“Oh, yes. I think that’s fair. Don’t you?” Nash crawls up on the bad and I scurry back until I hit the headboard, but he just chuckles and keeps coming toward me. He grabs my legs and yanks me toward him, then flips me onto my belly.
“No, no, no,” I protest. “I don’t think that’s fair.”
“No?” He pulls my pants down in one quick yank, taking my underwear with them. My pants are gathered around my knees now, but my bottom is on full display and I’m more than a little curious about what Nash plans to do now.
“No. I don’t think I need a punishment. I mean, we talked about it already. Forgive and forget, right?” I chuckle, but then Nash’s hand comes down hard on my backside and I squeak in surprise.
“But punishments are so much fun,” he murmurs.
“Your hand is too big.”
“All the better to spank you with,” he growls, and swats me a few more times. His hand comes down hard and soon my butt is warm. I imagine my soft, pale skin is now bright pink, but I don’t ask. I’m not sure if I want to know.
“It hurts,” I whisper, still feigning protest, but the truth is that the warm swats are settling between my legs. The warmth he’s offering is spreading across my skin and I want more.
Nash has never been like this in bed before and I want to find out what happens next.
“Do you know how wolves like to fuck their mates, Red?”
“How?”
Nash doesn’t answer me with his words. Instead, he drags a finger through my pussy lips which are soaking wet, betraying my words. He
doesn’t stop touching me, though. He brings his finger higher, further back, between my bottom cheeks.
Then he slips a finger inside.
“Nash!” I squeak, but he begins to massage my bottom, kneading my cheeks, and I immediately relax into the bed. What is he doing to me? I can imagine what he wants to do, but that’s not what I was expecting him to do. I thought he’d jokingly swat my ass, then flip me over and make love to me.
I didn’t expect this raw, dirty side of him tonight.
“When two shifters mate,” he reaches up and rips my shirt off, tearing the fabric in half. “Their first time together as a mated couple is like this. We’re all just animals at heart, Red. Even humans are.” His nails slide down my spine and then I feel them sharpen. Did he shift his hands? My suspicions are confirmed a moment later when I feel his fur brush against my back.
This doesn’t frighten me, though. Somehow, it makes me even more wanton and push backwards, into his hands.
I feel his hands morph back to normal and he peels my pants and panties the rest of the way off. Now I’m naked, save for my torn shirt and bra that are still pressed between my stomach and the bed.
“What happens next? Once the groom has spanked his beautiful bride, I mean.” My words come out thick, heavy. I want his cock in me now. I don’t want to wait any longer. Images of wolves mating their darling brides fill my head and I realize the rest of the pack knows exactly how Nash is fucking me right now.
That doesn’t bother me as much as it should. Somehow, it feels right that they know. It makes me feel wanton and a little bit naughty as I wiggle my ass on the bed, waiting for Nash to take his prize.
He moves up and uses his knee to spread my legs.
“I’m going to fuck you here,” he says, running his finger along my asshole once more.
“What?” I squeak. I thought he was going to fuck me from behind. “You won’t fit.”
Nash only chuckles and positions himself over me. He leans down and swipes his tongue over my skin. I moan with pleasure, wanting more, needing more. I haven’t come yet and despite the fact that I’m a little nervous about anal, I’m also a little excited.
How wrong is that?
This is dirty, naughty, bad.
This is what the good girls don’t do.
“We need, um, lubricant,” I manage to say, and he begins biting and nipping at my back, kissing, sucking, and licking his way down my body.
“You’re right,” he says. “We do need lubricant.” I wait quietly, expecting him to grab a bottle of lube from nearby, but he doesn’t.