I graze her thighs with the tips of my fingers just below the edge of her dress. “You know quite well what you did. Ran that pretty mouth of yours. Are you going to take your punishment like a good little cub?”
Goldie turns her head to the side, just enough to catch my eye, and winks. “Yes, papa bear.”
“Fucking hells, Goldie,” I groan. “You’re going to be the death of me.” With a snarl, I lift her dress and bite my lip at the sight of her perfect ass on display. A lacy yellow thong barely covers her, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to fill her with my cock right then and there.
Instead, I deliver two hard slaps to her ass, one on each cheek. Her yelps are music to my ears, and the red handprints already glowing on her pale flesh have my cock throbbing against my shorts.
“Two more, little cub,” I purr into her ear, pressing my body into hers. “Can you handle that?”
Goldie’s breaths are uneven when she speaks. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” I smack her ass, once more on each cheek, then gently slide my hand between her legs. Her thong is soaked through with her arousal. I can smell the honeysuckle scent all around us, but I need to feel the result of my ministrations with my own hand. “I think you enjoyed that, little cub, you’re fucking soaked.”
She moans for me, rolling her hips to feel more friction from my fingers. I want to give in to her, take her here and now, but instead I pull my hand away. She whimpers, and I quickly release her arms from the rope. Goldie tumbles into my arms.
“Why did you stop?” She pouts, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I smirk down at her. “There’s no rush, little cub. I’ll have you bouncing on my cock soon enough.” Her cheeks flush a pretty shade of rouge that reminds me of the handprints I left on her ass. “Let’s get back to the others. Kieran and Adrian will have a feast prepared.”
Goldie grabs my hand and smiles, setting my soul on fire. She would indeed be the death of me. Because I was quickly realizing I’d do just about anything to keep this perfect woman in my life.
13
GOLDIE
Ichew on my bottom lip, looking at the man-bear who just spanked me like a misbehaving brat. I’ve always let others dictate my life, but if I’ve learned anything these past few days, it’s that if I want something, I need to take it. I want Marcus as much as I want Kieran and Adrian. So, as dominant as he is, I’ll obviously have to be the one to take him.
I tug on his hand, leading him to the hayloft ladder.
Marcus’s dark eyebrow pops up imperiously. “What is it that you think you’re doing, little one?”
His cool voice sets me on fire—there’s nothing I want more than to ruffle those calm and collected feathers of his. Or should I say fur?
“Taking you for a hayride,” I reply with a smirk.
“Cub,” he growls sternly. “We’ll be late for dinner.”
I pout, jutting out my lower lip. “I’m sure the boys won’t mind.”
Marcus doesn’t reply, his dark eyes locked on my mouth. Obviously, it’s time for some drastic measures.
I tug my hand free, then bring it up to my shoulders, whereI playfully shove the strap holding my shift up aside. A low rumble rises in Marcus’s chest, but he doesn’t say anything or move to stop me. Encouraged, I push the other strap with a bold smile, letting the garment sag down. When it catches on my breasts, I do a little shimmy until it pools at my feet.
I’m standing in front of the oldest of the bear brothers in just my thong. I know it’s soaked at the front from the smacks he gave me—I can feel the air cooling the fabric.
While Marcus is still mesmerized by my bared body, I turn on my heels and start climbing up to the hayloft.
“Goldie,” he says, his dark voice following me up like a living entity. “You’re asking for another spanking.”
I look down at him and wink. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Fuck!” he hisses, grabbing the first rung and climbing up after me.
Giggling, I clear the ladder and start crawling away. Marcus catches my foot before I get too far, holding me still so he can cover me with his hard, warm body. His erection presses against my ass, his excited breaths warming the back of my neck.
“You want to make me angry?” he asks darkly, the tone sending goosebumps skittering over my skin. He swivels his hips, grinding his bulge over my curves, and I let out a desperate little moan.
“Yes, Daddy,” I say again, trying to push back against him.
