“Acting like a little thief in public is not a good thing,” Krall lectures. “Your behavior reflects on us. Some people may know that we are a wolf pack, and it would be better if you did not act completely out of control.”
Every one of those words is punctuated with a swat that lands low on my ass and makes my hips jolt against his thigh. I can feel my clit grinding against the rough fabric of his pants. I can’t help but enjoy this on some level. There’s nothing about being punished that I really enjoy. It’s painful. It’s embarrassing. It’s a complete blow to the ego. In the mountains I lived under my father’s rule, but I was never punished like this there. I was allowed to do as I wished. The only thing I ever had to do was surrender myself to be given as a mate. I am regretting doing that quite a lot.
“Do you understand me, little girl?” he growls down at me, his palm resting on my hot ass.
“Yes,” I whimper, because saying anything else feels like I am inviting more pain and more trouble.
He rubs his hand over my stinging cheeks, then down between my legs, cupping my pussy tight.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes…”
“Daddy,” he growls down at me. “Naughty little girls get spanked by their daddies.”
I feel myself blushing violently.
I have a father. I never had a daddy. Paternal affection and discipline is sparing in the mountain where pups and whelps and even adult offspring are in danger of dying on almost any day. I have become proficient in my own survival. It’s very strange to have anybody else take any interest in it at all.
I find myself yelping and even moaning with something like pleasure. It doesn’t make sense that this should feel good, but my body doesn’t really care about what makes sense. I am used to existing in worlds where logic does not follow in a reasonable progression. Magic is not interested in making sense. It is interested in what works.
After a time, Krall growls again.
“You want a treat for your mouth? I’ll ensure you get one.”
I don’t know what that means at first, but I know he is sliding me off his lap and setting me down on my knees between his legs as he frees his cock. His hand fists in my hair and draws my mouthtoward his crotch. My lips part as I try to ask a question, but it is answered when he pushes the head of his cock deep inside my mouth.
“You can be a good girl, and you’re going to be a good girl for me,” he says, caressing my hair as he strokes in and out of my mouth, cupping my chin and the back of my head simultaneously to guide me.
I let him do with me as he will. I feel a sort of dreamy, happy sensation running through my body. I am not being pleasured directly, but somehow I am enjoying this anyway.
Krall’s handling gets a little more tense and more rough as he approaches his climax. He is careful not to knot inside my mouth, to keep that thick rod outside my lips when he shoots his cum down my throat.
I swallow obediently, half closing my eyes when he presses a gentle kiss on the top of my head. He doesn’t call me a good girl, but I feel it somehow.
“To bed,” he says, sounding immediately groggy. “We have a long journey in the morning.”
He lies down in the bed and is asleep in less than a minute.
“Old man,” Thorn smirks, hiding a yawn himself. He takes a place on the bed too, lying back with his hands behind his head. I am tempted to join him, but there is a third wolf in the room, and that one is not done with me.
“Not a very good escape attempt,” Skor murmurs in my ear, his hand on the back of my neck in a possessive sort of way. He is speaking quietly. Not quite a whisper, but barely more. “Youcould have been miles away by now if you hadn’t decided to be a delinquent.”
I don’t respond, though it is increasingly difficult not to. Krall is easy, I’m realizing. He’s a big overbearing alpha wolf, but there’s a simplicity to him that makes me feel very comfortable. Skor, on the other hand, increasingly feels like something I have battled before on a long night. He is a shady creature, and I am wary around him.
“What did you think you were doing?” His lips are on my ear.
“Just getting some candy. Nothing bad.”
“You have to follow the laws of the civilized world. You can’t break into houses and take what you want. You’ll end up with a bullet in you,” he growls at me. “I think you know that. Theft is wrong in the mountains too.”
Does he care? He wants me to think he cares. I’m not even listening to him. His concerns are the least of mine. I let sugar get in the way of my escape. I am so disappointed in myself, and I can’t even really express the reason I did it. I am used to only ever doing the thing that leads to the highest chance of survival. I didn’t do that tonight. I did something just for pleasure, and it fucked me.
“I’m tired,” I say. “I’m going to sleep.”
It feels like an act of defiance to climb up onto the bed and take a place between Krall and Thorn. It still smells like humans, but there’s less humanity in this room than before. Krall’s seed is quite the diffuse scent.
I leave Skor to the end of the bed, tucking my legs up so my feet don’t touch him. He settles in without obvious complaint, boxingme in. If I want to make another attempt at escape, I’m going to have to wait until everybody is truly fast asleep and then I’m going to have to move without rocking the bed too much.
