Page 25 of His to Hunt

“Yes,” I whisper.

“My kind mates for life,” he declares. “You’ll be all fucking mine. I don’t just take; I consume. I’ll devour you, little girl. I’ll do things to you that you’ll wish you could forget but be so fucking glad you can’t.”

“I-I didn’t realize the spell would work,” I tremble as I force the words to leave my mouth. “I… I’m sorry.”

The gold flickers in his eyes again, like a tiny flame. What the hell did I bring to my door by playing with magic I didn’t understand? I think… there’s something else going on. He’s not just a man, and whatever else is in there may be a lot scarier.

“Lucky for you, we can break the spell. You’re no witch, just a foolish little girl,” he sighs, reaching into his pocket and removing a small burlap bag. “We just have to burn this, take a deep breath, and your fucking curse is broken.”

“Curse?” I ask, blinking a few times.

“This book is druid magic,” he asserts, motioning to it. “You didn’t have enough power to cast the spell properly, so it turned into a curse. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that this will fix it.”

“O-okay,” I stammer nervously. “But there were three of us.”

“You’re the one who bled. That’s where the power comes from for spells like this.”

I feel conflicted in so many ways, but I force myself to be rational. Neither of us truly want this. Whatever I did, if we can undo it, we should. As quickly as possible.

“Um, I have matches…” I mutter, glancing at the box.

“No, not so fast. We’re not going to burn it yet.” He leans back with a smug expression and puts it in his pocket. His look turns darker. “First, I’m going to punish you for being so foolish. Then we’re going to fix this.”

My entire body tightens again. I look at him, and a shiver going down my spine. He’s going to punish me? That should terrify me enough to run out of this basement screaming, but for some reason, I can’t make myself move.

“W-what are you going to do?” I whisper.

“I was originally thinking something severe,” he grumbles threateningly, then his tone softens. “But after seeing how fucking awful everyone around you is, I kind of understand why you wanted… anything else.”

“I mean, I…I really didn’t think it would work,” I mumble.

“It did. You fucked around and the consequences are here,” he says, gesturing to himself. “Now get your ass over here, because you’re going over my knee. Be grateful you’re not getting something a lot worse than my hand.”

He shifts on the couch, his thick legs coming together to form a lap. He unfolds his arms and pats it, making sure I get the message. That’s where he wants me.

“You’re going to spank me?” I whimper, already standing up, even as I protest. “Please, I’m really sorry. I didn’t…”

I take a step closer, my body obeying though my brain is screaming at me to run. He doesn’t wait for me to walk any closer. He reaches out and takes my arm, pulling me down across his muscular thighs. I can feel the heat through my pajamas, and after he positions me, I feel something hard against my hip.

“Oh god!” I gasp.

“Like your panties aren’t drenched, little girl,” he growls, his hand grabbing the waistband of my pajamas and panties.

“Wait!” I squeal, but they’re around my knees before I have a chance to reach for them.

My face turns red with shame. I try to squirm off his lap, but his heavy hand wraps around my hip, holding me in position until I can barely wiggle. I can feel how wet I am. There’s enough slick between my thighs that I’m sure some of it is already dripping on his pants.

“See? The bond goes both ways,” he snaps, slapping my bare ass with a hand so big it nearly covers my whole butt.

“Ow!” I yell, kicking my feet, but I’m helpless. I throw a hand back to block him, but he catches it and pins it to my lower back.

“I could have just let the frenzy take hold, fucked you until you were dripping with my seed, and rejected you when the need burned out,” he snarls, peppering my ass with hard spanks. “But I don’t want that fucking burden and I think you’ve already got enough of them.”

The smacks keep coming and no amount of thrashing or hollering can stop them. I can’t keep my thighs closed because my legs are flailing, but my modesty is the least of my concerns. I’ve got a hard cock throbbing against me and there’s only one place I want it. I just can’t focus on that because his hand is lighting a fire on my ass.

“I’ll never play with magic again! I didn’t know! I’m sorry!” I wail.

“There was a time when you would have been arrested for even having a book like that in your possession,” he lectures, punishing my sit spots over and over, making me burn while I cry. “Now, apparently you can keep it long enough to fuck up. You’re lucky your spell wasn’t strong enough for a Witch Hunter to notice. Then it wouldn’t just be your ass that’s burning.”