Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“Sounds fucked up,” she moans as I slide my finger in and out of her tight ass. I want her to relax a little, loosen up so when I fuck this little hole she’s not in too much pain.
“It’s not fucked up. You’re showing all the signs of a shifter who is about to embrace her animal self. You’re being reckless. You’re following instincts instead of sense. You’re rebelling against authority in all its forms. The cops, my father, and me. I won’t have it.”
She squirms in place and tries to evade my finger, but I don’t allow it. She needs this. She needs to be thoroughly dominated after all that has happened. She no doubt thinks she is the most dangerous, domineering little wretch ever to exist. Her actions have shown that she has no respect for anything—not herself, not the concept of life, not anyone else. I need to get her all the way under control.
I pull my finger out of her ass, pin her in place, and snake her hands behind her back, pressing her face down into the hotel coverlet.
“Hold your ass open for me,” I order.
“No,” she refuses.
I don’t tell her twice. I take her refusal as her begging for me to teach her a lesson.
I spread her cheeks myself and I slide my cock deep inside her ass. She’s tight, and it’s not a swift entrance. I feel her heat and her tightness, and I hear her little whimpers that she can’t resist.
“Ow,” she protests.
“Relax,” I say. “Take a deep breath and work on letting me in. I’m going to fuck your ass, baby. I’m going to fuck it nice and deep and hard.”
The mood has already shifted as she tries to take my cock. I’m not hearing anymore smartass remarks. She’s gone post-verbal, sticking to moans and grunts and other little sounds that are so satisfying to hear.
Her ass feels so incredibly good. Hot, tight, and deserving of a good hard fucking. This is an immensely satisfying punishment for me. I pin her down and I wrap myself around her, and I take her long and deep, until I forget that it’s about teaching her a lesson and focus on the sheer pleasure I’m experiencing.
“You’re going to do as I say,” I growl in her pretty ear as her sweat-soaked body writhes against mine. She’s been getting herself into a mess with all this running around and murder. She needs a bath. I’ll give her one after this, clean her off, be tender with her, show her that after punishment there is some kind of pleasure and satisfaction.
She makes a little moan, but doesn’t agree or disagree.
“And it’s not because you’re less than me,” I say, barely able to speak as her ass squeezes my cock reflexively. “It’s because I’m your mate, I’m your leader, and I want to protect you in every way. Even from yourself.”
I thrust deep inside her and hold myself there. “Mostly from yourself, knowing you,” I correct myself.
She lets out a sound that is halfway between a moan and a giggle. I’m slowing this down with the talking, making our minds work as well as our bodies, but I don’t want this to just be a rough fuck that she won’t really learn from. I am trying to make a point, one she might remember. I have to get through to this girl one way or another.
“Do you understand?” I pull out almost all the way to the tip of my cock and hold her open there, never letting her tight ass rest, keeping her in use. Whether she gives me the answer I want or not, she won’t be able to avoid the fact that she is being thoroughly dominated.
“Yes,” she moans. “I know. You’re a big, bad wolf, and I’m… probably a big, bad wolf too…”
“You might be, one day soon, but it doesn’t matter how big or how bad you get. I’m always going to come for you, and I am always going to find you. You know that, right?” I use my grip on the back of her neck and turn her head to the side so I can make eye contact with her. “I know you were scared when you were taken, and I know you did some things that probably scare you now that you think about the fact you did them. But I came for you. I will always, always come for you.”
A little tear leaks out of her eye. I did not expect such a display of emotion. I thought she might make some kind of moaning sound or maybe a smartass comment, but my words must have found whatever soft part of her still remains. My Callie is still in there. The girl who spent years collating as much data as she could on wolves, who let a paper practically run itself so she could pursue what really mattered to her, the one who was so determined and yet delightfully innocent. She is tearing up because she feels the emotion and returns it.