Page 51 of Ice Devil

She could literally drive the beast right out of me.

“I’m giving you a lesson in challenging the big, bad wolf. That is what you want. Isn’t it? I know that’s exactly what you need.”

Without wasting any time, I brought my hand down on her bottom. Damn if the harsh sting didn’t feel good. So I did it again, moving to the other butt cheek.

“Ouch. You can’t do this,” she insisted while throwing her arm back to protect herself.

I politely moved her hand, bringing my palm down twice more. The sound was exacerbated given the dense space and composition of the elevator.

“Oh, I can and I will.” With her, smiling was easy to do and I was not only grateful with having her presence, I was also one hungry man. Three more smacks and the way she was wiggling brought a delicious wafting scent of her natural fragrance.

My curiosity piqued, I ripped down her panties. She was definitely turned on, so much so I caught a glimpse of her glistening pussy.

“You are going to get it for this.” As soon as she managed to smack my chest with her arm, I pinned it against her back and smacked her even harder.

There was nothing like the sound of skin slapping skin.

“Beautiful. Perfect,” I told her before spanking her in earnest.

Just having her wiggling across my knee kept my cock fully aroused. I was pulled into the type of longing that few men could break free of. Try as I did, with every crack of my hand, I was being pushed into losing all sense of control. That was how strong her effect was on me.

I was also enjoying myself, developing a rhythm while she moaned and rocked against me. Her scent was stronger, my mind fuzzy, and the first buzz from the phone in the elevator broke the luscious moment.

“Hold on, babe.” Leaning back, I grabbed the phone. She threw her head up, horrified that I would choose to talk to anyone. “Hello.”

“This is Jeff from the front desk. I have a report you’re stuck inside one of our elevators. Is anyone hurt?”

I shifted my gaze to her, locking eyes and taking a moment to place my finger over my lips. When she narrowed those sexy eyes of hers, her mouth twisting as I’d seen her do so many times before, I knew she was debating calling for help.

Her smile was as wicked as mine had been, but she chose to remain quiet.

“We’re just fine. Take all the time you need.” As soon as I hung up, I resumed the spanking, moving from one side to the other.

“You are such a brute,” she moaned.

“Yes, I am. And proud of it.” I certainly wasn’t finished yet, enjoying every smack of my hand as I kept going. It wasn’t long before her attempt to free herself became a seductive dance with her hips gyrating. Whether or not she was trying to turn me on didn’t matter at this point.

I had a raging hard-on and an intense need to fuck her like some wild animal. Funny how I just happened to have a beast under my control.

Or maybe I was under his control.

With her breathing labored, her body trembling in my hold, my gaze turned toward the sweet area between her thighs. Her pussy glistened from desire, throbbing with the most incredible scent. Whether her pheromones were calling to me or something else, the control was slipping with every second passed.

I needed a bracer, a little pick me up before we were safely locked away where no one could bother us. After taking a deep breath, I rolled the tips of my fingers down the crack of her ass, smacking her one last time when she dared attempt to pull her arm free.

“None of that or we’ll start over again.” My voice reverberated in the space, the sound clinging to us both. I could easily tell my attention to detail was also driving her crazy.

She was plotting against me.

But everything changed the moment I rolled my pinky around her clit. Her body stiffened, another jolt of eclectic current spicing up the moment. I took a few seconds, but could feel the pressure building deep within my loins. My mind was already elsewhere as the touch and scent had my beast in an uproar.

Just being able to drive my fingers past her swollen folds was a taste of heaven. So much so I pumped with a dedicated rhythm while soaking in the moment. The pressure was intense, my dick throbbing to the point of pain, but damn it, I was enjoying the hell out of myself.

In truth, so was she. How did I know she wasn’t going to find a way to kill me while I slept? Her audible shudder and the way her body reacted to every deep thrust. She hungered for more.

Why not give it to her?

I added a third finger, plunging in a sweeping flurry of movement. Every sound escaping her voluptuous lips was as carnal as anything I’d made in the wild. What were the odds she was my mate? And what the hell did it mean anyway? That if we decided to, we’d have furry little creatures running around refusing to stay in a playpen?