Claimed (Bound Mates #2)

Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

A nya

I wake up and instantly know I am back in Russia. There is something about the cool air that hits me in a certain way, a scent in the air. My senses seem sharper than before. I mean even more sharp than they already were. The sheets feel extra slippery and smooth against my skin. Everything feels incredibly good this morning. The whole world is glistening with potential.

“You’re awake.”

Alexei steps into the bedroom and makes an obvious observation.

He is not only awake, it looks as though he has been awake for some time. He’s dressed, and a faint scent of fresh pine is clinging to him, suggesting he’s been for a walk. Interesting. Alexei’s not usually the type to go for early morning walks. He’s more of a breakfast and work sort of man. He likes to shift in the evenings and run with the pack then. I’ve been wanting to do that myself, but ever since the first shift, which hurt like hell, I’ve been reluctant to do it again.

Until yesterday, of course. The memories of yesterday are just starting to filter through my mind. There are flashes of a bar, a house, of blood. I was a busy girl, wasn’t I.

“Morning.” I smile at my alpha.

As I meet his gaze, I notice he’s very, very angry. It is coming off him in waves, even though he’s very contained.

“Are you mad at me?”

“Am I mad at you?” He repeats the question in a slow, incredulous tone. “Yes, Anya, I am angry at you. You left the restaurant, got drunk, and murdered two men, and a…”

“Only because they tried to touch me,” I say, interrupting him before he can give a full litany of my sins. “It was self-defense.”

He pauses for a moment, and I watch his expression shift as he tries to take all of that in.

“I did get drunk,” I admit. “And they carried me off and tried to… so I killed them.”

He sighs, understanding against his will. “You didn’t just kill them. You ate them. All of them.”

I look at him under my lashes. “Are we not supposed to do that?”

He looks at me, and for a brief moment a smile breaks through. “You are quite something,” he says. “But no, we are not supposed to do that. Human flesh is taboo for most wolves naturally.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

He laughs, a short sound, and picks something up from one of the many side tables and surfaces in this room. He’s now holding a thick paddle in his hand, leather I think, but intimidating in appearance. I know he’s going to spank me with it. I know he’s going to do that and a whole lot of other things. I’m smelling more than anger now. There’s arousal in the air.

The realization makes my stomach do little flips of excitement. This is going to hurt, but maybe I want it to. I knew when I ran out of the restaurant, I was inviting trouble. I think I wanted this response. I think I was tired of being his good little mate. I wanted to be bad, and he has always known how to handle me when I am bad.

“You will never run from me again, Anya,” he says, approaching me sternly.

“I won’t?” I try to stop myself from grinning, but it is practically impossible.

I know that this is bad. I know that I am in trouble. But I don’t know… something changed inside me that day in Prague. I feel stronger. I did what I wanted to do. I defended myself. I turned people who were trying to victimize me into my victims.

“I’m not sorry for what I did to them,” I say. “But I am sorry for the first part. I should have asked.”

“Asked? To leave lunch and go and get drunk?”

“Yes,” I nod. “Or not asked, maybe.”

“Because that is obviously unacceptable…”

“I should have told you I was going to get a drink somewhere more interesting.”

“That’s it,” he says, growling at me. “Turn over, present your ass. You’ll soon learn to be respectful when you’re in trouble. I don’t want attitude right now, Anya. I want you to be sorry.”

“But I’m not sorry. I mean, I am, but I’m also kind of not. First of all, I didn’t need to be rescued. I saved myself. Easily. It wasn’t even hard. I’m a fucking wolf, Alexei. I can kill things.”

“Yes, and other things can kill you,” he reminds me, glowering at me for the attitude I know he doesn’t appreciate. “When I discipline you, you won’t take that tone with me. Understand? You’ll submit, like you’re supposed to.”

“Haven’t you worked it out yet? I don’t do anything I am supposed to.”

“You will once I am done with you.”

He puts the paddle down and picks up a rod of some kind, a sort of short cane. It’s black and looks like it’s going to hurt. I know it’s way too late to ask him not to punish me. I’ve been practically begging him to hurt me, I guess, pushing his buttons, refusing to just apologize.

The truth is, I am proud of myself. I did defend myself. I did save myself. I don’t need to be treated like some kind of weak little pup. I am dangerous as hell in my own right.

Alexei grabs me by the back of the neck, pins me down on the bed, and starts whipping my ass. The second the first stroke lands on my skin, I realize that I have fucked up kind of spectacularly. It hurts like hell; even I, a big bad she-wolf, don’t have thick enough skin to soak up this punishment.

I start yowling almost immediately, because being thrashed by my mate is not the same as being drunk and in wolf form and just going feral on some vampires or whatever. This feels like being a very soft, very sore, very kind of sorry human girl being spanked by someone old enough to be her father.

Sometimes I like that Alexei is older than me. Other times it just serves to make me feel small and vulnerable and a little like I’m making a lot of mistakes. This is one of those times.

“You think you’re untouchable now, huh?” He makes the switch dance across my ass again, multiple times in quick succession; every single time it lands it burns badly enough to make me shriek in pain.

“You’re not untouchable. You’re not a big, bad wolf,” he growls down at me. “You’re my mate. You’re my female. And you will submit to me.”

I howl as he intensifies the punishment even more, hoping he’ll stop, but he shows no mercy whatsoever.

Alexei

She needs this.

Her pretty ass is covered in blushing red marks, and there are many more to come. I have no intention of letting this lesson go unlearned.

She is full of herself. A lot of newly shifted females are. The power that comes from being suddenly able to do real damage is a heady thing. She is far from the first she-wolf to take revenge in her wolf form. It’s practically a rite of passage. What’s surprising about what Anya did is eating them. Killing men who wronged them? Very normal. Eating them? Not normal.

I’ve decided not to put too much emphasis on the latter part. It is making some of the pack who know about it freak out, and she’s been told it’s not what we do. I’m putting it down to a newbie mistake.

“I’m sorry!” She wails the apology, and I can hear in her voice that she means it. I’ve stripped away the ego and found the soft, small part of her that knows very well she will never be allowed to disobey me that way. I will punish her for disobedience, and for putting herself in danger.

“You could have been violated and killed,” I remind her. “You could have been too drunk to shift. You could have been the body I found in that room.”

Saying those things reignites my resolve. It is all true. She put herself in danger for no reason at all but to rebel against me. And having rebelled and run away, she didn’t do something harmless, like take my credit card and go shopping. She got blind drunk and carried away by two strangers.

“You were beyond reckless. Do you want to be hurt, Anya? Is that what you need?”

“Yes!” She shrieks the word as the lash lands right between her ass and her thighs.

“Yes?” I pause, assuming she has said the wrong word in her desperation to avoid further punishment.

“Yeah,” she sobs against the bed. “I want it to hurt. Maybe if it hurts on the outside, it will stop hurting on the inside so much.”

Fuck. She is a little girl mourning her mother. I forget that sometimes. So much has happened. So much continues to happen. But I should not let the fact that she has lost so much leave my mind. She has lost, and even more has been taken from her. And is that not how the most frightening monsters are made?

I put the lash down. I can accomplish no more with it. Her skin is bright red and welted in places and I know she will be sore for quite some time to come. The punishment will have to suffice.

I lie down next to my sobbing mate, I gather her in my arms, and I hold her close.

“When I thought you were gone, I thought the sun had gone out with you,” I tell her. “I saw only shadows. Please, don’t ever make me feel that way again. I love you more than I love anything in this world. I cannot breathe without you.”

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers. Wrapped in my arms, she has already started to calm down. “I’m sorry I did that to you. I was thinking about myself. It was selfish.”

Something about her tears has aroused me. She’s so vulnerable. So soft. So ready and needing to be taken. My cock is rock hard for her, and there is no way she will be escaping without a good fucking to top off the lesson already learned. Sex can be a very instructive tool when used properly, calming and soothing and dominating, and…

I stop trying to justify the act inside my own mind, and instead I simply spread her legs and push inside her, spreading her open around my thick cock. She is tight, but wet and receptive. I know my little mate enjoys certain aspects of being punished. That is why she does not submit right away. She likes to feel my strength, and she likes the pain that comes with disobedience, too.

The sound she makes as I start to take her pussy is a mixture of arousal and relief. She needed this as much as I did. I have not been mating her enough. I have not given her enough cock to settle her down.

She needs this, a deep fucking, a proper claiming. She needs to know that I am in complete control of her, and that there’s nothing she can do that will make me abandon her.

“You are going to get a good, regular fucking,” I tell her, pinning her in place and making her take every inch of my cock. “You are going to be mated so completely you have no energy for misbehavior. Do you want to sneak out now, Anya? Hm? Do you want to go and act like a spoiled little girl?”

She moans and wails, groaning and gasping as she writhes around my cock, her tight pussy gripping me and stretching for me. She can’t form a word right now, and that is the point.

I keep her on her back, make her wriggle her hot ass against the sheets as I thrust deep inside her cunt, intending entirely on filling her all the way up to the brim and beyond. Looking down at her flushed face, her bright eyes, her expression of pleasure tinged with just the right amount of pain, I feel the most intense love I have ever felt for anybody.

She is my mate. The missing piece of my soul. She is mine, and losing her, even for a moment is a pain I do not think I can bear. I bury my cock deep inside her and kiss her thoroughly, keeping her in place as my dick soaks in her eager juices. Anya may not know how to submit in word or deed, she may not be an obedient mate, but her body knows how to submit sexually.

I pull out of her pussy and, keeping her pinned in place with one hand at the base of her throat, I spread her legs around my thighs, opening her up in a lewd, wide way. I know she was expecting me to come inside her, and I will do that soon, but first I want to make my point more.

I rub my fingers over her wet pussy, lift them away, then bring them back down again in a swift, sharp slap right to her mound, and then to her lips and then over her clit. Again and again I spank her naughty pussy, disciplining her in her most intimate place.

“You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you, Anya,” I growl down at her as she blushes and gasps and tries to wriggle away all to no avail. “You’re going to do as I say, aren’t you?”

“Mmmnngggh yes, of course, yes, Alexei, yes, my alpha…”

She is trying all sorts of combinations of words and such, but she does not know which one will work, which one will deliver her from this pussy punishment. The truth is there are no words to save her. I intend to spank her deserving little cunt until…

“Ohhh, ohhhhh, Alexei!”

There we go.

She starts to shake and truly writhe as an unexpected orgasm rushes through her, strummed and spanked out of her hungry clit by my relentless fingers. I could take mercy on her, but I do not. As she comes, I set my fingers to rubbing her clit hard and fast, overstimulating that little bud as she bucks and shrieks for mercy, clutching at my forearm with her hands.

I don’t stop. I make her come again and again. I use her orgasms against her, and when she thinks she can take no more, when she is a limp, sodden mess panting against the bed, that is when I mount her again and fuck her hard and deep.

Her pussy grips me with soaking desire, and it is not long before I am enjoying the same release, my cock swelling up inside her tight pussy, making it impossible for any of the seed I am delivering to her bare, unprotected womb to escape.

I pull her legs up as I come, almost to her shoulders. I spread her open and I go as far as I can go, delivering my load to the very core of her.

“Do you feel me deep inside you, little one? Do you feel how full you are of my cum?”

She is blushing deeply, entirely too weak to respond, but I get a little moaning mewl from her that I will have to take as an affirmative.

The lesson is learned with her pussy trapped and wrapped around my swollen cock, her ass marked and sore, and her cunt full of my cum.