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“Then let me explain, sweetheart.” He picked her up, his hands circling her waist. He proved his strength and agility by neatly flipping her over.
Kaja found the world upended. She was staring at the ground, her naked ass high in the air. She felt very vulnerable, her body completely under his control. She shivered in the slight chill. And then she was howling because something sharp slapped the tender flesh of her backside. It lit her ass like lightning. Kaja kicked, trying to get away.
Dante used one big hand to hold her down. “No. You’re not getting away from me. You’re going to accept your punishment.”
She did not like this punishment at all. Dante’s hand rained down on her. Over and over he smacked at her flesh. Tears pricked at Kaja’s eyes. She thought about changing. If she changed forms, he would not be able to hold her. She thought about running, but something was happening to her. Her flesh sparked when he struck her, but then he slowed his slaps. In between, Kaja began to feel a sweet heat invading her flesh, as though the very cessation of pain turned into a sharp, aching pleasure.
It was not so bad. It was starting to feel like something good.
“That’s right, love.” Dante’s voice was rich like the honey that sometimes dripped from beehives in summertime. “Relax. Take what I give you.”
His hand came down again, slapping a fleshy part of her ass. This time his hand stayed there, smoothing the hurt. The pain sank in, and she felt a different ache begin.
“Shit, Kaja baby, I can smell you. You’re getting wet.” His fingers delved into the crease of her ass. Kaja moaned at the touch. “You’re getting wet and ready to get fucked.”
It did seem that way. She couldn’t control her response.
Dante slapped at her ass, harder this time. “You’re not getting it right now, Kaja. Not until you apologize sweetly and promise to never do it again.”
His fingers ran down the seam of her ass, and she felt a gentle touch to her pussy. It made her wiggle and writhe.
Another smack. This one echoed through the small cave. “No moving. This is my time.”
His time? It felt like her time. She struggled to breathe as he played with her. His fingers burrowed into her pussy, first one, and then two. He traced all of her female parts. Kaja could feel herself getting very wet. The juice seemed to come from somewhere deep inside. That place inside was demanding more, but Kaja held still. The First wanted her to remain still, to let him…play.
She liked to play.
“Fuck, you’re so creamy and ready.” Dante groaned as he slid a finger inside her. Fucking. He’d called it fucking. He was doing it with his finger, but she could feel the hard line of his cock poking at her belly. It throbbed beneath her, yet still he played. “Tell me you wan
t this, Kaj.”
She liked when he called her Kaj. It seemed so sweet and familiar. It was something no one else had ever called her. No one had ever said her name, much less given her a sweet, secret name. “I want this.”
She wasn’t sure she wanted to want it, though. It would only make things harder, but she couldn’t deny herself this pleasure. Her heart, it seemed, was as foolish as the pack had said she herself was. Her heart simply wanted. Her mind could see the ache coming, but her heart demanded what would surely hurt her in the end.
But at least, just once, she would pretend to be loved.
Dante spread his knees apart and moved her between his legs. She found herself on the sand beneath him, looking up into his eyes. She held on to his knees to find her balance.
“Kaja, you know how I put my mouth on your pussy?” Dante’s hands were restlessly stirring up her hair.
She glanced down. His cock was thick and almost purple in the dim light. She stared at it, struck by its odd beauty. She had seen male parts before, but Dante’s seemed lovely and graceful, where the others had been blunt and ugly to her. She tentatively brought her hand up to touch it.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” Dante murmured. “Touch me.”
Kaja let her fingers trace the line of his cock. It was soft. She’d expected roughness, but the skin was silky and smooth. Her hand played around the stalk. She could get her hand to close around it, but just barely. She could put both hands around it, but the head still rose well above her fists. The smooth stalk bulged into a thick bulbous head. She watched, utterly fascinated, as a drop of white, thick fluid seeped from the head.
He wanted her to taste him. He had tasted her over and over the night before. Now he wanted to share that piece of himself with her. Emotion threatened to choke Kaja. No wolf would ever allow her to do this. They would never offer. They would know she would bite them, but Dante asked her to take his essence deep inside her—into her pussy and her mouth.
She leaned forward and breathed in his scent. He smelled clean, but there was a divine musky scent that made her want to huddle close to him. She allowed her tongue to come out, and she gently licked the drop seeping from his cock.
He tasted salty. It coated her tongue, and the minute she’d lapped the first drop up, another had taken its place.
“What is this called?” Kaja asked. The word did not slip into her mind the way some did.
Dante stared down at her, his face tight. “Cum, love. It’s called cum, though technically this is pre-cum. Now stop playing with me. I want your mouth on my cock. I want you to take it in your mouth.”
It did not look like it would fit into her mouth.
