Page 15 of Savagely Mated

“Rebellion?”

Now I’m confused and horny. I don’t know what the hell they’re talking about.

“That’s right. Rebellion. Not all the time, and not against us. In that regard, this will be a lot like the academy. You’ll do as you’re told, or you’ll face consequences.”

“What are you going to do? Give me detention? Make me write lines? Run drills? What?”

“Give her to me, Rafe,” Einar says, extending his hand toward me.

Rafe lets go of my neck, and I find myself hauled across the back of the van and tossed over Einar’s muscular lap. I don’t know what the hell this is supposed to be.

This isn’t like any kind of discipline I’ve felt before or heard of before. Is lying on him supposed to be some kind of punishment?

Smack!

There’s suddenly a sharp pain in my ass. I realize he’s struck me, open palm, on my left cheek. He does the same on the right, and then again on the left. He keeps going back and forth, making my ass sting.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m spanking you. This is what is going to happen when you don’t behave yourself,” Einar says.

“You’re bleeding on her top,” Rafe says.

“That’s her problem for kicking me in the face twice,” Einar says, smacking my ass again. “This is going to hurt, Darcy. It’s going to hurt each and every time you disobey me. We have to maintain order. It’s the only way we’ll survive.”

“Survive what, freak?”

He doesn’t answer, just keeps punishing me. It doesn’t hurt as much as fucking up in a combat drill hurts, but it sure as hellisn’t pleasant. It’s more embarrassing than anything, and I’m sure he intends for it to be.

My real problem, and the thing that bothers me most, is that this is starting to feel, well, good. Too good. Every time his palm meets my rear, there’s a flash of heat and a sort of tightness that expands through my lower body and up to my nipples. He smells so damn good. They all do.

“You know I’ve been trained to withstand pain, right?” I snort.

“You’re right. You should take this on the bare.”

“Wait. What? No!”

He yanks my pajama pants down, right at the moment I realize I have been trying to fight these men off in my jammies.

“Careful,” Rafe says. “She could shift.”

My bare ass is currently on display, and Einar’s big, warm, hand is pressed against my naked cheeks, which are very close to another part of my anatomy that is hot and wet. He cannot know that I am enjoying this treatment. It would be the most shameful thing in the world to be exposed that way.

“Girl like this? No way she has the juice to shift twice in one day. It really takes it out of you when you’re young and female. The girls I knew could only shift once a month sometimes,” Einar says.

They’re talking about me like I’m not even here while I get my ass whipped. Hell fucking no.

A half-smile comes over my face.

I take my wolf form. It takes some effort, but a few seconds later, Einar doesn’t have my soft, bare ass over his thighs. Instead, he’s effectively cuddling a full-grown hairy she-wolf over his lap.

“Shit!” I hear him curse.

“I thought you said this wasn’t possible,” Kirin says.

“It shouldn’t be. She’ll be tapped out completely.”

Iamtapped out completely. But sometimes you push yourself, even when you’ve got nothing, just to prove a point.

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