Chapter 7
Millie
“What?” I stammered, shocked by his cool demeanor and icy stare.
“You heard me,” Ethan growled back. “And while you’re at it, take down your panties, too. I want nothing between my hand and your skin.”
I wasn’t wearing any panties, on account of not having any clean ones after last night.
When we’d gone to my apartment, I hadn’t bothered to put any on, as Flint was with us.
I was still wearing Ethan’s oversized clothes.
Partly because I loved his smell and wanted it close to me always, and partly because I hadn’t had a convenient chance to change yet.
“Why would I do that?” I blurted, biting my lower lip.
Outwardly, I might sound like I was aghast at his suggestion, but inside, my core became warm and tingly with need.
Even though he’d spent most of last night inside of me, there was a deep, burning craving for Ethan’s cock in my pussy.
It yearned for more of what only he could give me.
Slick, hot and tangy, began seeping out of my slit and coating my thighs at the mere thought of what he might do next.
“I’m going to teach you what being an omega is all about,” Ethan cryptically answered. His stare might have set me ablaze if I wasn’t burning for him already.
I could only imagine what his lesson for me would entail. My core began to pulse and clench with longing for all the different, filthy ways he could show me I was his. His to pleasure. His to use. His mate.
“Take me home,” I haughtily demanded, fighting not to give in to this shameful temptation that would only lead to my own ruin.
“You are home, Princess. Whenever we’re together, that’s where home is. That’s what it means to be someone’s mate,” Ethan explained, his voice thickening with lust. “We are bound together now, forever. You are mine.”
Glancing down, I realized it wasn’t just his voice that was showcasing his desire for me.
The lead pipe straining his jeans was too.
That lovely cock called to me. Begged me to suck it and stuff it so far inside my pussy that we’d cease to be two people anymore, but one.
Welded together as a single unit. More slick gushed out of my core and I had to suppress a moan, I was so turned on.
His scent was so heady, I felt dizzy. And his expression was so powerful, I felt weak.
He undid his seatbelt and hit the control to push his seat all the way back. “Take your pants down, Millie,” Ethan repeated, “Or I’ll do it for you. And I won’t be gentle about it,” he added.
I didn’t want him to be. I craved a fight. Wanted Ethan to be rough with me. To show me his dominance. To really earn my submission and prove that he was a worthy mate.
That thought shocked me. I had no idea I’d felt that way until I’d learned who I was.
Maybe that was because I’d yet to be awakened.
Maybe it was because I’d suppressed my inner beast all these years.
Or, just maybe, it was because Ethan brought out a different side of me.
A more feral, strong, and determined one than I usually showed people.
Deciding I wasn’t willing to antagonize him any further, I finally grumbled, “How far should I take them down?”
He didn’t even have to think that question over. “To your ankles.”
Why the hell keep them on at all if he wanted these oversized sweats just dangling around my ankles?
“Yes, sir,” I quipped bitterly, as I jabbed my thumbs into the waistband, lifted my hips, and tugged Ethan’s oversized sweatpants over my hips and down my legs.
Ethan moved so quickly then, I barely had time to gasp. In a flash, he had me over his lap, awkwardly squished against the car door. As soon as I realized what was happening, I felt the sting of his huge palm against my soft skin.
The smacking sounds filled the interior of the Mustang as Ethan growled with each stroke. Against my belly, I could feel the steely poke of his erection straining against my soft center, begging to come inside and play.
“You’ve been a very bad, omega,” Ethan chastised, as he worked over each cheek with precise, direct, stinging strikes. “You will not defy me, or threaten to be foolish and risk your safety ever again. If you do, you’ll feel the lick of my belt next time. Do you understand, mate?”
Despite the tears streaming down my face, the unexpected mention of his belt sent a thrill of excitement coursing through me so strong it nearly robbed me of my breath.
My skin prickled and gooseflesh erupted along my arm.
More slick seeped from my core, embarrassingly soaking the front of his jeans at the threat of that supple leather licking against my already heated skin.
“As my mate, I will always keep your safety in the forefront of my mind. I’ll protect you in whatever way I see fit,” Ethan raged, punctuating each word with a hard crack to my tender ass.
“Including with my life, if necessary.” He continued his pattern of audible whacks down my thighs, circling his way back up to my ass with an unceasing tattoo of stinging pain.
Just when I thought I could withstand the pain and had become accustomed to his punishment, he’d find a new, raw spot to target or would focus on the same spot over and over, and I had to gnash my teeth together and grind it out all over again.
When he struck me directly on my mound, I couldn’t hold it in anymore and groaned, though it had stung something fierce in the moment.
“Do you like it when I punish that sweet cunt of yours, Princess?” Ethan demanded, his tone sounding more animal than man now. Clearly, my punishment had worked him up just as much as it had me.
“Yes, damn it!” I admitted, wanting him to do it again so I could come. “I love it. Is that what you need to hear?” I raged. “I need it! Do it again so I can come, you bastard!”
Ethan chuckled at my blasphemy. “You want me to make you come after you called me a bastard? I preferred when you called me “sir”.”
“Sir!” I barked, grinding myself against his lap like a bitch in heat. “Please spank my pussy again so I can come, sir.”
“Good omega,” he crooned, soothing the heated flesh he’d just worked so hard at inflaming.
“Now, before I give you your reward for being so sweet, tell me what I need to hear. Tell me you won’t do anything foolish like running off to Alaska to see your mother.
Tell me you’ll wait until we make a decision together before you so much as email the woman. ”
The only reason I’d threatened to run off to Alaska was to get under Ethan’s skin.
I didn’t actually have any plans of doing it.
This world of shifters was all so new to me.
I might be young and naive, but I wasn’t stupid.
There’s no way I’d expose myself to the Tupilaq pack until we knew more about them.
Even then, I might decide the risk wasn’t worth the reward.
I was just making a point, as reckless as it was.
I wasn’t just Ethan’s mate; I was my own woman!
At least, that was the point I’d meant to make.
However, my delivery and the current result might not have been the best way to impart that particular viewpoint.
“I won’t do anything dumb,” I unwisely snarked back. “I’m not a total moron.”
Ethan squeezed the ruddy, heated globes of my lower cheeks, causing me to wince with a mingled sensation of pleasure and pain. To my utter shame, he spread the two half-moons apart and stared at the puckered hole enshrouded between them.
“I’m almost disappointed you agreed to my terms so readily.
I would have loved to fuck another tight, virgin hole to teach you an important lesson not to defy your alpha.
I guess I’ll have to wait for another infraction before I do that.
Given your attitude, Princess, I don’t think I’ll have to wait long. ”
Leaning down, Ethan spat onto the knotted entrance, using his finger to swirl the hot saliva teasingly around my anus.
“What are you doing?” I demanded, dark waves of desire cresting over me with each knowledgeable touch.
“Why? Do you like it? Do you want more of it, my little omega?” Ethan sagely posed.
Swallowing a mewl of need, I uttered, “Of course not. That’s dirty. I’d never want that.”
Ethan made a tutting sound. “When it comes to us, Millie, there is nothing dirty, forbidden, or off the table. I’ll teach you that with time. But I think we’ll save that particular pleasure for another day.”
With my naked pussy exposed and so close to his face, Ethan inhaled deeply, greedily sniffing the air. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Aren’t you, baby?”
I was. No denying it. I was turned on by the dominant side of him just as much as I was turned on by every other side of this man. Maybe even more, if I were being honest.
Ethan’s hot gaze was undoubtedly between my legs as his hand reached under me to grab for his cock, giving it a rough tug through the thick denim material.
“Show me,” he growled, as he palmed and squeezed that epic erection between his rigid thighs. “Spread your pussy lips and show me that pretty, pink, wet, center.”
His words should horrify me. But they didn’t.
They only served to incite my raging lust into a larger, burning inferno.
Something about this man caused my brain to short-circuit whenever he was near and my libido to skyrocket.
Call it raw animal attraction, but I saw it as something else entirely.
Ethan was my soulmate. The man I’d always been meant to find.
Now that I had him, my body recognized his on an elemental level.
I’d never been religious, but when I was with him, our time together felt almost spiritual.
“Sit up and present your pussy to me,” Ethan ordered, punctuating his order with one last sharp blow on my backside.