Chapter 32
Juliet
Evening settled like a second skin, clinging close as I stood naked in the room that promised both pain and redemption.
I waited by the door, wearing the satin robe from the night of my first shift and nothing else, as he’d instructed.
My breath was loud in the hush, a stark contrast to the slow, insistent beat of my heart.
Shadows leaped on the walls, dark specters in amber light, while a mirror flung my image back at me—stripped of pretense, as raw and vulnerable as I’d ever been.
A low table held what was left unsaid, scattered tokens of surrender and trust in the form of leather cuffs and silent promises.
The tension was thrilling and familiar. It coiled tight beneath my skin and sang a song of need so sharp I couldn’t draw breath without feeling it.
I savored it. Leaned into it. And then he was there, and the very air shifted with his presence.
His eyes, bluer and more electric than I’d ever seen, locked onto mine and set every nerve ending on fire.
He closed the distance between us with the quiet assurance of a man who knew exactly what we both needed.
His heat was a tangible thing, radiating through the room and melting the last of my restraint.
“Juliet,” he murmured, the word a promise and a claim.
I trembled beneath his gaze, but the uncertainty of earlier weeks was gone. There was nothing left but raw, urgent want. “I’m ready,” I breathed, and it was as much a plea as a declaration.
“Turn around, mate.”
My breath caught as his fingers grazed my back as he gently braided my hair. He expertly added an elastic to tie it off. He then reached around and loosened my robe and slid it from my shoulders.
“Exquisite.” His breath was on my neck.
Still standing at my back, he placed his rough hands on my shoulders.
“I don’t know your limits, Little Wolf, so we will use the traffic light system.
Green if everything is fine. Yellow if you’re feeling unsure but want to continue.
Red is full stop. If you use the word red, I will stop what I’m doing and we will not go back to it.
So, be sure you mean red and not yellow. Do you understand?”
I nodded.
Bronc swatted my rear, and not gently either. “Words, Juliet. Do you understand the traffic light system?”
“Yes.”
Another thing he continued. “You will address me as Alpha in this room. Do you understand?”
I could feel moisture growing between my legs. “Yes, Alpha.”
“Good Little Wolf.”
His praise made my stomach give a little flip.
“Look around this room. You can see there are several pieces of equipment that I will use on you, Juliet. If we go toward something that causes hesitation, use your colors.”
There was only one thing in this room I wanted to avoid. He had one of those cross things.
“May I speak, Alpha?”
He tipped my face to his and gently kissed my lips. “Yes, my love. You may speak.”
I pointed to the big X. “That. I don’t want to use that. I’d rather never see that. If you don’t mind. Alpha.”
He left my side and walked past me. I just noticed he was wearing only a pair of tattered jeans that sat low on his hips and nothing else. His broad muscular chest and arms covered in ink made me want to do unspeakable things to him. God that man.
He then took the X that had wheels, wheeled it into a large closet and closed the door. He came back to me and gave me another sweet kiss.
“You’ll never have to see that again.”
“Thank you, Alpha.”
As no-nonsense as ever, he continued.
“Let’s get started. Give me your hand, mate.”
He led me to a long padded bench with four lower areas that were also padded.
“Climb onto the spanking bench on your stomach, Juliet.” My knees and elbows settled on the lower padded areas. Bronc maneuvered me until my butt was just off the back edge. Then he secured my thighs and arms to the bench with leather straps.
“How does that feel, Little Wolf?”
“Green Alpha.”
I shivered with anticipation as his hand ran up my back.
I could feel the bruises forming on my wrists from where he’d tied me down to the bench, leather biting into my skin like a lover’s desperate grip. My heart was pounding like a war drum, my breath coming in shallow gasps as he stood behind me, his presence heavy and commanding.
“You’ve been such a good girl waiting all day for your Alpha,” he growled, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel the heat of his body radiating against my naked skin, the air thick with the promise of punishment.
He chose the riding crop with deliberate precision. It was beautifully embossed. I was certain it was going to bite when it hit flesh.
The first strike came without warning, a sharp crack that echoed through the room like a clap.
I gasped, my body jerking against the restraints as the pain bloomed across my lower back, hot and electric.
He didn’t let up. Over and over again, the crop lashed my skin; the heat of each strike filled my body with both pain and pleasure.
“That’s it Little Wolf. Take what I give you,” he commanded. His growl somehow made my pussy clench tighter with need. “You’re doing so well, mate.”
He left no area untouched as he made his way to my tender thighs. I knew there would be welts, but I didn’t care. The feeling was too delicious. The burn curled deep, making me want more.
“Please,” I needed him to touch me, to make me come. “Please, Alpha.”
He teased me now as the crop grazed my clit, as he dragged it up and over my butt. I cried out as I tried to lift my hips from the bench.
Then he was on me, his hands spreading my ass cheeks wide as he buried his face between my legs.
His tongue was rough and demanding, lapping at my pussy like a man starved.
His tongue cooled the heat that had gathered.
I was teetering on the edge. He flattened his tongue and pressed in, adding just the right amount of pressure I needed, and I quickly detonated.
“Alpha!” My body jerked and shuddered in the wake of the orgasm that he had pulled from me.
Suddenly, he released my restraints and lifted me from the spanking bench, like I was nothing more than a rag doll, his hands firm and unyielding.
My backside throbbed from the welts he’d left with the crop.
My body was still humming from the orgasm he’d wrung out of me with his tongue.
But I wasn’t done. Neither was he. His eyes burned with a heat that made my stomach clench as he carried me across the room to the large wrought-iron bed in the corner of the room, his muscles flexing under my weight.
He laid me down on the soft sheets, his gaze never leaving mine, and I could see the hunger in those blue depths, the raw need that matched my own. “You’re mine, Juliet,” he growled, his voice low and rough. “Every inch of you.”
Trying to catch my breath, I could only nod as he stripped off his jeans. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, the head glistening with pre-cum. I ached to taste him. I wanted every inch of him to fill my mouth, needing to feel him in every way possible.
That was clearly not Bronc’s plan. He pinned my wrists above my head with one hand. “Stay still,” he commanded. “Tonight’s not about what you want. It’s about what I’m going to give you.”
I whimpered, my body trembling with anticipation as he reached for the leather cuffs that were draped over the bedpost. He secured my wrists in them, the leather soft against my skin but unyielding, as I tested them, feeling the bite of restraint.
My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel my pussy clenching, even more wet and ready for him.
Bronc stepped back, his eyes raking over my body like he was memorizing every curve, every mark he’d left on me. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmured, running a hand down my side, his fingers brushing over the edges of the welts he’d left. “Laid out for me. Helpless. Mine.”
I moaned, arching into his touch, but he just smirked and stepped away, leaving me wanting. He moved to the foot of the bed and grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wide cuffing them to the bedposts as well. I was utterly at his mercy, and the thought sent a jolt of heat straight to my core.
He climbed onto the bed between my legs, his hands sliding up my thighs. His touch was electric, the pleasure of it everything. “You ready for me, mate?” he asked, his voice low.
“Yes, Alpha,” I whispered, needing him to touch me already.
He leaned down, his breath hot against my neck as he licked the spot where his claiming mark had been destroyed. “Good girl,” he murmured, his teeth grazing my skin, just hard enough to make me gasp. “Now let me remind you who you belong to.”
His hands moved to my pussy, his fingers sliding through my wetness, teasing my clit until I was writhing beneath him, begging for more. “Please,” I whimpered, my hips bucking as he circled my clit with slow, deliberate strokes. “Please, Alpha.”
Bronc chuckled, the sound dark and possessive, and then he pushed two fingers inside me, stretching me, filling me just enough to make me cry out.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he growled, his fingers curling inside me, hitting that sweet spot that made my vision blur. “You want my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped, my body shaking with need. “Please, Alpha. I need you.”
“You’ll get it,” he promised, his voice rough with lust. “But not yet.”
He pulled his fingers out of me, and I moaned at the loss, but then he was moving down my body, his hands spreading my thighs even wider as he buried his face between my legs.
His tongue was relentless, licking and sucking at my clit until I was screaming his name, my body trembling on the edge of another orgasm.
But he wasn’t done. He slid a moistened finger into my ass.
The unexpected intrusion made me gasp as he pushed deeper, stretching me in a way that sent pleasure shooting through me.
His tongue never stopped working my clit, and when he added a second finger, I shattered, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.
I was still coming down when he moved up my body, his cock pressing against my entrance. He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine as he whispered, “You ready for me now?”
“Yes, Alpha, yes,” I breathed, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
He entered me in one slow thrust, filling me completely, stretching me. I cried out, my nails digging into my palms as he buried himself balls deep.
He groaned, his head dropping to my shoulder as he bottomed out, his hips pressing against mine. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “Every time it’s like coming home.”
He pulled back and thrust into me again. He knew my body so well. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he fucked me. His cock hit so deep I swear I could see stars.
“No one will ever take you from me again,” he growled, his voice low and possessive. “You are my mate. My Luna. And I’ll never let you go.”
I felt his knot swelling at the base of his cock, stretching me even more as he pushed into me harder, faster. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as I felt myself falling apart around him.
And then he bit me.
His teeth sank into the flesh of my neck, right over the spot where Harrison had destroyed his original bite. I screamed as pleasure and pain exploded through me. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, tearing through me with such intensity that I thought I might pass out.
Bronc’s knot locked inside me as he came, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his cum. He groaned against my neck, his teeth still buried in my skin as he held me close. Our bodies joined in every way possible.
When he finally pulled back, his lips were stained with blood, and I could feel his claiming mark burning into my skin. He leaned down and kissed me hard, his tongue sliding into my mouth, and I tasted my blood on his lips.
“You’re mine now, as it always should be,” he growled against my lips. “Forever.”
I could feel our bond snap into place, stronger than ever before, and then I felt her—my wolf. She stirred inside me, awake and alive for the first time in weeks, and I gasped as her presence filled me.
Bronc smiled down at me, his eyes soft with love as he brushed a strand of hair from my face. “Welcome back, Little Wolf,” he murmured.
I could feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as I felt the throb of his claiming mark on my neck. “I’m yours,” I whispered. “Always.”
He kissed me again, slow and deep, and then pulled back to look at me with a smirk. “Now it’s your turn,” he said as he undid my restraints.
I sat up slowly, feeling the weight of his knot still inside me as he maneuvered me until I straddled him. My hands brushed over the smooth skin of his neck as I leaned down and sank my teeth into him, claiming him just as he had claimed me.
He groaned beneath me, his hands gripping my hips as I bit down harder, marking him as mine. Our bond flared to life again, stronger than ever before, and I could feel our wolves intertwining inside us.
When I finally pulled back, I could see the love and pride shining in his eyes as he reached up to touch the mark I’d left on him. “You’re mine,” he whispered.
“And you’re mine,” I replied.
Our lips met again in a kiss that was filled with promise and love, as we lay there together, our bodies still joined by his knot.
The bond of Alpha and Luna flowed throughout the pack, and in the distance I could hear the song of wolves rise in the night air.