Page 18 of His Mate

His fingers curled around my arm, not tight, but enough to keep me in place, enough to remind me of the strength he held, the power simmering just beneath the surface.

Of the fact that I was nothing more than a human and he was a powerful wolf.

His head dipped lower, and I felt the tip of his nose graze my shoulder, a low, rumbling growl vibrating through his chest. It wasn’t threatening, not exactly—it was almost as if he were trying to ground himself, to find some anchor in the storm that raged within him.

And then it was gone like a swirl of ash in the wind.

“No,” he growled, his voice carrying with it a feral sense of overarching authority.

His hand grabbed my ass, squeezing it tight with his fingers, firm and unyielding. I gritted my teeth, the pain of his grip ruthless. His claws dug into my flesh, not nearly hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to send a message that I was to be an obedient girl, not a defiant one. Each tiny pinprick stung, and it took everything in me to swallow my cries.

Not that it mattered.

Before I could brace myself, he swung his hand back and brought it down hard, his palm colliding with my backside in a way that sent a shockwave of pain and heat radiating through my body. The impact was different this time, stronger, more primal. It felt like his strength had doubled, his hand no longer merely flesh and blood but something much more powerful.

I gasped, biting down on my lip so hard I tasted blood, but I refused to cry out, refused to give him the satisfaction.Each smack was pure pain, but my clit pulsed as if it had its own heartbeat anyway.

He punished me for my defiance, forcing me to accept every hard swat and there was nothing I could do but take it. Each smack made my hips jerk forward against the padded wall. Every smack sounded like a gunshot, deafening and loud, and I wondered if anyone walking by could hear it.

That only made things worse.

Again and again, his hand came down, every blow carrying the full weight of his strength, as though he were trying to imprint himself on me, to force me to understand the power he held. I gasped with each strike, my fingers curling into the padded wall, nails digging into the soft surface as I fought to stay upright, to hold onto whatever scraps of dignity I had left.

He didn’t just spank me.

He blistered my ass until there was nothing other than the sting of his palm and the scalding blaze that encompassed my entire backside. Tears blurred my vision, and I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting to get through it.

Until I finally gave in.

Until I gave him my full surrender.

Until he took it for himself.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded, his voice carrying with it a hint of unhinged primal savagery that made my thighs quiver and my clit pulse.

Sniffling, I shuffled one foot to the side and then the other until I felt exposed enough. Dissatisfied with my efforts, he used his foot to kick my legs wider apart and before I knew what was happening, his hand slipped between my thighs and caressed my pussy.

My soaking wet pussy.

I couldn’t stop the strangled cry that emerged from my throat at his heated touch. His rough fingers slid over my wet folds, silently exploring my abject shame.

I was afraid and aroused and I didn’t understand why. I didn’t understand why I enjoyed the feeling of his fingertips touching me there either.

Mariah and Lia had suggested that sometimes the women might enjoy being bred, but I had never imagined that I would.

His touch ventured forward until he caressed my clit, circling it gently, once, twice, and I moaned, the sound low in my throat. I wanted to take it back, but I couldn’t. I didn’t need to turn to know that his ears had twitched, that he’d heard such a shameful sound come from me. I closed my eyes and gulped past the lump in my throat as he pulled his fingers away from me, grateful for the respite from whatever this was.

It didn’t last long.

In an instant, his wet fingers were pushing between my lips and before I could even think to bring my lips together, they were already pressing against the back of my throat.

And then the taste of my own arousal washed over my tongue. A musky sweet flavor overcame my senses and I gagged, immediately overwhelmed. I tried to pull my head back, but hedidn’t allow it. His other hand pressed against the back of my neck, keeping me in place no matter how hard I fought.

“You can bite down if you need to,” he said hoarsely, and I realized with horror that his cock was nestled between my legs. The tip edged at my entrance and for a moment, I panicked and thrashed against him, but even I knew it was useless.

The time for my first breeding had finally come.

And just like that, the man was gone. The wolf took over, his primal urges driving him forward, and before I could even draw a breath, his cock surged inside me.

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