Chapter 31
YOU WOULDN'T DARE
LUKE
Her hands smash onto the wooden floorboards as she tips her head back and screams. Nia’s trying far too hard and forcing this won’t make it happen. She needs to relax a shitload and pushing for this shift is only making success less likely.
We’ve been trying for hours and both of us are growing impatient.
I agreed to let her try again because I assumed this would be easy. I thought it would be fine because she’d transformed yesterday and it didn’t seem to be a problem. It turned out to be a mistake to think that she and Lyall had found a better balance and I can feel them snapping at each other.
“Just relax.”
My jaw ticks, aware that telling someone to relax has never helped anyone chill the fuck out.
“It’s easy for you to say,” Nia rails.
“You need to ease into it,” I say, trying to sound supportive. Fuck knows if I’m achieving the lofty heights of being sympathetic. Nia’s getting on my wick and her tantrum is close to being the final straw. “Try to let Lyall take control, instead of chucking it at her.”
Nia’s eyes narrow and her hands sink to her hips.
“What are you suggesting?”
I’m not hinting at anything and my teeth grind. I’m telling her exactly where she’s going wrong and the girl is refusing to listen to me. My eyes close and I search for some calm, finding none as Nia and Lyall rage at me through our bond.
“You need to relax.”
“She is relaxing,” Lawson growls, “but she’s also panicking and giving up.”
I’m not quick enough to block Nia and Lyall, and they catch our conversation. Nia’s face elongates a little as their anger takes hold and her eyes darken as Lyall creeps out of the shadows.
“Let’s try again,” I sigh. “You’ve got to learn to shift without using anger. Let’s focus on giving up control, Nia. Just let yourself fall into it and allow Lyall to catch you.”
Nia lifts her chest and rests her weight on her knees. Her hair is a tousled mess and its silvery blond catches the light as she tucks it behind her ears. She’s trying to regain her composure as she kneels, and the sight of her like this almost makes me lose mine.
Goddess, the sight of her on her knees in front of me has my cock begging for release. I’m tempted to fuck the insolence out of her pretty little mouth and when her lips pout again, I almost break.
“Having fun, Alpha?” Cole asks, taking full advantage of my predicament. “You need to relax a bit, Luna.”
Nia’s eyes round on my Beta and Cole has the sense to stop but doesn’t go as far as apologizing.
She glares and the silver in her eyes sparks brighter and it only makes me want her more and I don’t care whether Cole wants to hang around and watch.
It’s not the first time I’ve thought about fucking Nia in front of the pack and it’d certainly shut the Elders up.
It’d appease everyone’s curiosity and the idea of breeding her in public has more than a certain appeal.
“Do you remember Pearson?” Cole asks, retreating to the safety of one of the sofas. “That might work.”
I cross my arms and Lawson howls, both of us irritated that our Beta has brought this up. Nia’s going to want to try it and if it works, Cole will take all the goddamn glory.
“I always thought it was very inventive of you,” he says, trying to placate me, and failing miserably.
“I’m in.” Nia doesn’t even stop to ask what Cole’s suggestion is and that irks me too. She gets onto her feet and my fantasies will have to wait now the chances of her sucking my cock have dropped to zero. “I trust you, Luke. If this helped another wolf, then you might make it work for me.”
Her eyelids flutter and those lips press outward, pouting as she swings her hips a little more than necessary as she saunters over. Nia’s as subtle as an explosion and I tense as I rest against the sideboard, determined to enjoy every second of her flirtation.
“You don’t even know what it is yet.”
“It can’t be as bad as when you tied me to the bed…” her blinking quickens and her pupils dilate, “and you promised me you wouldn’t be tying me down until we sorted this out.”
I made no such promise and Nia damn well knows it.
She also knows exactly what she’s doing, teasing me with an offer that she’s not ready to follow through on. Nia’s playing a dangerous game and I’m more than willing to take her up on her offer, even if she changes her mind. Even if things get a shitload kinkier than she can handle yet.
My eyebrow arches and my girl bites her lip.
Fuck it, she’s earned herself a spanking. The only question is whether she’s going to be tied up when I turn her ass a pretty shade of scarlet.
“Fine,” I say, offering her my hand.
The girl takes it, sealing her fate and Lawson bounds around, delighted that we’re going to teach our mate several lessons she won’t forget.
The full moon ought to help too, and if Cole’s right and I’m lucky, we’ll have Nia and Lyall shifting without too many difficulties and my cock won’t have to wait.
“The jacuzzi?” I turn to Cole.
He nods and gets up, heading out of the large living room, scooping up some blankets before he leaves. The door to the kitchen slams behind him, leaving Nia staring at me, open-mouthed.
And that mouth could be doing something much more entertaining than gawking.
“You asked for this, sweetheart,” I say, pulling her against me. “We’re going to put you in the water and you’re going to float as I guide you through this.”
“I don’t need a bath.”
“You’ll do as you’re damn well told.” I dig my hands into her ass and she shrieks, half-excited. “Be grateful it’s the jacuzzi. Pearson struggled with his first shifts, but he was a little shit so he got one of the outdoor lakes.”
She giggles, delighted that she’s being given special treatment.
Nia’s praise kink has landed her in trouble and I grab her ass, yanking her into the air and over my shoulder.
I’ve been looking for an excuse to haul her around and she squeals as I turn, carrying her out of the house to the outside jacuzzi.
“I said put me down,” Nia screams.
“I said do as you’re told,” I grit back, landing my hand on her ass. “Behave, or I’ll turn that pretty ass of yours an even prettier shade of pink while Cole watches.”
“You wouldn’t dare, Luke.”
Good. She’s reaching for me through our bond and it isn’t out of spite. Nia’s playing with me and it’s a sign she’s making progress. It’s a sign she’s ready. It’s a sign my dick won’t have to wait much longer.
“I would, Nia. Cole’s as curious about his new Luna as the rest of the pack and don’t think I won’t get off making him watch as I spank the living shit out of you before fucking you stupid.”
“You wouldn’t…”
I grin, aware she’s not so sure now. “I fucking would, mate. You look stunning with your legs spread for me. I won’t deny Cole the agony and ecstasy of watching me breed your perfect pussy.”
Nia stiffens, her resistance breaking as she slips into a much more obedient mindset.
The threat of a public fucking is enough to make her behave and her weight drops as she gives in, submitting to her position and my will.
It’s another step in the right direction and she sighs as my hand rubs her ass and she relaxes a little more, getting more comfortable as she gives up control.
I move to one of the wooden chairs and sit, earning a raised eyebrow from Cole. This isn’t part of the plan and he’s uncertain, wondering what I’m about to do. His wolf isn’t nearly as bothered, and as usual, Elias knows that Lawson and I know exactly what we’re doing.
I pull Nia into my lap, positioning her so she’s lying across it. So her ass is over my knee and the poor girl doesn’t stand a chance.
“Relax for me, Nia.”
“I’m lying over your fucking knee.”
My hand lands hard and the smack echoes through the wilderness. Nia cries and I spank her again, mildly irritated she had the nerve to protest.
“You need to relax, pretty girl.”
“That’s easier said than…”
I’m too bored of this shit to wait for her to finish and my hand connects with her ass again.
Nia screams and I land another fast, hard smack and her head lifts as she protests again.
I spank her again and her hand tries to grab mine, and it’s a challenge that I’m not going to let stand.
My hand wraps around her wrists, pressing them down between her shoulder blades as my other hand circles her ass.
She moans as my palm soothes her and Cole stares at me, wide-eyed and already on edge.
“You relax when you’re more submissive, sweetheart.”
I pull my hand back and spank Nia again, one on each side, before she has a chance to react. Nia cries and it’s softer, less resistant. She’s beginning to give in and Cole nods his head, finally catching up with me.
“Give me a number, Nia.”
“Why?” she asks, her voice trembling.
“So we know how far we’re going, pretty girl,” I rasp, barely containing my excitement in my dark and deep tone. “At least to begin with. I’ll decide if it’s enough. Not you, not now you’re over my knee and looking so fucking hot.”
“I thought we were…”
“You need to relax and a spanking will help.” I rub her ass again and she moans so quietly that even I almost miss it. “Pick a number, Nia.”
“Five?”
She’s gone far too low and I grunt, delivering five hard spanks and an extra one to even things out. Nia cries and her body writhes against me, finally relaxing when it’s done.
“Again,” I insist.
My hand connects with her ass and I count every single spank.
Nia screams and cries, protesting it’s too much and I can feel her ass warming through her leggings.
Heat spreads over my palm too as I deliver more and more spanks, increasingly excited as the girl writhing in my lap stops fighting me and gives in instead.
Nia’s groans grow louder and she’s getting off on this. My girl’s such a pain slut it’s unreal, and I can smell her cunt getting wetter by the second. She’s going to come through pain alone and I push harder, keeping up my assault on her ass and thighs.