Page 16 of His Mate

He spanked me so hard that I squeezed my eyes shut and my vision turned white.

“Please!” I begged.

And just when I thought I couldn’t take another moment, he stopped. His hand rested against the small of my back, warm and heavy, and I could feel him trembling too, could hear the roughness of his breath, the way it hitched, like he was fighting something just as hard as I was.

I stayed there, pinned against the wall, my body shaking, every nerve humming, and I waited for him to speak, to say something, anything that would make sense of this. Then he pulled back and jerked me backwards by my neck.

Then without preamble or any word of warning, he forced me down to the floor so hard that I landed on my knees. I sat back and hissed when my ass brushed against my heels, the scalded surface likely as fire engine red as all the other girls.

“Now, you’re going to show me that you can be a good girl, unless you need me to continue your punishment,” he growled, and my breath hitched in my throat.

A whimper escaped my lips.

I stared up at him, trying to swallow the fear that threatened to overwhelm me, and I knew, with a certainty that sent a shiver down my spine, that he wasn’t joking, not even close. That he was entirely serious about every syllable that fell off his lips.

His cock jutted up right in front of me, now fully erect and throbbing. It was dark purple, so full of blood that the veins to either side of his shaft pulsed with his desire, and that did something strange to my insides that I tried to ignore.

It was massive, intimidating, and yet… I felt a rush of something warm, something needy, spreading through me.

I ignored that too.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, and the authority in his voice made me tremble. I shifted a little bit, biting my lip as my scalded ass brushed against the bottoms of my feet again and I glared up at him as rage billowed up from deep inside of me.

But I didn’t argue.

I wasn’t stupid.

This man was stronger than me, and the moment I tried to fight him, I would be on my stomach with him forcing himself inside of me and there would be nothing I could do.

I opened my mouth, but I wasn’t happy about it. If I really thought about it, it made me angry.

“Good girl,” he purred, and I hated how warm his words made me feel.

He gripped his massive cock in one hand, the other gripping the back of my neck, and with one swift motion, he pulled me forward. His thick, throbbing head pressed against my lips, and I tasted him, salty and warm, even though I didn’t want to.

Oh, God. He was so fucking big.

My thighs pressed together, and I realized with abject horror that I was wet. I don’t know when it happened, maybe it was during the spanking or maybe my body was just preparing itself for the inevitable, but there was no denying it.

I was soaking wet. I was fuckingarousedby all of this, and I didn’t understand it.

I tried not to think about it, but when a single drop of arousal slipped down my thigh, it was impossible not to, and that made me furious.

My mouth stretched wide as he slid himself inside, his girth opening my jaw painfully, and I had to fight back the urge to gag. He was so thick, so long, and he filled my mouth completely, the tip of his cock pressing against the back of my throat.

My eyes watered, and I struggled to breathe, the heat and scent of him surrounding me, enveloping me until he was the only thing that I could think of. Until all that was me was him.

He groaned, his grip on my neck tightening, and I felt the muscles in his thighs flex beneath my hands as he pulled back, only to thrust into me again, deeper this time. I pulled back, choking a little on his cock and he thrust inside me again.

I wanted to protest, to push him away, but he held me in place, his hips grinding against my face, his cock thrusting deeper, harder, until all I could do was kneel there and take it.

My fury billowed up from the tips of my toes.

This wasn’t fair.

None of this was fair.

I’d had a life before this, and people out there who loved me, and these fucking wolves had stolen all that away from me just so that they could use me to carry their babies. They didn’t care about what I wanted. They didn’t care about what made me happy. All they cared about was the fact that I was human and that I could give birth to their pups.

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