Chapter Forty-Two
Luca
By the time I leave the cabin, the night air feels sharper, cleaner. My wolf paces inside me, restless. The bond tugs at me hard now, a physical ache under my skin. Half-complete, half-crazed.
I should feel relief—Elliot agreed. But all I feel is urgency. The bond screams at me to get back to my mate.
I check in with patrol and Ryan, and it all takes too damn long.
By the time I finally get the chance to head back home to my mate, it’s been hours.
My wolf is itching to get close to her. Having a half-completed bond is even worse than before.
It’s like my skin burns with the need to be near her.
Touching her. Tasting her. Being inside of her.
I poke at the mindlink to let her know I’m on my way, but she has me blocked out. A weight settles in my stomach as icy dread creeps up my spine. I push at the link again as I pick up my pace, racing towards my cabin.
I fling the door open and inhale her scent. It’s old; she hasn’t been here for at least an hour. She’s certainly not naked and in my bed like I told her to be.
A snarl rips from me before I choke it down. I reach for the bond, that thin, invisible thread.
It’s not a GPS tracker, or an exact science. But it’s a tug in the right direction. As if she’s holding an invisible string and pulling me towards her. Teasing me. And even though she’s stopped me from mindlinking her, I can feel her emotions.
Excitement flitters through me, but it’s not mine. No, this sense of anticipation is coming squarely from that bratty mate of mine. She’s craving for me to put her in her place. Dying for me to teach her a lesson.
And I have no intention of ever disappointing my princess again.
I follow the thread, feeling myself getting closer with every step I take deeper into the forest. Until finally, the smell of pine needles and fresh air gives way to the tantalizing scent of my female.
Sweet, intoxicating, threaded with desire.
My naked female. Sitting on a blanket, in a clearing.
The possessiveness slams into me, savage and wild.
Anyone could stumble across her like this, see what belongs only to me.
A snarl rips free before I can stop it as I stalk towards her.
Sofia spreads her long, limber legs, revealing her glistening pussy.
Her eyes are hooded, and she’s biting her plump lip.
I could take her here. Make her scream my name so loud that every bird in every tree in this forest flees. I could make love to her. Worship her like the goddess she is.
But that’s not what my brat wants.
“Run.”
“Wh… what?” she asks as her breathing picks up and her pulse thunders so fast, I can see it in her neck.
“I told you to wait in the bed. A good girl would have waited. A good girl would have gotten rewarded,” I snarl and bare my teeth. “But you’re not a good girl, are you?”
The sweet scent of her arousal intensifies, and she pulls her legs together again. Trying to ease the need that only I can. She shakes her head.
“Use your words; tell me what you are.”
She swallows and looks up at me through her lashes. “I’m a bad girl. A bad girl who needs to be punished.”
She rolls onto her stomach, pushing her ass up and looking back at me over her shoulder. “You going to spank me, Beta? Teach me a lesson?”
Her voice is a sultry purr that goes straight to my cock.
I walk up to her, dropping to my knees behind her and threading my fingers into her hair.
I push her face down against the blanket, keeping her juicy ass in the air and rocking my hips against her, rubbing against her ass with my painfully hard and throbbing cock.
Fuck, I can feel her wet heat through my damn jeans.
“Tell me, Princess, what do bad girls get? Do they get what they want?”
Her breath hitches, and her nipples harden as I move beside her.
I plunge two fingers into her sopping wet cunt.
She moans and rocks her ass backwards while her pussy constricts my fingers.
If she weren’t so soaked, she’s so tight I wouldn’t be able to move at all.
I pull my fingers out and bring them to her lips, smearing her wet juices all over her lips before pushing into her mouth.
She tastes herself greedily, eyes defiant even as her body begs for more. She swirls her tongue around my fingers, sucking them clean like a good girl. So unlike her. But judging by her little whimpers and the heady scent of her arousal, she’s in need of a release that only I can give her.
“Answer me,” I prompt, removing my fingers.
“No. Bad girls get punished. They get treated like dirty sluts,” she says, her voice breathy and needy.
Exactly how I want her. Fates, I could come in my damn pants again.
She’s so much better than I could have ever imagined during those years I was pretending she wasn’t everything I wanted. She’s perfect.
“And do dirty sluts get their pussies filled?” I ask, bringing my wet fingers to her ass, pushing one inside her tight puckered hole as I tug roughly on one of her nipples.
She groans, and her breathing comes in short bursts.
Her tangy scent is filled with nervous anticipation.
She wants me to dominate her, but she’s scared at the same time.
But that’s part of the fun. Aside from the tranquilizer incident, she knows I wouldn’t ever hurt her. Not in a way she wouldn’t love.
“No, they don’t,” I answer myself before spitting on her ass and working another finger into her tight hole.
“What’s your safe word, Princess?”
“Red,” she moans.
“Filthy girls who go out at night and strip off like little cock-hungry sluts don’t get what they want. They get punished. They get chased down and fucked hard. Maybe if you make it back to our bed before I catch you—without letting anyone see what’s mine—I’ll let you come.”
I bury one hand in her hair, tugging her head back while I continue to finger-fuck her ass. The sounds she makes are obscene. Loud and guttural, without a care for who can hear her. Reluctantly, I pull my fingers out of her and slap her ass firmly.
“Now run.”
She takes off, racing into the woods. I mindlink all warriors on duty to redirect them, ensuring there is absolutely zero chance of anyone seeing my mate naked or smelling the delicious honey running down her thighs.
My wolf pushes me to chase. Hunt her down and make her my prey. And after so much time fighting him, it’s nice to have us on the same page.