Chapter 8 #5
He lets out a surprisingly high-pitched yelp, caught by surprise. He did not expect aggression from me. He thought I’d kneel in place and let him take me apart.
But I have a piece of him now in my mouth.
“Gods, mate,” he snarls. I feel him bristle and harden. I feel his hand at the back of my neck, gripping hard enough to pull me free.
“You are a savage little thing,” he says, inspecting me.
He has no idea what is inside me. He has no idea that I just revealed the very thing he’s trying to discover. There is blood where I bit.
“No biting,” he says. “Not like that, not the kind that draws blood.”
“Sorry,” I demur as he gets up.
“Stay on your knees,” he directs me, while calling for the doctor. He’ll need an antibiotic. Humans have filthy mouths. And even worse minds.
I stay on my knees, and I wait for the doctor to come up to the room.
There’s conversation outside the door, then they both come in. I start to get up, but Rex hits me with a curt:
“Stay.”
I feel two sets of male disapproval directed at me from behind as the doctor, with his black bag, begins his examination of Rex.
“She bit you rather harshly, sir,” the doctor says. “Might be worth giving you a prophylactic antibiotic shot to avoid it getting infected.”
* * *
Rex
There was fury in that bite. There was even a hint of frenzy. She pulled back at the last moment, but I felt the energy. That was more shocking than the bite. She really wanted me to stop holding her in place. She wanted to hide what lay inside her. In trying to force me away, she laid it all bare.
There’s something different with my mate. Something wrong, maybe. Copper and iron again. It keeps circling my senses where she is concerned.
The doctor does his thing, gives me a shot, puts some antibiotic cream on the wound, and dresses it. While this is happening, Nicky tries to look around.
“Face the chair,” I tell her. “Do not turn around. There is nothing for you to see here.”
She smirks and turns away.
“I would not allow this behavior, sir,” he says. “Not from anyone, and certainly not from a mate.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” I say. “Is that all?”
“Yes,” he says. “I will check it in the morning.”
He leaves, closing the door behind him. The room is silent. The sun has set now. The golden rays were falling over my mate’s face as I interrogated her, but now they are gone and the tone of the world has gone cold with them.
I tap the button that closes the electric curtains and hit the lights. A more pleasant lunar glow emerges from the top of the curtain rails.
“That was not nice,” I say, chiding her firmly. “We don’t hurt each other.”
“Says the man who met me and whipped my ass,” she says.
“That is not the same, and you know it.”
I go and sit down in front of her again. I have taken my shirt off in the meantime and put it in the sink to soak. It has a little blood on it from her feral activity.
She is still kneeling, which for her, almost counts as an apology. Then she gives me a real one, which I did not expect from her.
“I didn’t actually mean to hurt you,” she says. “I was going to distract you, but it came out harder than I intended.”
I look down at her silently for a while, thinking. She risks a little glance up from time to time, but otherwise stays kneeling before me, the guilt on her face quite clear.
It did not feel like she regretted the bite in the moment she gave it. It felt like she was relishing every moment of it. I felt the resonance of her snarling, the pure vital energy of her beast.
When we are in our wolf forms, scuffles are common. They are a good way to test strength, build agility, and embrace the beast. But even those moments are more in play than in serious attack.
I have been in some real wolf fights. I have battled for dominance, for territory, for the simple right to survive. It is the latter energy I felt in her snapping jaws. She was fighting for herself.
“Did I frighten you?” I ask the question with some softness, already knowing the answer.
“No,” she lies.
I sigh softly. “I wish you would trust me with the truth. We would both find this a lot easier if you did.”
“I am not here to make this easier for you,” I say. “I am here because I had no choice.”
“Neither of us have a choice in this.”
“You could fuck me and leave me alone. You don’t have to keep trying to… like me.”
I reach for her face again. “If you bite my hand, there will be hell to pay,” I warn her as I cup her chin.
She grins at me, as if she enjoys being treated with a little more respect for her dangerous nature.
“I do like you. I liked you the moment I saw you. That is how this works.”
With the sin of telling her she is liked, she gives me a pouty little look, because all of that biting and nastiness has seen her right back where she started, kneeling in front of me with nothing earned.
“I will keep you here, Nicky. I will make it so you know that you are mine all the way through, I’ve already promised you that. I want to know more about you. I want to understand you.”
“Some things take time,” she says. “And some things never happen.”
“So you wish to remain a feral little mystery to me,” I smile. “I suppose that can be arranged as well. I suppose I could treat you like a vicious little animal. A gag would stop that biting quite nicely, wouldn’t it.”
* * *
Nicky
I did feel bad about biting him that hard. I really didn’t mean to hurt him. I just wanted to move the energy away from me. I wanted him to stop looking at me, stop asking questions, stop trying to be inside me.
Now I am in trouble. Real trouble.
He is looking at me with an intensity that cannot bode well for me.
“Yes,” he says. “A gag would be fitting. And a cage. That would suit the behavior you’re choosing to display while denying your animal nature. That way I can keep you where you need to be.”
“If you put me in a cage, I swear to god I will never sleep with you again.”
“Of course you will. You will come into heat and demand it, even through the bars of the cage. You don’t understand what has happened to you yet, my little mate. These days of rebellion are soon to be behind you. Let me show you.”
He picks me up and takes me over to the bed, where he strips me bare and puts me over his thigh.
There is something ever so humiliating about being handled like this while I am naked and he is clothed.
I can feel a trace of wetness already seeping into the cloth of his trousers. Fuck. I want him and he knows it.
“Now,” he says, smoothing his hand over my naked ass. All the hair on the back of my neck rises at his caress. It is gentle, but I know it will not stay that way for long.
“You knew you’d be punished when you bit me, and I will not disappoint you, my little mate.”
With that, he starts spanking me. His palm lands hard and fast, a relentless tempo of pain and discipline that I knew was coming and still takes me over the edge of self-control immediately.
I start kicking, crying, and wailing and I do not stop.
“No point complaining now,” he growls down at me. “Your chance to not have this happen was the moment before you lunged and bit me. This is what you’re getting now, and all you can do is take it.”
The way he narrates what he is doing to me makes it all the more intense.
He stops for a moment.
“Is it sore?”
“Yes!” I whine and whimper, squirming. I want to put my hand back to rub the sting out of my rear, but I can’t do that of course. I know the second I put my hand back, he’s going to slap my hand and spank my ass harder and probably pin it back there. It’s never happened that way, but I sense it.
“Good,” he says, renewing the spanking. “You made me call the doctor to attend to that bite. Do you know what that means? It means he got to see your disrespect. You made a display of me, and you are fortunate that I am not making a display of you. I could have dragged you to the dining room and done this in front of everyone. Pull something like that again, and I will. Your introduction to the pack will be like this, squirming, crying, pussy soaked, begging for a fucking you do not deserve. Do you want that?”
“No!” I gasp between a flurry of slaps.
“Good. Then you know what to do in the future. Next time you get a vicious impulse, channel it into something else besides my body.”
The fact that his hand is whipping a harsh tattoo on my unprotected cheeks right now is not an irony he seems to appreciate, and I wouldn’t dare communicate it even if I could.
Finally, he stops. I am gasping and crying and my ass feels hot as hell.
A spanking delivered with that intensity is enough to make my entire body react.
The roots of my hair are tingling with the effort of sustaining myself through the punishment and the adrenaline released as he kept me pinned in place over his strong thigh.
“You’ve made a mess of me,” he notes, sounding almost dispassionate as he pulls me up, using a grip at the back of my head in the form of a fistful of hair to get me upright.
There is a wet patch on his leg that makes me flush with embarrassment.
I think it is over, right up until he draws me close and tilts my head back, looking down into my eyes.
“You were a bad girl, weren’t you?” he purrs.
“Yessir,” I whimper.
“You won’t be for much longer,” he promises, dropping a perversely tender kiss on my forehead.
With my cheeks burning hotly and tears stinging my eyes, he pins me down on the bed and subjects me to further indignities.
I am soaked with need, and I know if he would give me his thick cock, I would feel instantly better. All the heat and ache would be alchemized into pleasure.
I arch my back, lift my hips, and silently beg him to fuck me. I need this more than I have needed anything in a long time. I want to feel him knot inside me and give me the release I am already desperate for.
He is right that I am changing. I don’t recognize myself. I never thought I’d be this needfully desperate. I never knew I could be whipped up to this level of sexual frenzy.