Page 26 of Loving the Lion

He drew back his hand and slapped it against her right cheek. She jerked but didn’t pull away. In fact, her hips ululating as if trying to find his hand. Again, he smacked her. She groaned into the mattress, her fists clenched beneath her. He knew her nipples would be hard and aching, just as her clit. He raised his other hand and landed a blow across her left cheek. His dick throbbed between his legs. He wanted to slam inside her, fuck her until they were both raw and sated.

But first…

He gave each check three more strokes, enjoying the moans she made, the scent of her desire filling the air around him.

“Do you promise not to disobey me ever again?”

When she didn’t answer right away, he grew concerned. Her breathing was labored, and he cursed himself for doing this today. The doctor had given her a clean bill of health, but perhaps this had been too much, too soon.

Damn his lack of control. “Sally.” He was just about to move away and turn her over to when he heard her voice, low and soft.

“I can’t promise that, Bachar. You are very old-fashioned in some respects, and I’m a strong, independent woman. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Oh, baby, you could never disappoint me.” He turned her on her back, leaning over her. “And I didn’t mean to frighten you just now.”

“You didn’t,” she hastily reassured him. “It’s just that, these last few weeks have been wonderful.”

She didn’t need to say anything else. He heard the doubt in her voice and cursed himself. He laid down beside her and drew her into his arms, pushing back the dark covering of hair from her face. “First, let me make it perfectly clear that you can never be a disappointment. But also let me make if perfectly clear that if you do something foolish again—”

“Like getting kidnapped?” she interrupted him. “Hardly, my fault.”

Bachar gave a deep growl. “Do something foolish enough as to disobey—”

She interrupted him again. “Disobey? Sure you want to use that word, big boy?”

“Shut up and let me finish, woman.”

“Okay.” She blinked up at him with wide eyes, and he cursed again.

“If you ever do anything as foolish as disobey me when it comes to your safety and wellbeing, I will bend you over my knee and in front of the entire pride and any other damn shifters I can find. Do I make myself perfectly clear, mate?” He gripped the back of her head and brought her face close.

“Yes, Alpha.” She breathed the words and then licked her lips.

“Damn it, Sally.”

“What?” She licked her lips again, knowing exactly what it did to him to see her full, red lips like that. “I agreed with you.”

“On your knees.”

It gave his ego a jolt when she obeyed him readily. “Are you going to spank me again?” She looked back over her shoulder that spark in her eyes that had been missing for the last few weeks back again.

“Do you think you deserve it?”

“Well, maybe.” She gave a little coltish flutter of her lashes.

He threw back his head and laughed. His life had taken such a turn that he was still a little dazed by it. Dazed by the passion and love he felt for this woman. For his mate.

He placed his palms on her reddened skin, rubbing slightly. He knew even that touch was somewhat painful but still sensual. Without giving her time to prepare he slapped his hand across her right cheek, then her left. She groaned and pressed her shoulders into the mattress, pushing her ass against his hands. He gave a hiss as he pulled her buttocks apart, exposing her to his gaze. Her pussy was now almost as bright red as her ass cheeks, she was so aroused.

“Do you want me to fuck you now, albi?”

“Yes, yes,” she almost screamed. “I need you now.”

“You are so beautiful.” He slid one finger through her juices before placing it in his mouth, licking it clean. “And you taste so damn good.”

Unable to hold off another moment, he bent down and put his mouth on her.

“Bachar!” His name was a sound filled with need and desperation, and she melted under his tongue. Soon he had her twisting and panting. He ran his tongue over her opening, sucking up the nectar that was dripping from her body. Over and over, he licked her, gathering every intoxicating drop. He then lowered his touch until his tongue slid over the swollen bud of her clit. He lingered there, rubbing against it with his tongue, much as he would his finger. Her hips bucked and he tightened his grip, pinning her in place as he loved her with his tongue.