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“No,” she refuses.
I don’t tell her twice. I take her refusal as her begging for me to teach her a lesson.
I spread her cheeks myself and I slide my cock deep inside her ass. She’s tight, and it’s not a swift entrance. I feel her heat and her tightness, and I hear her little whimpers that she can’t resist.
“Ow,” she protests.
“Relax,” I say. “Take a deep breath and work on letting me in. I’m going to fuck your ass, baby. I’m going to fuck it nice and deep and hard.”
The mood has already shifted as she tries to take my cock. I’m not hearing anymore smartass remarks. She’s gone post-verbal, sticking to moans and grunts and other little sounds that are so satisfying to hear.
Her ass feels so incredibly good. Hot, tight, and deserving of a good hard fucking. This is an immensely satisfying punishment for me. I pin her down and I wrap myself around her, and I take her long and deep, until I forget that it’s about teaching her a lesson and focus on the sheer pleasure I’m experiencing.
“You’re going to do as I say,” I growl in her pretty ear as her sweat-soaked body writhes against mine. She’s been getting herself into a mess with all this running around and murder. She needs a bath. I’ll give her one after this, clean her off, be tenderwith her, show her that after punishment there is some kind of pleasure and satisfaction.
She makes a little moan, but doesn’t agree or disagree.
“And it’s not because you’re less than me,” I say, barely able to speak as her ass squeezes my cock reflexively. “It’s because I’m your mate, I’m your leader, and I want to protect you in every way. Even from yourself.”
I thrust deep inside her and hold myself there. “Mostly from yourself, knowing you,” I correct myself.
She lets out a sound that is halfway between a moan and a giggle. I’m slowing this down with the talking, making our minds work as well as our bodies, but I don’t want this to just be a rough fuck that she won’t really learn from. I am trying to make a point, one she might remember. I have to get through to this girl one way or another.
“Do you understand?” I pull out almost all the way to the tip of my cock and hold her open there, never letting her tight ass rest, keeping her in use. Whether she gives me the answer I want or not, she won’t be able to avoid the fact that she is being thoroughly dominated.
“Yes,” she moans. “I know. You’re a big, bad wolf, and I’m… probably a big, bad wolf too…”
“You might be, one day soon, but it doesn’t matter how big or how bad you get. I’m always going to come for you, and I am always going to find you. You know that, right?” I use my grip on the back of her neck and turn her head to the side so I can make eye contact with her. “I know you were scared when you were taken, and I know you did some things that probably scare younow that you think about the fact you did them. But I came for you. I will always, always come for you.”
A little tear leaks out of her eye. I did not expect such a display of emotion. I thought she might make some kind of moaning sound or maybe a smartass comment, but my words must have found whatever soft part of her still remains. My Callie is still in there. The girl who spent years collating as much data as she could on wolves, who let a paper practically run itself so she could pursue what really mattered to her, the one who was so determined and yet delightfully innocent. She is tearing up because she feels the emotion and returns it.
I lean down, cradle her face in my hands, and press a kiss to her cheek, my cock sliding deep back inside her ass as I move to be closer to her with this unexpected moment of softness.
“I love you,” I whisper. “I love all of you, in all the ways that you are. Good, bad, wolf, human. There’s nothing I will not do for you. I am obsessed with you, and I always will be.”
“Stop it,” she sniffles. “I don’t want to cry. I want to come.”
“Well, of course, young lady,” I say, my tone deep as I slide my hand down her stomach and find the wet little nub at the apex of her soft, swollen pussy lips. Her sex has been deliberately neglected, but it is time to give her some pleasure.
I start to rub and circle, strum and tap as I fuck her ass deeper and longer. I know she’s going to be stretched very wide soon. My knot is going to make her ass accommodate a bigger intrusion than she’s experienced before, and I am going to make her take it. She’s been a bad girl, a reckless girl, and she will be punished for that.
She wriggles more as she gets closer to climax, my cock swells in her ass as she writhes, and the two of us are locked in an experience of pleasure and punishment as she both complains and begs for more, and as I stop being able to fuck her as hard because my thickening knot is making me work against her harder. The friction is more intense, and her ass is gripping me more as I push her over the edge into a wailing orgasm that sets off my own climax.
I come inside her ass, and my knot inflates hard, locking my seed deep in her as she pants and whines, and yes, tears still dampen her cheeks, all her emotion and desire welling up together as my fingers slide up inside her pussy at long last, gently stroking her through one orgasm and into another. I intend to entertain her until my knot softens, keep her coming by playing with her wet little pussy until she isn’t able to have so much as a coherent thought.
“I’m sorry, yes, please, fuck, oh my god, please, no, yes…” She can barely string anything resembling a sentence together as I finger and pleasure her until she comes and comes again, and finally is left collapsed beneath me, so thoroughly anally ravaged she does not have so much as a shred of pride left.
CHAPTER 12
Gray
“I didn’t turn into a wolf. Is that because we didn’t do full and proper sex? Or do you turn into something else if it’s anal? Like a small brown dog or something?”
The morning has come, we’ve had pancakes delivered via room service, and she’s amusing herself with impudent questions.
I’m pretending to ignore them.
We are still in the hotel room, and the moon is growing by the hour. I can feel it, even in the daytime when the sun holds sway. I am apprehensive. Something has changed inside my mate—something that will not change back any time soon.
