Chapter 5 Morwyn #2
“I mean, you help a girl out, you drain yourself dry, you handfeed her in bed, and what?” He scoffed, pushed upright, and kicked my office door closed behind him before stalking into my personal space like he owned it.
His clean, masculine scent hit me next, conjuring images of the way he’d rutted inside me and growled as he’d come.
I ignored my pounding heart. “She takes off like it meant nothing.”
I took a deep inhale and licked my lips, preparing myself to be strong.
I have to be strong.
We can’t do this.
I can’t do this.
“That’s because it did.” I turned to face him and tilted my chin up to look him in the eyes. “It was the heat, right? Just instinct. Science. Biology.”
His gaze hardened, and a little muscle in the back of his jaw twitched.
“I’m sure I’ll bleed in a few days, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I’m not.” He reached up to brush a stray curl behind my ear, and my entire body reacted to the ghost of his fingertips on my cheek. I shivered and clenched my thighs together to squelch the pressure building there at the memory of how tender his touch could be.
“Oh, so you’re ready to give up your wild nights for a screaming infant?” I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
He grabbed my cheek to stop me, forcing me to look at him again.
“What are you doing in the infirmary?” His deep tone demanded an answer, and the wolf inside me perked her ears up, both intrigued and threatened by the reprimand.
“Working,” I said, trying to wrench my head out of his grasp.
He slid his grip to cup my jaw, his thumb on one side, his fingers on the other, his hold tight enough to mean business without hurting me. He leaned on my desk with a hand just in front of me.
“You just went through a three-day heat,” he said. “You need to rest.”
“I need to sign off on these charts.” I furrowed my brows. Why was he acting like this? The surge of magic was over, long since dissipated. He shouldn’t be in the throes of his baser impulses anymore. He had no reason to be in my office, barking commands.
“See, this is your problem,” he said. “You’re too busy taking care of anyone else to realize when you need something.”
I balked and curled my fingers into fists, the judgment made even more insulting because it was true.
“I’m fine,” I snapped. “I’ve been fine for thirty years. I don’t need you—”
“What you need is someone to tell you when you’re being a stubborn brat,” he said.
Brat?
I sputtered for a response. No one had ever talked to me like this, and I didn’t know if it was the last seventy-two hours or the sheer audacity that gave him this perceived permission. He took advantage of my shock by filling the silence with more debauched commentary.
“I ought to bend you over this desk and spank you for every minute you spent in this God-forsaken space rather than taking care of yourself.”
The mental image made me freeze: his hand at the back of my neck, my trousers around my ankles, my bare ass in the air, his palm landing hard on my fleshy skin, the red imprints left behind, the way I’d drip for him.
My legs squeezed together on their own, and a soft moan squeaked out of my throat before I could swallow it. The earthy, feminine aroma of my arousal wafted up between us, and I shuddered, knowing he would smell it.
He twisted his lips into that wicked grin that had always made my knees weak.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He drew in a long, slow inhale through his nose. “You naughty little wolf.”
“Fen—” I’d meant to sound chastising, perhaps get him to back off, but it came out like a plea, and I reached between us to wrap my fingers in his shirt, tightening the fabric hard enough to pull him closer.
Never had my mind, my body, and my wolf been in more disagreement about who and what he was.
Logically, I knew I was just a fling to him, just another notch on his bedpost, and once he got bored, he’d leave me in the dust like all the other people before me.
But my body rebelled. It remembered how good he’d made me feel, how warm and safe he’d kept me in my most fragile state.
And my wolf, she howled at his dominance.
There was no one else in the pack capable of saying such filthy words and soliciting this reaction.
“Oh, I know, little wolf.” He leaned down to drag his nose across my forehead.
This close to his neck, the delicious notes of cinnamon and aroused male and territorial wolf slid through my airways and into my lungs.
I shook harder, unable to hide his effect on me.
I wanted what he described. I wanted him to do those recklessly decadent things to me, and more, I didn’t care about the consequences.
This would be a mistake. Future Wyn would hate me for it. But the version of me in my office with him didn’t care.
He pressed his mouth close to my ear and whispered, “Be a good girl and stand up, drop your pants, and put your elbows on the desk.”
For a few moments, I couldn’t move. My mind struggled to come up with a response. I should have shoved him away. I should have commanded him to leave my office. But every molecule in me responded to his words, his tone, his voice.
I took a deep breath, stood, unbuttoned my trousers, and pushed them down to my ankles.
He grinned and stepped back while I leaned over my desk, placing my palms on the cool wood.
My stomach tensed as he moved closer, heat radiating off him in contrast to the cool air on my legs.
Fen hummed appreciatively and touched the curve of my ass, his fingers reverent and gentle, almost like he was touching a skittish horse.
I hung my head. Shame warred with excitement as another burst of my scent floated up from between my legs. I’d never done this before. I’d never submitted myself to the whims of a dominant shifter, and now that I had, I couldn’t contain the thrill of being so on display.
“You deserve sixty good swats.” He gripped my ass harder, digging his nails into my skin, but it didn’t hurt. No, I arched my hips into him, begging for more. “But since you’re being so good for me right now, I’ll lower it to twenty.”
I whimpered and pushed back on his palm, practically preening for him.
“And Wyn,” he whispered close to my ear, “don’t make a noise. The walls are soundproof, but not infallible.”
I knew that. I had white noise machines and extra insulation because conversations in my office were often sensitive. But I never thought that would come in handy for this.
He put one hand on the back of my neck and grabbed the waist of my underwear to yank it up, squeezing the cotton between my cheeks and exposing my skin.
“Such a beautiful ass,” he murmured, but before I could react to that, the cool brush of air told me he’d raised his palm behind me. When it landed with a smack against my skin, I jolted forward, and my hips pressed into the edge of my desk. But it wasn’t hard. It didn’t even hurt.
I looked over my shoulder and raised an eyebrow. “That’s all you’ve got? I thought this was supposed to punish me.”
His wolfish smile widened, and he tongued a rapidly growing canine. “Such a smart mouth on you.”
The next one landed with a thwack that forced my eyes closed and a groan from my lungs.
Yes. More of that. More.
“You never listen.” He brought his hand down on the other side, a sharp sting rattling up my spine and down my legs. But that only made me wetter.
I shivered against the chill of my slick coating the insides of my thighs. My panties stuck to me. My toes curled, pushing me up on the balls of my feet, and my palms squeaked against the mahogany desk as I tried to hold myself still.
“What’s it going to take to get you to understand?
” Three more spanks landed in quick succession on either side of my rear, and the ache turned into a fiery brand that both soothed and tormented me.
Just when I thought I’d sob, he brought his hand down between my legs and rubbed over my clit.
I sighed, sparks of euphoria shooting through my body.
“If you don’t take care of yourself, you aren’t fit to take care of anyone else.
” Fenris’s skill and authority over my body stopped my spinning thoughts.
For the first time in my life, my mind was blissfully silent.
All I had to do was listen to him. I just needed to lie here and accept whatever he gave me.
A small voice in my head asked if I trusted him enough for that.
He’d never acted like this toward me before, and as far as I knew, he’d never been this serious about anyone else. What made me think I was any different?
But I pushed that away. In this moment, the only thing that mattered was the way his skilled palm massaged away my worries. I sank on the desk, my arms finally giving out on me, the wood a relief to my overheated face.
“Say it,” he said. “Tell me you’re worth being cared for.”
“I’m worth it,” I muttered, rocking my pelvis back on his hand, the dam inside me threatening to burst. Maybe it was the last little bit of my heat lingering well after it should have died, but I was already close to climax, and he hadn’t even removed my underwear.
“Hmm, not convincing enough.” He pulled his hand away, and the cold atmosphere rushed into the void he’d left. I nearly cried, but I stifled that reaction when he picked up his spanking again. The fire turned to scalding heat, each fleshy slap another reality check.
Maybe he’s right.
Maybe he has a point.
Maybe I work too much. Do too much.
But if not me…who?
Who would look after the pack? Who would save them?
“Stop thinking,” he said with another resounding smack. “Just feel.”
I would typically never bow to a dominant wolf. It was what made me the healer. I existed outside of the pack’s hierarchy. I didn’t even have to listen to the alpha. But the command in his voice reached down inside me to yank at strings I didn’t even know I had.