Page 37 of Collared Mate

“Nothing,” I moan. He heard me. He knows what I want. I can feel his cock pressing against my hip, and I know he wants this too.

“Oh, I think it was something,” he says, pressing his fingers against my clit and giving me a few firm circular rubs before sliding them away again. “I think you want me to breed you, and I think you’re going to have to be a much better behaved girl if that’s going to happen.”

“Fuck!” I curse again. “Stop being an asshole about this.”

He chuckles at my frustration. “You’re not going to swear me into fucking you, sweetheart,” he says. “My god, what a spoiled little girl you’ve turned into.”

He slides his hand away from my pussy, shifts me a little on his lap to get me back into place, and starts spanking my ass again. This time it’s harder, and almost all the slaps land right on the sensitive flesh at the apex of my thighs and cheeks. He is forcing me against his lap over and over with hard strokes that give me jolts of sensation every time my clit rubs against his thigh.

“You might be able to come like this,” he muses. “You’re so wet from being spanked, naughty girl.”

He doubles down as I whine some pointless denial, his palm peppering my cheeks with a barrage of slaps that increase in tempo and intensity until he is whipping me so hard I emit one continuous wail as the energy in my clit starts to peak and I realize he’s right, he is going to be able to spank me to orgasm, and it’s going to feel incredible and hurt like hell, and I want it, I hate it, I need it, and I’m going to fucking come.

He slides his hand beneath me and rubs my clit with fast, demanding, perfectly polished motions, like he knows exactly how my body works and how my burning sore ass and the tears running from my eyes and my dripping pussy all mean that I am ready to climax.

I come hard, not knowing if this is punishment or reward, or pain or pleasure, and not really caring which of the many it is.

“Naughty girl,” he chides with gruff affection as I lose control on his hand, my whole body contracting and contorting as the orgasm he insisted I have rips through me.

Before I am even remotely finished, he picks me up from his lap and bends me over the dresser. My legs are weak and this position is a little awkward, but I think he intends that, too. He wants me to feel my knees shaking and my legs trembling as he wraps one arm around my hips as my shoulders and face rest on the tall dresser.

His cock finds my pussy and he thrusts into me. Hard.

He fucks me with competently rough strokes, his hips hitting the tender spanked regions of my ass and thighs while I writhe on his cock, my orgasm subsiding and then being stoked all over again with his pounding cock.

As his knot starts to form, he pulls me away from the standing position and carries me back to the bed, laying me on my back, so my spanked ass is pressed against the coverlet. He covers my body with his and proceeds to pound me into the mattress until I am squealing and begging for mercy I do not want and he is snarling with impending orgasm.

His knot is getting thicker and I feel my pussy stretching around him and I know that he is about to do exactly as he said and breed my pussy again. After all the years of a loveless, sexless marriage, being wrapped in the carnal embrace of a wolf who wants me so fucking much he wants to come in me no matter what I’ve done makes me feel so very loved.

He hasn’t said the words. I haven’t either. But I feel them as he looks into my eyes and holds me close, wrapping one arm around under my neck to snug me up as my legs wrap around his powerful waist and his cock sluices inside me, stretching my tight, ravaged pussy in preparation for his seed.

I feel deeply connected to him. This is what they mean when they say you know when you’ve met your soulmate. It’s like he’s part of me, and I am part of him. The connection goes beyond the physical and feels like a part of me has changed forever. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and I know instinctively I’ll never feel it again. This is it. This is the one.

“Good girl, good girl,” he praises with each of his last rutting thrusts before climax. His eyes are so intensely locked on mine, filled with lust, dominance, and the kind of affection you can only get from a man who loves you with everything he is.

I thought the mate bond was bullshit they sold young shifter girls to get them to hook up early and breed more shifter babies, but by the moon herself, it’s true. It is everything they said and more.

Henry comes, his knot inflating so much I can barely move without making him groan. He pins me in place and grunts a strained command for me not to move while his seed fills me up. I am being used and taken, and my body is going to… I can’t even think about that without tremors running through me that cause Henry to throw back his head and emit a very masculine moan. My body is going to swell with new life one day because he breeds me.

For a long time, we lie there in animal silence until his cock softens and slides from me. I feel an ache and a sense of emptiness as his body leaves mine.

He rolls onto his back, his forehead covered in sweat. His first words to break the silence remind me of what we were doing here in the first place. I’d almost forgotten.

“Have you learned your lesson?” His voice is deep and gruff as he addresses the question to the ceiling.

I let the question hang for a moment before answering it in the lightest, sweetest, most feminine tone I have.

“No.”

He groan-laughs, his forearm over his face for a moment before he turns his head to look at me. “I will whip your ass again if you talk to my pack like that. And maybe I’ll end up fucking you, and maybe you’ll come, but I swear to god, Fiona. You will learn.”

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but that’s one of the hottest things he has ever fucking said. Something in the tone, I think. Or maybe it’s the way he’s so certain that he’s going to get me to behave even though there’s absolutely no evidence to suggest he can do that.

“Stop grinning like that and come here, brat,” he growls, reaching out for me and snugging me back close to his big body. I don’t know when he took his shirt off. Must have pulled it free when he was fucking me up against the dresser maybe. Regardless of when that happened, it’s off now, and I can rest my head on his shoulder, my arm over his waist.

“Henry…”

“Yes?”