Chapter 19
JILLIAN
Dressed in her nightgown and kneeling like he had ordered, Jillian waited for Bertram in her room and wrung her hands nervously. The opening of the door startled her as he entered and shut the door behind him and scooped her into his arms.
“I was afraid today. I thought I had lost you.” He almost crushed her ribs in his tight hug, and she struggled to breathe.
She took a deep breath and snuggled into his arms when he finally relaxed his hold on her. “I’m sorry I scared you. I was so confused about everything, and I didn’t think. I just ran.”
He kissed her on the forehead. “Sweet girl, I am so sorry about all of that.”
“You should have given me the truth and let me make my own decision.” She scowled at him.
“You’re right. We both need to be open with each other. Sorry about that,” he said.
“Well, I know I overreacted. I should have come to you earlier.”
“From now on, talk to me when you have an issue and—”
“Use my words, right?” she interrupted and smiled at his pleased expression.
“That’s right, little girl. Words. You gave me some new grey hairs today.”
She giggled at his playful scowl.
“All right, let’s get this part over with,” he sighed and rolled up each of his sleeves past his wrists, onto his massive biceps. “Bend over the bed, Jillian.”
She set her upper torso onto the bed and listened as he prepared for her punishment.
She knew she deserved this and would accept whatever he did, but she tensed when he strode behind her, lifted her nightgown, and pulled her cotton panties down to her knees.
The air felt cold, and she shivered involuntarily and stiffened immediately when she felt something cool and wet between her bottom crack.
“Relax.” He placed his large palm onto her bottom and massaged and squeezed, gently pulling her cheeks apart.
She groaned and tried to stay relaxed as he gently probed at her most intimate spot. No one had ever seen or touched this area, and it felt foreign. She gulped and tried to relax her breathing. She felt something cold and wet slide along her bottom crack and clenched her cheeks together.
“None of that, naughty girl,” he scolded and peppered her with swats.
She relaxed and felt it press against her once more. It was cold and firm and smooth.
“It’s ginger root,” he explained casually as he slipped it slowly into her tight hole.
“Oh!” She squirmed and tried to relax her muscles as he pressed further into her until it was fully seated. She contracted her anus around it and felt the heat slowly build. She felt flushed and vulnerable and so hot. Her whole body heated as the root warmed her from the inside.
He gave her a few small swats and leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. “Don’t move from this position, little girl. I’ll be back.”
Then he stood and left the room. He left her! Bent over a bed, with her bare bottom hanging out for anyone to see who happened to come in. And she had a root stuck deep within her backside. If there was a way to feel any more vulnerable, she surely couldn’t think of any.
The heat continued to build in her rapidly, and she moaned and rubbed against the soft comforter.
She felt the warm trickle of fluid slide down her leg as both of her most intimate places heated.
She was so aroused, but it was also becoming intense.
How much more could she take? She undulated her hips up and down, trying to relieve some of the hot pressure.
How much longer? She groaned aloud and tried to catch her frantic breath.
When he opened the door and saw her squeezing her bottom cheeks and humping the bed, he chuckled and scolded her. “Naughty girl. Are you getting turned on by your punishment?”
She turned her head toward him. “Please.”
He stroked her searing bottom lovingly and gave her a sharp smack .”Please, what?”
“Please finish me, sir.” She could hear the begging in her voice.
“I don’t know. You look pretty sexy with that piece of ginger sticking out of your naughty ass and your pussy dripping with your arousal.” He spread the fluids and pressed a finger into her wetness.
“Oh God, please, Bertram! I’ll be good, please. It’s too hot. I can’t take any more. I need to… I need to…”
“This is a punishment, Jillian.” He raised an eyebrow. “It’s not about your pleasure, but mine. You hurt me when you ran off today.”
“I’m sorry,” she cried.
“Never again, Jillian.”
“No, sir. Never. No, sir!”
When he pulled the piece out of her scorching bottom, she almost wept as she sagged onto the bed.
BETRAM
He had meant for this to be a punishment, but there was no way he could hold off any longer. The sight of her bare ass contracting around the ginger, her legs slick with her juices, and the way she had rubbed her swollen pussy against the bed—he needed to be inside her. Now.
He stroked her soft skin and spanked one side, then the other, watching the pink build in her beautiful ass as she rocked back and forth.
She kicked her legs and groaned, and he saw her beautiful pussy weeping, begging for release.
He leaned forward and took a deep breath, imbibing the scent of her arousal.
He flicked her swollen nub, and she cried out in ecstasy.
He threw her onto her back and watched her eyes dilate as he grabbed her wrists in his hands, pressing them into the mattress above her head. She shivered and swallowed hard, and the scent of her arousal increased.
“I want you, Jillian,” he growled.
“I—I want you too,” she stuttered in a combined state of arousal and something else. Fear?
“If I take you now, it’s going to be rough, hard. I need to mate with you, claim you as my own.” He paused to gauge her reaction, but her gaze never wavered.
She raised her head and looked him square in the eyes. “I’m yours to claim.”
“Forever? ‘Til death do us part?”
“How about happily ever after?” she beamed, and her eyes shone with love.
He growled and nuzzled her cheek. “Thank you. This part is going to satisfy my animal urges. I’m going to mark you and claim you as my own.”
“I understand,” she nodded.
“I promise, I won’t harm you.” He smelled her fear.
“Claim me, Wolfe,” she breathed as she pressed her groin up into his.
He growled and ripped her nightgown down the center, leaving her naked body prey to his. He unzipped his jeans, and his cock sprung free. His animal instincts took over, demanding to conquer and claim what was his.
His. Mate.
He barely kept control as he seized her hips and pulled her towards him.
The wolf inside called to him, stronger than ever, to let go of everything except the need.
His mate’s voice sung to him, begging him to conquer her in every way possible, and his blood boiled as his body shook with passionate rage.
He met her eyes and in one full stroke impaled her tight sheath.
Her cries were as loud as his howls as he pumped in and out, knowing nothing other than his animal side.
He yanked her head to the side, sank his fangs deep into her neck, and breathed in her essence.
She sagged to the mattress as he licked her wound and fucked her, melding her soul with his.
He roared as he came, pumping into her hard and fast, until he had nothing left and fell on top of her.
They were mated.
He withdrew his fangs and pressed his lips to the spot he had bitten. She shuddered and whimpered quietly as his senses slowly came back. He carefully withdrew from her and watched her wince.
“Sorry.” He kissed her red, tear-filled eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah,” she nodded, still trying to catch her breath. “You were right.”
He felt a cold wave of dread come over him. She hated him, what he was, what he had done to her.
“I’m so sorry, Jillian.” He pulled his body off hers and tried to sit up, but she quickly pulled him back to her.
“Look at me,” she said with a power much like their time together in Stepmother’s play room. “I’m not angry. You warned me what it would be like. And yes, it hurt a lot.”
He winced.
“But it didn’t harm me.” She looked deep into his eyes and pulled him down so she could kiss his forehead. “I’m okay.”
He felt something salty on his lips and felt the warm drops slide down his cheeks. “I can’t be something I’m not. Sometimes, I might need to…”
His head was yanked back suddenly by her firm grip in his hair. “I know that, Wolfe. And sometimes I’ll need to be spanked or punished. It doesn’t mean it won’t hurt sometimes. But I know in my heart you will never really harm me. Do you understand?”
He laughed and cried at the beauty of what she had said. His mate was perfect for him. “Yes, ma’am. I understand.”
She released his hair and kissed him hungrily, devouring his lips in hers. “Good. Now man up. And take me how I need to be taken.” Her eyes lowered and she winced. “A little gentler this time?” she whispered.
“I’ll be gentle, sweet girl.” He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly against his body. “I’ll be gentle.”
JILLIAN
She looked up into the dark eyes of her new husband, her mate, and felt the love course through her.
She had been so vehemently against marrying when Jake and she started their journey last week.
But so much had changed since then, and she had finally been blessed with a man who was as strong as she.
She lifted her neck and giggled as he nibbled and kissed his way across her ears, throat, and up to her mouth.
This man was strong and brave and also compassionate and kind.
She loved the amber flecks she saw in his eyes when he was angry or aroused, the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth when he smiled, the beautiful sound of his laughter.
He was hers. And he knew how to push her buttons with a single look.
And one touch. And his dominance, the way he spanked her, was something no matchmaker could have ever found for her. Was this a dream?
She closed her eyes and mewled with pleasure when he knelt between her legs and kissed her tender spot. His tongue felt coarse and achingly wonderful as he licked and laved his way to her first earthshattering orgasm.
“Sorry you didn’t get to do that the first time around.” He looked up from between her legs, and nibbled on her inner thigh.
She giggled and pressed his head back down where she wanted his attention.
“Want more?” He gave a throaty growl and licked the center of her core.
“Yes. Please,” she moaned when he took one of her nipples and started flicking it between his fingers as he licked and stroked her with his tongue.
When he took her sensitive nub into his mouth and sucked hard, she screamed and saw stars.
Amazing. Such a feeling, as wave after wave of pleasure hit her.
She loved how considerate he was of her needs. He seemed to read every mewl, every arch of her back, every wanton groan. She wanted him inside her again. She tugged at him, and he slid up her body, slowly licking and kissing his way up to her mouth.
“Are you ready, sweet girl?”
She nodded and spread her legs in an open invitation, loving the look of approval he gave her.
He licked his lips and looked up and down her body hungrily, making her feel desired and beautiful.
Then he positioned himself above her, this time keeping his weight off her body as he slowly pressed against her tender entrance.
“You okay? “ His eyes shone with concern.
“Yes,” she smiled. “It’s like a fairytale.”
He entered her and slowly made love to her as he kissed her, his eyes never leaving hers. She basked in the feeling of his warmth and strength as he slowly took what she offered. Her body, her soul, and her heart were his to command, his to protect, his to love.
And when she finally came down from the dizzying heights of the emotion, she wept in his arms. This truly was her happily ever after, safe in the arms of the man she loved.
She awoke a few hours later and saw him coming out of the shower. Her mate looked peaceful, happy, and sexy as hell in nothing more than a towel—his body still dripping and the dark curls on his chest glistening.
“Hello, Mrs. Wolfe.” He strode forward and kissed her on the lips. “It’s dinnertime. Would you like to go eat?”
She groaned and rolled over onto her side. Her body ached from the day’s activities. “Mind if I just hang here? I’m kinda tired.”
He stroked her cheek. “Good idea. You’ve had a pretty long day.” He kissed her forehead. “I’ll go get us something to eat, and we can enjoy dinner in bed.”
“Actually, if you don’t mind, I’d really like to sleep. Go have dinner, check on guests, do whatever you need to do. I’m going to stay here, okay?” She already felt the fatigue building up again in her sore, but lovingly used body.
“Okay. I’ll be back up in a bit, and I’ll bring something for you just in case you wake up.”
“Thanks. Love you.” She curled back into the blankets.
“Love you too…” He started to say something else, but she didn’t hear him. She was already dreaming about wells and hills, best friends, and a handsome wolf /man who spanked her and made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. This was her happily ever after.