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“Only ten?” she murmured.

I couldn’t tell if she was joking or repeating it to herself in preparation, so I hummed and said, “Careful.”

She took a deep inhale.

“Count them down.” I raised a hand and brought it down on her ass in a light swat, memorizing the way her muscle jiggled with the impact.

“One.” She breathed the sound on a sigh, and my cock twitched under her. Fuck, I shouldn’t have done this so close to the change. My wolf prowled too close, and my fangs started to push out of my jaw, elongating, preparing to sink into her throat and mark her permanently.

I spanked her again, harder this time, jostling her against my legs.

“Two.” A small groan punctuated the word, and the delicious scent of her arousal drifted up between us. It clawed at my insides, twisting around my restraint. I didn’t know how I’d make it through the rest.

Another spank, and this time, I ran my fingers in between her legs, spreading my middle and ring fingers around her clit. She moaned and curved into my hold, pushing her ass back to get more contact. I had to drape my arm over her shoulders to hold her in place.

Resisting the urge to put my fingers in my mouth to suck off her taste, I spanked her two more times in quick succession, harder than before. My fingers left little imprints in her skin, and the sight nearly had me rocking my pelvis into her, my cock yearning for attention.

Focus.

“Are you an idiot, pet?” I asked, massaging away the sting.

“No, sir.” She shook her head and moaned.

“That’s right, you’re not.” I hit her on the other cheek this time and bit back the twinge in my palm. I’d worked on the ranch my whole life. My hands were callused and rough from years of hard labor. But that didn’t take away the ache of a good spanking. It hurt her, and it hurt me, and fuck, the pain was deliriously tantalizing. “You’re my brilliant, amazing, intelligent wife. Say it.”

“I’m your brilliant, amazing, intelligent wife,” she repeated as I brought my hand down again.

“I’m the only one allowed to degrade you, understood?” I rubbed her cunt again, pleased when my fingers came away wet and sticky with her slick. This was meant as a punishment, but my girl liked being punished. And hell if that didn’t make me rock fucking solid.

“Yes, sir,” she said. “You’re the one who degrades me. I won’t degrade myself.”

“That’s fucking right.” I spanked her two more times, and on the last one, I brought my hand down between her legs so hard, the wet sound reverberated off the walls. She gasped and squirmed to get away, but I clutched her shoulder to keep her still. “Look at how you take your spanking. Such a strong female. So beautifully wet for me. You did so well.”

I rubbed her cunt to soothe away the sting, but I couldn’t help myself. This had amped her up, and the way she’d handed control of her body over to me turned me wild.

“Do you want to come on my fingers, my little plaything?” My voice came out low and gravelly, my inner beast having fully taken over. I sounded like a monster, even to my own ears. But Trouble wasn’t deterred. She turned her face toward me and whined.

“Yes, please, sir,” she said.

“Will you be good and stay still so I can have my fun?” Oh, I was a prick to demand such a thing. She was wound tighter than a spring inside a toy, just waiting for the right turn to pop. How I longed to twist her coil just right.

“Please, I’ll be so good for you.”

How could I refuse?

CHAPTER 13

Ava

The skin on my ass smarted from the spanking, but that paled in comparison to the sensation of Lycan sliding his fingers into my cunt. Had I ever been so wet in my life? I didn’t know. It didn’t matter. Fire sizzled in my veins as I pushed back on his hand. I was supposed to stay still. I was supposed to be good. But he pushed down inside of me, finding a pleasure center I didn’t even know I had, and I wanted more of it.

“Oh, that’s the spot, huh?” He laughed and dragged his fingers out only to surge them back in again at the same languid pace. “Have you been good enough for me to keep playing with it?”

“God, yes. Please, sir. Please.” The words tumbled out of my mouth. I was ravenous, a melted stick of butter burning in the summer sun. He could do anything he wanted, and I’d gladly oblige as long as he kept working me like that.

“There’s no God here, Trouble,” he said, removing his fingers to rub over my clit. “Only me.”

I whined and used his thighs as leverage to rut my pelvis toward him, begging for more.