Page 112 of Ice Devil

“Yep. Stealing. Lying. Punching poor reporters. Shame I didn’t wear my belt. Oh, look. This is perfect.”

I jerked my head up, forgetting to thrash in his arms to find out what he was holding. A twig? Oh, hell, no. He was going to use the wood as a switch. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“You should know better than to dare a wolf.” He didn’t waste any time, twirling the switch a couple of times in his hand like a baton before bringing it down on my poor, defenseless backside.

Let me tell you, it hurt too.

So much so I moaned in displeasure. Still fighting him. Still planning on escaping.

Only he wasn’t interested in letting me go. The sound of the switch swooshing through the air was almost melodic. The aftermath of the bark hitting my bottom? Not so much. I squirmed with every strike, yet the sound of my moaning was more out of pleasure than pain.

Still, the spanking was painful, enough so that with my wiggling, I started humping his groin. His cock responded by throbbing against my stomach, the pressure point for both of us closing in rapidly. I could tell by the denseness in the air, the crackle of electricity and the intense scent of our desire.

The fact my pussy was wet, slickening my inner thighs as the stripes of heat crisscrossed my ass was something that I couldn’t ignore. Apparently, I craved a little pain with my pleasure.

He brought the switch down at least six more times before tossing it aside. His breathing was so heavy I almost feared the man was having a medical emergency.

With me held under one arm, he rose to his feet, gently easing me onto all fours so I had the log to prop my hands on. I sucked in and held my breath as he positioned himself behind me.

There were no words needed, no playful statements that hadn’t already been made. Besides, with his heavy breathing, I could tell he was in a different zone. He’d allowed his wolf out to enjoy the passion. If only in spirit.

The thought was wicked, presenting another round of shivers all the way to the bone. I took gasping breaths as he rolled his fingers down my spine, taking his time to slide them across every vertebra. With every touch whether light or rough, tiny quivers kept my attention. I glanced over my shoulder, able to study the intensity on his face. He was constrained, perhaps having a difficult time with our connection.

It was different.

There was no denying the spark from before had shifted into something so enamoring that other than doing so playfully, I could never walk away from him.

Perhaps that’s what he’d meant by mating.

Neither one of us could get enough.

With a brutal crack of his hand on my ass, I was reminded the sexy hockey player was also a little too dominating for his own good.

“Ouch.”

He winked as if this was all in good fun, but his twisted lips told a different story. So did his huge, throbbing cock. I could swear his shaft was much larger than before, but perhaps my own strangled hunger was getting in the way.

Whatever the case, I was at the point of losing control over my breathing when his fingers eased the sting from my bottom and then found my pussy. I jutted my hips, famished for his touch. He didn’t disappoint me, driving them deep inside. When he flexed them open, pumping several times, I was lost in the heated moment.

We were in the forest in the middle of the day. There could be anyone watching us. I cinched my eyes shut as if I could drive them away with my mind.

I rocked into his hand, whimpering softly as I did. He took his time, but with every ragged breath forming heat across my lower back, I could tell he was about to lose his mind as well.

Maybe thirty seconds later, he stopped what he was doing, gripping my hip with one hand while tormenting me with the tip of his cock.

“Aren’t you going to fuck me?” I laughed after asking the question, the sound even more demanding than my usual self.

“Patience, my dear.”

“You’re right. I have none. But neither do you.”

His chuckle was also different, a sound as if a promise of things to come. Thank God I didn’t need to wait but for so long. He finally pressed the tip of his cock against my pussy lips. As if to prove he was right and I was completely impatient, I pushed back against him, forcing his cock in by a couple more inches.

Another crack of his hand was a reminder I wasn’t in charge. I could picture him pointing at me, a quick reminder that he’d claimed me. We’d have that argument later.

For now, I was content with him taking complete charge of me. He proved his worth by pushing in his dick an inch at a time, stretching my muscles to the point I threw my head back, offering the birds and anyone else paying attention a song of pure ecstasy.

He chuckled from behind me, thrusting the remainder inside.