Page 39 of Tasteful Anarchy and Tangled Auras
Rory has tied Red in the woods nearby, with instructions to tell my mates when I’m already long gone. Tell them I’ll be back before morning and I’ll be fine. I go to the back of my huge tent and lift the edge, having made sure earlier a stake was loose. A quick ride to the river, then a lovely midnight swim. I smile. This will be delightful.
Osmund
IF I’M RAGING AT OURmate’s decision, Bryn is a volcano. He’s right, of course. This was beyond reckless, far into stupidity territory, and weneedher to understand that. We both felt her blocking spell drop as she returned to camp not long ago. How the hell she managed such a spell is beyond both of us. Bryn intends her to teach him.
We are inside her tent. We’re only sitting idle because we can feel through the bond that she’s not hurt. But as it is, we wait for our mate silently. Bryn is pacing restlessly.
The flap opens and Adi enters. She’s in a brown cloak, her navy dress swishing beneath. Her curls are damp down her back, having dripped onto her clothes, but she looks exhilarated and content. She smiles, swings off her cloak, setting down a small pouch, and opens her gorgeous mouth.
“No.” Bryn snaps a barrier charm around our tent. We don’t need everyone in camp hearing this. His wrath is evident in his tight, closed face. “Do not even try to say that you told us you’d be fine. DO. NOT.”
Her mouth snaps shut at his rage, and I smell her respond to us. In fact, the combined force of our anger weakens her knees. I grab her around the waist before she hits the ground.
“Little mate,” I rumble gently but seriously. “You cannot ignore us. When we are in agreement about your safety, youneed to obey.” I see the word stick in her craw. Independent creature.
“We followed you as far as we could,” Bryn sputters, “but the terrain quickly grew too rough. Did you know that you had two kelpies following you?”
Adi pales. She didn’t know.
“Luckily I was able to pick them off with my bow,” he continues furiously. “You put not just your precious life at risk, but ours too. What do you think they would have done if they had been able to get their hands on us?”
She opens her mouth, looking regretful, and I start to waiver. Tiny mate, she didn’t know any better. But Bryn is livid; his emotions would have my cock hard even if I wasn’t pissed with her too.
She needs the lesson. I quickly scoop her up and walk to the bed. I sit on the edge and spread my legs. She’s curled to my chest but I brusquely rearrange her in my arms, settling her over my knee, and quickly toss her skirts up. Bryn strides up and yanks her panties off, ripping them into pieces in his temper.
She puts her hands on the bed and pushes up. “What the fuck—”
My hand goes to her back and easily pins her down. I can smell her wetness and feel her rising anger.
“Mate, you need to be punished.” My other hand caresses the pale curve of her ass. “Count,” I say simply before raising my hand to spank her gorgeous ass.
Her whole body jerks, and both her wetness and her anger increase. She struggles. I slap her ass again.
“Osmund!” She squirms. “Let me up.”
Another spank brings a yelp of pain. My fingers graze over the bit of her sex that is exposed and she gasps, heat flaring. The next blow is to the other cheek. She starts trying to push herself up again.
Bryn has stalked to the side of the bed, near her face. He grabs her arms and pins them to the bed. He stares at her intently. “You’re not counting.”
I crack her ass again and she gasps. “Uh, shit. Five?”
Another spank as I say, “No, mate, you’ll start at one.”
Then she counts as I swat her four times in quick succession. She cries out loudly at the last one, so I rub her bottom then let my fingers dip into her heat.
Bryn
I AM SO MAD AT HER, I cannot think straight. She’s absolutely gorgeous over Ossy’s leg, her naked ass in the air and her face reddened.
“Osmund!” she cries, then, getting no response, starts fighting like a hellcat. I lean down and grab her wrists. She’s so damn wet, I don’t doubt she’d come with a single stroke of my tongue. But she’ll not be escaping her punishment so easily.
“You’re not counting.” Her gaze hits me at my words. I see it in her eyes when she realizes we aren’t going to let her up, at least not without the Red Word Ossy has told me.
I chuckle darkly as Ossy tells her to start at one. Four hard spanks and she cries out in pain. I snake my free hand under her to play with her nipples.
“You won’t forget this lesson,” I whisper in promise as Ossy’s hand comes down on her ass again.
“Five.” She wobbles as I roll her nipple between my fingers. “Six,” she cries out, but from the flare of heat, I think it’s need, not pain.
