Page 123 of Let Us Prey
“If I have to ask again,” my voice has gone dangerously low. “Things will not end well for you.”
Even though her knees are shaking, she turns to the desk and places her palms on the wooden surface. Throwing one last glare over her shoulder, she haughtily sniffs before dutifully facing the Preyboy Bunny centerfold crookedly tacked to the opposite wall, giving me a groan-worthy view of her juicy ass as she slowly bends over.
Maybe this was a bad idea…
“Should I pull down my leggings,Sir?”Delores snarks, and I freeze, suddenly unable to decide if it’s possible to want anythingmorethan I want that exact scenario.
My fury has cleared, leaving nothing behind but the two of us in a tiny room, along with my unpleasant thoughts. While it’s correct that Nico’s mate mark has caused strife in our pack, D's missing the point if she thinks it’s about him being ‘first.’
It’s so much uglier than that.
Yes, Nico disrespected not only the hierarchy of our pack, but the relationships within it when he claimed our girl with no discussion whatsoever. As upset as I still am with our fox, I’ve been paralyzed with doubt on how to handle it. Bash is wallowing in his own self-righteous pity party, but I’m at least mature enough to recognize how inevitable this clusterfuck was—and how most, if not all, of the blame is squarely onmyshoulders.
If I punish him for what he didn’t know, I’m no better than my father.
“Sir?” Delores snaps me out of my thoughts again, and I notice her tone is unsure, which makes my chest ache.
“What doyouwant, baby?” I ask, making it clearshe’sactually the one in control here. “I think we both need to get some things out of our systems, but whatever you’re comfortable with is fine with me.”
She’s shaking again, but the taste of her arousal in the air reassures me it’s not from fear. Our bunny might talk a big game, but in the end, she’s probably experiencing a lot of ‘first times’ with us—including what’s hopefully about to happen here—and is more nervous than she wants to let on.
You’re okay, baby.
In response to my question, Delores wordlessly pulls down her leggings and underwear, revealing the most perfect ass I have ever seen—complete with a bunny tattoo giving me the perfect target. I can’t mask my sharp inhale, and it takes an enormous amount of effort to tear my gaze away from that smooth skin to see if I can locate a ruler. Spotting one tossed on the floor, I grimace when I realize it’s one of those cheesy wooden rulers pups get to learn about forest fire safety.
Why the fuck does Bash have this?
My cock kicks against my sweatpants as I assess the tool I have to work with. Luckily, it doesn’t have a metal strip, but the edges aren’t as rounded as I’d prefer. I’ll just have to be extra careful. Even though I’m trying to keep this impersonal, I can’t help ghosting my fingers over her exposed skin before leaning down to whisper in her ear. “Remember your safe word, and don’t move, or I might make you bleed.”
“Wha…?” she gasps, just as I bring the ruler down on her right cheek with more force than I was giving her out in the gym.
“FUCK!”she shrieks, her back arching and fingers scratching across the desk, as pain no doubt ricochets down her long legs.
I thought you wanted to play?
“Language, Miss Drew,” I keep my voice steady, even as my cock gets impossibly harder. “Now, how many hits do you think you deserve for talking back to your professor?”
She’s panting, her knuckles white as her claws dig into the surface of Bash’s desk, and for a moment, I wonder if I should call this off.
“Three,” she surprises me by confidently replying.
Oh, you forgot one thing.
“Sir!” she hastily adds, as the next blow cracks across her other cheek, yanking a surprised squeak from her throat that almost has me coming in my pants.
“We’re going to make it four, since you almost forgot who you were talking to,” I calmly counter, even as my nerves are on fire. I readjust my grip on the ruler, patiently waiting for her consent.
“Actually,” her voice wavers before she clears her throat. “It should probably be five… because even if I understood how big of a deal it was that Nico and Iclaimed each other,I still would’ve done it.”
Wrong. Answer.
The silence is deafening as I take several deep breaths to stop myself from wolfing out. “Do you like to be punished, Blondie?” I snarl, fighting against my vision going red again.
I need to stop this before I…
A resounding crack echoes around the small office before my brain even registers that I’ve hit her again. “Now it’s eight,” I bark, irrationally angry—mostly at myself. “Since you can’t seem to answer a simple question. Do. You. Like. Punishment?”
She twists to glare at me again, her eyes widening when she sees what a fucking wreck I am. My chest is heaving and I’m gripping this idiotic ruler so tightly I wonder how it’s not already a pile of splinters in my hand. I’m absolutelyferal,yet somehow, I wait for her to answer.
