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“Please, Caelum,” I tried, thinking maybe the route of begging would earn me more favor than the combative one I’d attempted before.
“Are you getting the message, Kaci?” he asked, punctuating every word with a hard slap to my upper thighs that left me squirming and squealing from the burning sting. It hurt far more than I cared to admit, and I was just trying to hold on for a while longer until it was over.
“I get it. You’re the alpha!” I wailed.
“Not just any alpha, Kaci.Youralpha,” he corrected, and my pussy clenched hard as his hand peppered my backside.
My whole existence became a stinging world of pain that seemed never-ending. As he paddled from the tops of my cheeks down to the middle of my thighs, I whimpered, the fiery pain building far more quickly than I’d thought possible.
“Yes,Alpha!” I yelped, biting my lip as a particularly burning strike scalded across the backs of my thighs.
Somehow, the spanking grew even more intense after that, and there was nothing for me to do other than to just take it. A wail escaped my throat, and I blinked hard, trying to hold back a sob. Several hard punishing slaps scalded the lower curve where my ass met my thighs.
“I’m sorry!” I cried out.
I was so close to tears that it was getting difficult to stop them.
Then, without warning, the punishment stopped. His fingers flitted across my burning flesh, slow and steady and irresistibly teasing. The gentle caress was in stark contrast to his firm hand. He relaxed his hold on me, lifting his leg off the backs of mine and pulling away the hand that had once pinned me over his knee. For a long moment, I just breathed and chewed on my lower lip, wallowing in the fact that I had just had my bottom spanked like a naughty little girl.
The longer I laid there, the more the sting faded and the more my body began to come alive.
I pressed my thighs together, blushing hotly when I realized how much of my arousal coated them. I closed my eyes as a single droplet rolled down my inner thigh, and then I gasped in horror as he reached down with his fingertips and caught it.
My breath caught in the back of my throat, and a feverish heat spread throughout my every limb. My fingers tingled, and my toes curled. The tender caress of his touch drove twisting spirals of desire though me, and I had a difficult time keeping still, especially as his fingertips flitted closer and closer to the apex of my thighs. I closed my eyes and tried to will it away, but nothing I could do or think of stopped the raging storm of desire welling inside of me.
He stood up and gently turned me upright, so my toes brushed against the floor. I stood on unsteady legs, staring up into his eyes and trying to figure out what came next.
As the tension between us grew, it became undeniable—the pull, the yearning, the mate bond that bound us. In that moment, with our eyes locked in a passionate struggle, I could no longer deny the longing that coursed through my veins.
I wanted to yell at him for punishing me. I wanted to kick him in the nuts and punch him in the chest and tell him exactly where he could stick it, but I did none of those things.
Instead, I leaned in, closing the gap between us, and our lips met in a searing kiss of final surrender. This time, I kissed him first.
His arms swept around me, cupping my bottom, and pressing me up against him. His cock was rock hard.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me. I can’t keep my hands off you,” he growled, and my stomach tumbled in on itself with nervous arousal. I breathed, struggling to keep my intensifying desire under wraps as his control started to waver. I saw it; it was like seeing a statue come to life.
I should have run, but something forced my feet to remain rooted right where they were.
Caelum’s struggle was evident in every aspect of his being, his expression a mix of fervor and restraint. The muscles in his strong jaw tensed and flexed as he fought to maintain control, and his fingers, which had been so gentle and yet possessive, now trembled with the effort to restrain himself. His chest rose and fell with rapid, uneven breaths, and his body, so close to mine yet held back, exuded a palpable tension that was both enticing and torturous.
I bit my lip, meeting his gaze once more. “Then don’t,” I challenged him.
Then he went feral.
His blue eyes darkened into a metallic, silvery black as his hand fisted in the hair at the back of my scalp. I yelped as pain radiated across the back of my skull, but then I moaned as a fierce surge of pleasure spiked right to my core. My clit pulsed, the needy little bitch calling out for more. I wanted to ignore her, but I wasn’t thinking anymore.
Caelum wasn’t the only one listening to instinct. I was, too.
My lips crashed into his as his hands gripped my clothing. He tore through my shirt and my bra crumbled under his fingers like a sheet of paper. He wrapped an arm around my waist, lifted me off the ground, and jerked off my shoes, then my jeans and my panties.
He threw me on the bed, face down. I tried to crawl forward and escape the sudden unbridled movements of his mounting passion, but he grabbed my ankles and yanked me backwards until I was bent over the bed. His fingers pressed between my thighs, and he groaned with pleasure at what he found.
“Fucking hell, Kaci. You’re soaking wet,” he rumbled.
The reverberation of his voice rolled down my spine along with a droplet of sweat, and I fisted my hands into the bed.
Did I want this?
