Page 51 of His Mark

“N-no,” she managed, her breath staccato.

As punishment, I drew my hand back just a little, making her sigh in desperation, before I brought it back down, spanking her pussy firmly. She yelped, her body spasming, her eyes flying open, her breath leaving her in a rush.

I did it again and again, over and over until her pretty little pussy turned bright pink under my firm hand. Panting and writhing and squeaking, she tried to push my hand away, but that was not going to happen. Instead, I just slapped between her legs that much more sharply.

“Please!” she cried out again.

The word escaped her in a rush, and my fingers stilled, my eyes snapping up to her face.

God, the sight of her was fucking perfection. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glassy, her lips parted, swollen from the way I had claimed her mouth.

“Please,” she whispered, “stop teasing.”

My cock jerked, pre-cum leaking from the tip, and my grip on her tightened.

“You want more, Wildcat?”

“Yessss,” she hissed.

“Beg for it,” I demanded.

She swallowed, her throat bobbing, and then she let out the smallest, softest whine.

“Please,” she whispered once more, her hips rocking, grinding against my fingers, seeking friction.

I smirked, my fingers deep inside her stroking just enough to make her squirm.

“Please, what, little mate?”

Her lashes fluttered, her lips parting, her words coming out in a rush. “Please, Silas. I need you to fuck me.”

My smirk widened to a grin, and then, with deliberate slowness, I withdrew my fingers from her.

And spanked her pussy again.

She let out a strangled moan, her hips jerking forward, her nails scraping my back.

“Tell me,” I growled, dragging my fingers through her wetness, spreading it over her aching, swollen clit. “Tell me who you belong to.”

She whimpered, her hips bucking against my hand. “Please, Alpha.”

I chuckled again, low and dark, the sound quaking through her.

“No,” I retorted, the single syllable filled with danger for her, with the promise of punishment if she didn’t give me what I wanted.

“Who do you belong to?”

Her body was shaking, her eyes wide and glassy.

“You.” She finally gave me what I wanted.

I sighed, satisfied. “That’s right, Wildcat. Mine. My mate.”

I lifted her, turning her easily. The water shifted as I placed her onto her knees in front of me, facing away. I knelt behind her and gripped her waist, pulling her back so that she was straddling my lap, my cock pressed hot and thick against her ass. My arms snaked around her, one hand splayed over her belly, the other wrapping around her neck.

I pulled her against me, pressing her back flush against my chest.

“I’m going to fuck you, Wildcat,” I growled in her ear, flexing my arm against her throat, feeling the way her pulse thundered. “I’m going to fucking breed you, good and hard. Just like you deserve.”

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