Page 16 of Return to the Pack

Callan moves into position. “Ready, teacher.”

Ethan runs the edge of the ruler along my crack. “So, talking back to me—you’ve been doing that a lot, Miss Wolf. I’m going to have to spank you.”

“Yes, teacher,” I say. “I understand.”

“Good girl.”

Another smack—this one harder—hits my behind. I arch into the sensation. The sharp sting makes me gasp, but wetness floods my pussy when he spanks me again.

“Have I made myself clear on this issue? No talking back,” Ethan says.

“I don’t think so,” I whisper, swaying my hips back and forth, wanting more the same way I want more of Warrick when his huge cock is hurting me in the best way. “I’m going to talk back to you again. I can’t help myself.”

The next stinging blow makes me cry out.

Callan twists my hair, and pain fills my scalp, too. There’s something so satisfying about this pain, though, just like Warrick’s roughness in bed.

“Tweak her nipples,” Ethan demands.

With his back against the wall next to me, Callan’s hands land on my breasts and squeeze. Then, he takes my nipples between his strong, calloused fingers and rolls each one into a tight bud.

The ache sends me soaring. I writhe into his touch, bringing my knees together to ease the ache between them.

“Stand how I told you,” Ethan growls, whacking me again, even harder now. My bottom throbs with heat, as if my skin is burned. I whimper and spread my legs again.

Callan’s warm hands caress my inner thighs. His fingers slide between my legs, pulling my panties aside and gliding up and down my folds. He sucks in a breath and growls low in his throat. His touch is such sweet relief, I want to cry. My pussy throbs with each stroke of his rough fingers.

Ethan growls, too, and another stinging blow lands on my skin. My body’s on fire, caught between the intensity of the ruler and Callan’s hands, teasing my breasts into a painful ache of need and then dipping into my panties again. I start to reach for Callan, but Ethan slaps me harder.

“Did I tell you to move?” he growls.

“No, sir.”

“Hands against the wall until I say so.” Ethan rises and places the measuring device on the chair.

I’m trembling with need as I stand in the perfect place, sandwiched between two of the strongest, most powerful mates. I can smell their arousal, the scent of sweat and musk of desire on them, and I want to scream with wanting them. Palms pressed into the plaster, my legs open wider as I writhe in place.

Ethan rubs my ass with sweet, tender caresses while ducks between me and the wall and sucks on my nipples.

I moan in pleasure.

Ethan uses his hand to slap my backside.

His palm stings my raw skin while he pushes his cock against my hip.

“I think you’ve earned your reward now, Miss Wolf,” Ethan says. He withdraws and crosses the room to the bed.

Already, I miss him. I turn my head to see where he’s going.

He plunks on the edge of the bed.“Come over here and sit on my cock, facing away from me. Then suck my brother’s dick at the same time.”

Saliva fills my mouth as I step toward him.

He turns me to face Callan, grabs my hips, and positions my wet folds over his rigid erection. Then, he guides me down his length.

We both groan as he fills my slick pussy to my depths.

Callan watches for only a moment, then grabs my hair and pulls me forward. He guides his cock into my mouth and begins to pump into me while Ethan thrusts into me from behind.