Page 13 of Their Shared Mate
“I don’t believe you.” He took both her hands and drew her to her feet. “If you don’t blame yourself for your brother’s death, then you’re lying to me. Either way, you need to be disciplined.Lying to your mates is strictly forbidden, as is destructive self-recrimination.”
Victor watched them intently. His gaze was slightly narrowed, but he didn’t interfere.
“How will letting you spank me help?” His fingers were long and warm, completely encompassing hers. “Nothing can change what happened. Discipline won’t bring my brother back.”
“The event cannot be changed,” he agreed, “but your reaction to it can evolve. Your emotions have been dammed up since that horrible night. They need to be released.”
He was right, and so was Heather. Claire’s entire body ached from suppressed emotion. She had avoided thoughts of the massacre, tried to pretend that nothing happened. “What do you want me to do?”
“This must be what you want, Claire,” he stressed. “I will only take control if you want me to.”
“I don’t know what I want.” Her voice broke and a fresh wave of emotion surged through her. “But I think this is what I need.” She blinked and her lashes freed the tears welling in her eyes. She was tired of the nightmares, tired of feeling like her entire being was going to shatter. Something had to give, or she wasn’t sure she’d survive.
He slipped his hands into her hair and brushed away her tears with his thumbs. “Resist me if you feel the need. Do not hold back any of your emotions.” Bending down, he pressed a brief kiss against her lips and then unleashed his aggression.
He had her jeans unzipped and pulled down before she realized what he intended. He’d grabbed her panties too, so she stoodbefore him exposed and vulnerable. She was too shocked by his focused speed to struggle. Then he dragged her over to the nearest chair and bent her over his lap.
“Wait!” she cried out, instantly regretting her decision.
“You are no longer in control,” he warned as his palm connected with her upturned bottom.
The realization that he was spanking her wasn’t nearly as shocking as the fact that she’d asked him to do so. His hand smacked her again and Claire clenched her fists. The sting was sharper than she’d imagined, but only something intense had any hope of cutting through her emotions.
“Why am I spanking you?” Raphael asked, his voice deep and filled with authority.
“Because I asked you to.” His next two swats were harder than before. She gasped and twisted her hips, instinctively trying to avoid the pain.
“Why did you ask me to spank you?”
“I can’t rid myself of this guilt,” she whispered harshly.
Victor moved behind her and pulled off her boots. One of her good friends had been claimed by lions so Claire knew discipline was often a form of foreplay. It was likely that this would develop into something sexual. Her pussy clenched at the thought. It had been years since anyone touched her intimately. What better release for these pent-up emotions than a good, hard orgasm? She tensed, but didn’t object when Victor drew her jeans and panties off.
“Open your legs,” he ordered. “Display that pretty pussy for your mates.”
She hesitated. Were they her mates? Could she picture a life with Victor and Raphael? It wasn’t like there were a lot of choices on Rydaria. Her nights were filled with horrific dreams and her days were something to survive. She was miserable. What did she have to lose? With these males she’d be provided for and protected. That wasn’t much of a foundation for a vibrant future. Their desire for her was obvious, but would that change once their sexual frustration had been appeased? There was one way to find out. Without analyzing her actions any farther, Claire moved her legs apart.
“Lovely,” Raphael praised. His warm fingers skimmed over her naked bottom and down between her thighs. He caressed her folds once, then returned to her behind. He squeezed each cheek firmly then resumed the spanking.
Her mind went blank as his strong hand punished her vulnerable bottom. Over and over he spanked her, the intensity gradually building. She grew accustomed to the sting, but heat spread out over her cheeks and sank into her pussy. She’d heard this connection described, but she’d never imagined that her body would process pain as pleasure.
She held still and focused on the steady rhythm of his large palm against her bare bottom. Each swat jarred her senses and made her buck her hips. Her curiosity was sated. She wanted him to stop. “That’s enough,” she sneered. “This isn’t working.”
“You are no longer in control,” he reminded her firmly and spanked the back of each thigh.
She gasped. The sting was sharper there. It felt more punitive. He slapped each thigh twice more, then returned to her throbbing rear end.
“Why didn’t you help your brother?” His next swat was the hardest yet. “Why stand there and do nothing?”
She shook her head, not wanting to relive the nightmare. “Let me up,” she cried, trying to twist away.
He held her firmly and continued to spank her bottom. “Answer me or I’ll spank that sweet pussy.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” She tried to close her thighs, but Victor grabbed her legs and opened them even wider. Kneeling behind her, he used his big body to ensure that she held the humiliating position.
Ignoring her outburst, Raphael asked, “Why didn’t you save Joel?” When she did nothing but continue to struggle, he swung upward, catching the underside of her ass cheek.
She screamed in frustration and pain. “That really hurt!”
