Page 27 of Wolf Tamer

At least it will be over soon.

“Well… I’ve actually been giving this a lot of thought,” he says, his voice gruff.

“About the best ways to punish me? Wow.”

“Not about… Okay, yes, about that too.”

“And you’re sure I can’t just get a stern talking-to? Or a slap on the wrist?”

His frown deepens. “The mildest punishment usually involves a branch switch or a whip.”

I almost choke on my next breath. “That’s yourlightestpunishment? Are you kidding? You’re going to whipme?”

“Listen, it sounds bad. But I may have something, a way that might keep you from feeling any kind of pain. Considering you can do your part.”

This is getting more ludicrous by the second.

I shift around slowly to shoot him a venomous stare over my shoulder. “Seriously?”

“You know I’m not trying to be an asshole.”

I practically feel his scowl on my skin. “And yet it comes to you so naturally.”

He doesn’t even flinch at the intonation. “I just have something you might want to see.”

My gaze flicks down to his crotch for a half second before forcing myself to meet his eyes.

Hell. He knew that’s where my mind would go, and there is no way in hell I’m doing anything with him now. I sigh like this is nothing but a damn inconvenience and push my long hair over my shoulder.

“Well, let’s hurry up,” I add.

I’m never going to find a way out of this for the two of us if I can’t focus and keep my attention where it belongs. And it most certainly doesn’t belong on his penis.

Although, it’s an intriguing proposition.

“Before you show me, can you get dressed?” I ask. “I don’t think it’s an unreasonable request.”

He doesn’t even have the decency to look properly chastised. If anything, he’s fighting off a grin, and that hand of his is inching lower, down my arm and toward my hips.

I shake my head and turn away from him.

There’s his answer.We’re not having fun right before my corporal punishment begins.

“We’ll both get dressed, because right now, it’s taking every inch of willpower I possess to keep from bending you over and taking you right here,” he growls.

Heat curls inside me, but I nod, rising to turn off the water and hoping the sudden chill will help get some much-needed sense into my brain.

Reid stalks out to get towels and returns shortly to wrap me up in a large navy blue one, making sure to keep his gaze averted too.

Good. At least I’m not the only one having a hard time keeping my focus where it belongs.

“What do you have to show me?” I ask once we’re back in the bedroom.

He drags a shirt over his head, taking his time before answering. “My father took something from the witches. It must have been during one of their ceremonies and unbeknownst to them, of course.” He crosses over to the nightstand and pulls open the drawer. Seconds later, he’s pressing a leather book into my hands.

I blink down at it.

“A book of spells,” he continues.

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