing it open with my shoulder, grateful when it creaked open without resistance. The cabin was empty, long abandoned by whoever had built it, but it was clean enough. A single bed lay against the far wall, draped in a faded quilt, and a small hearth sat cold and unused near the back corner. It wasn’t much, but it would do.

I laid Kendra down gently on the bed, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. She looked so peaceful now, her brow no longer furrowed with worry or fear, and I felt something tighten in my chest as I watched her.

I needed to take care of her.

I moved quickly, lighting a fire in the hearth and scanning the cabin for anything useful. I dragged a chair over near the bed, settling myself there as I watched her, waiting for any sign that she’d wake. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees,my hands running over my face as I tried to push away the memories of the last few days.

I hadn’t meant for this to happen—for Kendra to put herself in danger, to nearly be taken back to the wolves. I should have kept her closer, should have known she’d be driven to try to save her friends on her own. She was too strong-willed, too brave for her own good.

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