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“Then let me explain, sweetheart.” He picks me up, his handscircling my waist. He proves his strength and agility by neatly flipping meover.

The world upends. I am staring at the ground, my naked asshigh in the air. I feel vulnerable, my body completely under his control. Ishiver in the slight chill. And then I howl because something sharp slaps thetender flesh of my backside. It lights up my skin like lightning. I kick,trying to get away.

Dante uses one big hand to hold me down. “No. You’re notgetting away from me. You’re going to accept your punishment.”

I do not like this punishment at all. Dante’s hand rainsdown on me. Over and over he smacks at my flesh. Tears prick at my eyes. Ithink about changing. If I change forms, he will not be able to hold me. Iconsider running, but something is happening. My flesh sparks when he strikes,but then he slows his slaps. In between, I begin to feel a sweet heat invadingmy flesh, as though the very cessation of pain turns into a sharp, achingpleasure.

It is not so bad. It is starting to feel like somethinggood.

“That’s right, love.” Dante’s voice is rich like the honeythat sometimes drips from beehives in summertime. “Relax. Take what I giveyou.”

His hand comes down again, slapping a fleshy part of my ass.This time his hand stays there, smoothing the hurt. The pain sinks in, and Ifeel a different ache begin.

“Shit, Kaja, baby, I can smell you. You’re getting wet.” Hisfingers delve into the crease of my ass. I moan at the touch. “You’re gettingwet and ready to be fucked.”

It does seem that way. I cannot control my response.

Dante slaps at my ass, harder this time. “I won’t fuck you.Not until you apologize sweetly and promise to never do it again.”

His fingers run down the seam of my ass, and I feel a gentletouch to my pussy. It makes me wiggle and writhe.

Another smack. This one echoes through the small cave. “Nomoving. This is my time.”

His time? It feels like my time. I struggle to breathe as heplays with me. His fingers burrow into my pussy, first one, and then two. Hetraces all of my female parts. I can feel myself getting wet. The juice seemsto come from somewhere deep inside. That place inside demands more, but I holdstill. The First wants me to remain still, to let him…play.

I like to play.

“Fuck, you’re so creamy and ready.” Dante groans as heslides a finger inside. Fucking. He calls it fucking. He is doing itwith his finger, but I can feel the hard line of his cock poking at my belly.It throbs beneath me, yet still he plays. “Tell me you want this, Kaj.”

I like when he calls me Kaj. It seems so sweet and familiar.It is something no one else ever called me. No one ever said my name, much lessgave me a sweet, secret name. “I want this.”

I am not certain I want to want it, though. It will onlymake things harder, but I cannot deny myself this pleasure. My heart, it seems,is as foolish as the pack said I myself am. My heart simply wants. My mind cansee the ache coming, but my heart demands what will surely hurt me in the end.

But at least, just once, I can pretend to be loved.

Dante spreads his knees apart and moves me between his legs.I find myself kneeling on the sand beneath him, looking up into his eyes. Ihold on to his knees to find some balance.

“Kaja, you know how I put my mouth on your pussy?” Dante’shands are restlessly stirring up my hair.

I glance down. His cock is thick and almost purple in thedim light. I stare at it, struck by its odd beauty. I have seen male partsbefore, but Dante’s is lovely and graceful, where the others were blunt andugly. I tentatively bring my hand up to touch it.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Dante murmurs. “Touch me.”

I let my fingers trace the line of his cock. It is soft. Iexpected roughness, but the skin is silky and smooth. My hand plays around thestalk. I can get my hand to close but barely. I put both hands on it, but thehead still rises well above my fists. The smooth stalk bulges into a thick,bulbous head. I watch, utterly fascinated, as a drop of white, thick fluidseeps from the head.

He wants me to taste him. He tasted me over and over thenight before. Now he wants to share that piece of himself with me. Emotionthreatens to choke me. No wolf would ever allow me to do this. They would neveroffer. They would know I would bite them, but Dante asks me to take his essencedeep inside me—into my pussy and my mouth.

I lean forward and breathe in his scent. He smells clean,but there is a divine musky smell that makes me want to huddle close to him. Iallow my tongue to come out, and I gently lick the drop seeping from his cock.

He tastes salty. It coats my tongue, and the minute I lapthe first drop up, another takes its place.

Dante stares down, his face tight. “Stop playing with me. Iwant your mouth on my cock. I want you to take it in your mouth.”

It does not look like it will fit into my mouth.

“Kaja,” Dante says, impatience dripping. “It would please meif you would try to take me into your mouth.”

I cannot refuse. I want to please him so badly.