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“Bend over,” I order, pointing to the side of the bed.

I get up and stand behind her as she obeys me, putting herself into perfect position for me. She truly is gorgeous, and her curves are going to be the encouragement I need to make sure she’s very well punished. The idea of anything happening to her… the idea of losing her the way I have already lost Vlad and Elena is unacceptable.

“I am tired of the miseries of your disobedience,” I tell her. “I am tired of speaking and not being listened to because one or another of my pack thinks they know better. From here on out, I will be maintaining order.”

She stays in position, her pretty ass lifted to me. I reach for the bedside table, and I pick up lube. She’s going to need a lot of this for what I have planned. I drizzle a long stream of it between her cheeks, letting it pool around her pretty little asshole.

Yet she’s surprised when she feels my thumb pressing at that same hole. She makes little uncomfortable noises as I press intoher butt, stretching her just a little, finding that hot interior that has gone unused so far.

“What are you…”

“Quiet,” I growl. “Every part of you is mine, Anya. I am going to show you that today.”

I push my thumb in and out of that tight hole, giving her a little warning warm-up of what is about to come.

“Please, Alexei…”

“Relax,” I tell her. “I am taking your ass today. And you are going to learn to love it, because the way you behave tells me you are likely never going to be the good, submissive, obedient mate a pack master should have.”

My words are harsh, but she deserves them. I still remember watching her rush headlong to the vampire and then turning and fighting him. Dom’s patience with her is the only reason I still have a mate. Just thinking about him, about the danger, the death, the way the females under my command have made repeated mistakes leading to terrible outcomes, makes me pull my thumb free of her rear and replace it with a part of my anatomy that will take pleasure in this punishment.

“Breathe,” I remind her, pushing my cock into her ass in a firm stroke. I go slowly, but I do not stop until I am inside her hot little hole, listening to her whimper and complain.

“It hurts,” she gasps.

“Does it?”

“Mhm.”

“Does it hurt as much as being killed?”

“No,” she whines. “But…”

“Then count yourself fortunate that you’re experiencing this pain and not the other.”

I fuck my mate long and deep and hard, teaching her tight little ass the lesson she most needs to learn. The sounds she makes as my cock stretches that resistant ring of muscle are incredibly gratifying.

Anya

My ass hurts terribly, but I know I deserve this, and there is something about that knowledge that makes the pain of being punished more like a filthy pleasure. I might be taking an ass-fucking, but this is still a fucking. I reach down and I rub my clit, sparking that pleasure higher and higher.

“You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you,” he snarls in my ear.

“Yes,” I whimper, though I do not know if it will be true or not. It’s true enough in this moment. I want to be good for him. I want to be good for myself. I want nice things to happen for once. I want to not spark a paranormal civil war. Just girl things.

I feel his teeth on the back of my neck, biting, gripping, demanding. I know I have pushed Alexei to his limits. He is an alpha through and through, one of the most powerful in the entire country. And I am nothing but the bastard daughter of a serving girl. It should be the most natural thing in the world to submit to him—and it is.

I draw in a deep, ragged breath, taking in his pheromones and letting myself sink into submission. I let him take control of me completely. I know he will know if my surrender is not real. I want it to be real. I want to let him take complete charge of me. God knows I need it. There is so little hope for me in my own impulses. Better to give myself over entirely by choice as well as by flesh and blood and curses and everything else that binds me to this man.

“I love you,” I whisper as his cock sinks deep inside me again and again.

“I love you too,” he growls. I can feel his cock throbbing in my ass as he pauses for a moment. “Marry me.”

It’s not a request. It is a command.

“Yes,” I answer. He didn’t ask me a question, but like many of his carnal commands, my acquiescence is instinctive.

My agreement spurs him to fuck me deeper, longer, harder. It makes him breed my ass, a part of my anatomy that no baby can ever come from, but he doesn’t care. He fucks me like he’s fucking my pussy, taking me like he quite legally owns me.

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