Total pages in book: 193
Estimated words: 184001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 920(@200wpm)___ 736(@250wpm)___ 613(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 920(@200wpm)___ 736(@250wpm)___ 613(@300wpm)
“And you’re deflecting. I’m done talking about Tyler Westbrook. Take off your fucking panties.”
“What if I say no?”
“Unless you use your safe word, that means nothing to me, wolf.” We wait for her to use it and safe out, but she doesn’t. “Good girl. Now take off your panties.”
Aurelia looks like she wants to argue, but one look from Thorin and she thinks better of it before reaching under the T-shirt she’s wearing. She hesitates long enough to meet each of our gazes before realizing that none of us is coming to her rescue. Not even Zeke is as detached as he needs to be. With no way out, Aurelia finally curls her fingers around the waistband and pushes the cheap green lace down her thighs.
The shirt falls back into place with the hem resting just past the bottom curve of her ass, so I step forward and relieve her of the shirt entirely, until she’s standing naked in the middle of the circle we make.
“Get on the table,” I whisper in her ear.
“You’re a jerk,” she whispers back, and I smile.
I go to take a seat on the sofa while Aurelia tiptoes closer to the table, closer to where Zeke is sitting. When she tries to bypass him, I lift my leg, resting my foot on the coffee table so that she can’t pass, and I smirk when Aurelia shoots me a look of betrayal.
Thorin is already blocking the other side, so Aurelia realizes with a tormented whimper that she has no choice but to stand between Zeke’s spread legs.
She doesn’t meet his gaze as she moves into position, and Zeke doesn’t move from what is inarguably the best seat in the house. Once she’s standing between the armchair and the table, Aurelia inhales another grounding breath before she slowly lowers her upper half.
Meanwhile, Zeke stops breathing at all.
Remembering what Aurelia revealed to me about her encounter with Bane a few days ago, I tear my gaze away from Aurelia to watch him carefully.
My gaze is drawn back to Aurelia once her hands are braced on the table and she stops.
I clear my throat.
Aurelia sucks her teeth and lifts the rest of her body onto the table, until she’s in position with her head down, ass up, and pussy spread for our perusal. I reach out and arrange her hair to fall over her shoulder so that it’s not in the way.
Zeke takes his time admiring her body. His gaze is fixed on the roundness of her ass and the dimpled imperfections on the back of her thighs that make her all the more perfect. Finally, his gaze drops to the puffy pink lips peeking out from between her thick thighs. His green eyes burn brighter as he traces the soft petals that are no doubt glistening with Aurelia’s dew.
“Zeke,” Thorin says while holding out the switch without looking away from Aurelia. “You’re up.”
Both Zeke and Aurelia stiffen, but neither of them move or say a word in refusal. Aurelia exhales a harsh breath like she’s shedding the need to run while Zeke curls his fingers into the arm as if he needs to anchor himself to it.
None of us move or speak as we wait for Zeke to decide if he wants to be a part of this or not. And not just the spanking but everything that it will entail.
Slowly, Zeke reaches out and accepts the branch from Thorin.
Even slower still, he runs his fingers over the length, checking for anything that might damage her permanently. No doubt Thorin would have already ensured he found the smoothest branch for this task, but neither of us blame Zeke for double-checking.
Aurelia is precious to us all.
Satisfied with Thorin’s choice, Zeke rises from his seat. Either hearing him or feeling Zeke closing in, Aurelia mutters something unintelligible.
Thorin steps forward and whispers something in his ear that I can’t hear, but whatever he says helps to chase away the doubt and uncertainty plaguing Zeke’s expression.
“Aurelia?” Thorin calls out.
“Yes?”
“This is going to sting,” he warns her. “Under no circumstance will you reach back to try to grab the branch. You’ll only hurt yourself further, and that will hurt us.” Nod if you understand. Aurelia’s lips part to speak, so he quickly adds, “Oh, and you will not make a sound unless it’s your safe words leaving those pretty lips.”
Aurelia mutters a curse, nods, and then falls silent.
Zeke doesn’t deliver the first strike immediately, choosing instead to run the branch over her back, down her spine, and across her ass until he reaches her thighs.
The stretch of skin where her ass and thighs meet is where he decides to strike first.
Aurelia, forgetting Thorin’s rule, yelps in surprise.
The second strike comes faster than the first in retaliation, and Aurelia does a better job of smothering the sound. The three of us purr our approval. The praise causes Aurelia to unconsciously arch her back and stick out her ass even farther.