There was a silver wolf in the woods. Its coat blended in so well with the ice and snow, that I barely noticed it. The wolf had a pair of ice-blue eyes that stared so solemnly at me, I swore I felt a connection.
We skated by, and as I glanced back, I saw that the wolf was already gone.
What the hell? Who was watching us? Whoever was in those woods wasn’t a faekin— it was a shifter. I kept my eyes peeled, though I didn’t see anyone watching us a second time. My stomach tumbled with worry, though I pushed it away.
I didn’t tell Ethan about our little stalker. I probably should, but we were having a good day, and we were happy. We needed a break from all the heavy. If I saw the wolf again, I’d let Ethan know. Otherwise, I wasn’t going to stress about it. Ethan and I were popular, and controversial. It wouldn’t be odd that someone was following us around.
Maybe Elijah had sent someone to spy on us— who knew. He could go back to his king and tell him that Emmaline Sosna was alive and well. It made me snicker to think how frustrated Eli and Gabby would be when they heard I was out and about again, instead of locked away and powerless.
When we’d reached the end of the trail, there was a vendor serving hot cocoa and warm cider. We got two drinks, then sat on a wooden bench by a raging fire to take our skates off. I was already tired by this point. My medicine had done wonders for me, but it still needed some time to take effect— not to mention a month’s worth of doing nothing in my room was catching up with me.
Ethan noticed my exhaustion. “Like to get out of this cold?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Though I really don’t want to go back to the university.” I wanted to stay in Dolinska a little longer and go shopping, but I was too tired.
“I was thinking the cabin would be an appropriate place to warm up,” Ethan offered with a sultry look.
Our cabin. How I longed to see it. And I knew exactly what he was thinking. Heat stirred between my legs as I stood up and said, “I’m already there.”
I rode on Ethan’s back to campus, to our little cabin. We placed our skates on the floor once we stepped inside, and Ethan got a roaring fire going in the hearth.
“I was thinking you could dress up for the occasion,” Ethan said, and from out of his hockey duffel, he pulled a piece of clothing. It was the revealing blue dress I’d worn last semester to that party, where I’d kissed Finlay in front of everyone— the same one where I’d stripped for the room and tossed my panties into the air.
I laughed. “Where’d you find that?”
“I might’ve gone rummaging through your closet awhile ago,” he admitted. “I was wondering if you’d wear it for me.”
“I thought you hated that dress,” I teased as I took it from him.
“I hateother peoplewatching you in it,” he clarified. “But since the show’s all for me, I’d be more than happy to oblige your darkest fantasies.”
“Very well. Close your eyes.”
Ethan did. I began to change, and his eyelids creeped open the slightest bit.
“No peeking!” I slapped his chest, and he smirked. My clothes fell to the side as I pulled the slinky dress over my form. I hesitated to pull my hat off, but then realized that this was just Ethan— I didn’t have to worry about my hair around him. He’d still find me beautiful, bald patches or not.
I pressed myself against Ethan’s front, and his eyes opened. His gaze ravished me as his hands roved over my skin. I began to kiss him. He staggered backward, falling into an armchair. I straddled his hips, pressing my core down into his hardening dick.
“Do you like it?” I asked.
“Yes,” he replied in a low tone. “But I think you should’ve saved it for us.”
“Go on.” I pressed down harder onto his dick, and he let out a low moan.
“You were a bad girl, wearing this in public for everyone to see,” Ethan chastised playfully. “I think you need to be punished.”
With one arm, Ethan swept me around so I was laying across his lap. He fiddled with the edge of the dress and laid his hand across my ass. He rubbed my ass in circles, and it drove me wild. I wasn’t wearing any panties underneath, so I was completely exposed. It wasn’t embarrassing for me to be in this position, though, strung across his lap— it was erotic. Fantasies surged inside my mind of what he’d do to me in the very vulnerable position I was in, and I was addicted to each one. Ethan ran his hand along my opening, teasing me, and my body gave a shudder.
“I think you need to learn what happens when you’re a bad girl,” Ethan murmured. I yelped with the first crack of his hand to my ass. It didn’t really hurt— I was just surprised. Then he smacked my ass again, and it stung this time.
“Gods, yes. More,” I breathed. This was so hot. Every slap he gave me my ass only made me go more crazy. Pain built in my rear, but it wasn’t hurtful— it was agoodkind of pain, one that made my desires heighten and the sensations in my body pulsate even more intensely. My skin gave off a delicious kind of heat that made me wetter.
Okay, I had a spanking fetish. And apparently, so did Ethan. I dared to glance behind and saw that a haze had overcome his eyes that was intoxicating. His dick underneath me was so hard, it was nearly uncomfortable to lay upon.
I wanted him to spank me harder. Each time he slapped my ass, my hips bucked. I tried to rub myself up against his leg, to try to get off.
“I don’t think so,” Ethan said with a low chuckle. “Look at you, trying to make this pleasurable even when this is supposed to be unpleasant.”
