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He chuckled darkly. “You will.”

As quickly as he had begun the spanking, he stopped, resting his hand on her fiery globes before caressing them gently, making her moan. He slipped his hand between her legs, dragging his finger through the wealth of lubrication he found just inside her pussy as he continued to explore, locating her engorged clit. He gave it a slight tug before he swatted the whole of her swollen sex. Bailey shrieked as her body responded to his dominant handling, her hips grinding down on his thigh. When she tried to close her legs to his exploring, he growled and slapped her sex a second time.

“Talon, no,” she mewled.

“Who do you belong to?” he rumbled softly.

When she refused to answer, he swatted both of her cheeks before landing a third swat between her legs. The latter produced a distinctive splatting noise.

“Who, Bailey?”

He raised his hand but stayed the strike when her answer came out in a rush. “You, Talon. I belong to you.”

His hand slipped back between her legs as he began to stroke her with deft and knowledgeable fingers. They circled and pressed against her clit before dipping into her pussy to gather some of her honey and rub it into her swollen nub. The second time he penetrated her with his fingers, he brought them up to his mouth where he sucked them clean. Nothing had ever tasted better.

He continued to fondle her sex, playing with her pussy, her clit and her engorged labia making her begin to shiver and then to shake as he pushed her tired, stressed, and now overstimulated body up to and over the abyss into ecstasy as her climax washed over her and her response covered his hand.

Talon released his vice-like grip of her body and she slid onto the ground on her knees, clasping his leg for support. Gently he tipped her over onto her back, grinning when she winced as her bruised backside made contact with the soft earth as he attached her bindings on a hook built into the bench. She struggled to no avail. More than one she-wolf had been chastised on this bench and just as many had been made to atone for their misbehavior.

He pulled her breeches and boots from her body and used a knife to render her naked before sinking to the ground, spreading her legs with his knees.

His mate would soon join their number.

CHAPTER12

Bailey couldn’t believe the beast between her thighs had just spanked her, used his hand to bring her to the first climax she’d had in over a year, and had now stripped her naked. While it had sated her need, she was still left wanting more. As he stared down at her, unlacing the front of his breeches, she knew he meant to give her more. He meant to take what he already considered his. While her mind rejected the idea of being claimed and wanted to fight, her body was soft, safe, and primed for the first time since she’d been cast out into the wilderness and declared feral.

If the look on his face was any indication, this would be no tender lovemaking. She had been deemed a feral and it seemed she was about to be claimed in a wild and primitive way. Her legs seemed to widen of their own accord, and she tilted her hips up, acquiescing to his mastery over her body. Talon covered her body; his hand snaking under her buttocks to lift and steady her as he leaned down and kissed her mouth with a rampant lust that matched her own.

Once his fly was open, his enormous cock sprang free and he settled himself between her thighs, the thick head of his staff parting her swollen, sore labia and surging into her slick, wet heat. As he pressed in, Bailey’s body arched up and she cried out, surprised that her body could come a second time and only from his penetration. He guided her legs up around his powerful buttocks as he began to stroke in and out of her.

There was a lazy urgency to the way he fucked her, and she was completely caught up in the primal animal coupling. She should be fighting, screaming for him to stop, trying to throw him off and yet the only thing she wished for was that he would free her hands so she could embrace him and rake his back with her nails. If he meant to put her on display, she wanted anyone who saw them to know at least she gave as good as she got.

It was as if they had been lovers for years. Her pussy embraced his cock as though it had been waiting for him. Over and over, he pounded into her. The spanking had sensitized her sex and she felt as though she’d never get enough. Primitive and wild it might be, but there was also a tremendous depth of passion in his touch, his kiss, and the way he drove into her again and again.

“Were we in our bed and not on hard ground, I would mark you and breach you with my knot. You are mine and I will never give you or anyone else cause to doubt that.”

Talon seemed to have settled something in his own mind and the frenzied pace with which he had stroked in and out backed off and he began to slowly drive her out of her mind. He drove deep and held himself against her as he captured her mouth again and left her whimpering for more. Bailey tried to move against him and control their coupling but the growl he emitted low in his throat and the way he squeezed her bottom were all the reminder she needed that he was the dominant partner.

“Talon, please…”

“Ah, so my feral mate can be sweetly enticing when she wants to be.”

He drew back until only the tip of his shaft was being gripped by her pussy before tunneling back in. As she cried out, he chuckled deeply, and did it again. He repeated this exquisite torture as Bailey writhed beneath him. There was another orgasm building inside her, and she felt his cock beginning to swell and twitch as he prepared to climax and empty his essence deep inside her.

Bailey cried out again, her body arching to get as close to him as she could while he held himself hard against her, grinding against her to prolong the ecstasy. He released her mouth and trailed kisses down her neck until he bestowed a loving kiss between the hollow of her throat and her clavicle. He tugged her head back and out of his way as his canines lengthened and he sank them into her in a savage bite.

This time when Bailey screamed, she wasn’t sure if it was from the intensity of the pleasure or the pain. She bucked against him, but all he did was deepen the bite, which triggered a small mini-climax that held her in its thrall until it was over, and he released her neck, bestowing a soft kiss on it.

“No,” she wailed.

“Shh, Bailey. You bear my mark and will do so for the rest of your days.”

Talon held himself against her, allowing her pussy to milk his cock for every last bit of his cum before he withdrew from her, leaving her bereft and confused. He rocked back on his knees and stood, pulling his breeches into place and fastening them before tossing her clothes in a small pile. Unhooking her from the bench, he pulled her to her feet, leaning into her lower abdomen and lifting her onto his shoulder as he stood back up.

With her naked, throat bleeding, backside red and throbbing, and his cum dribbling out of her pussy, the massive wolf-shifter headed up into the woods away from the river. Had she any energy left, she would have fought him tooth and nail. Bailey had no doubt she was being taken to his village in a manner meant to humble her and show his prowess to his pack.

“Talon, please.”

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