Chapter 2

Chapter

Two

W hat the hell was happening? I ought to just shoot out both of his kneecaps and send him home to Galveston. But now she was naked, and there was no hiding how wildly aroused she was. Travis Nichols had been the star of her fantasies ever since she'd been old enough to have them. He was tall with the well-developed, muscular physique that was common to alpha wolves. He had tawny colored hair like a lion, worn a little bit longer than was the fashion. But it worked for him; he had a glorious mane that was most often covered by a Stetson. Tonight, there was no hat, and his tangle of locks gave him a wild, untamed look.

Skylar left her clothes where they'd fallen but brought her holstered gun over to the bed and placed it on the wooden crate he had fashioned into a nightstand.

He reached out his hand to her. "Come here."

His voice sounded like the finest aged whiskey she'd ever sipped. Even his damn voice made her body come alive with need and wanting. She couldn't understand why she was suddenly so shy. She was always confident in her looks and had never minded being naked. She had her mother's lush curves and naturally curly blonde hair.

"You're beautiful, Skylar. You must know that."

"Look, Travis, I've never… I mean I'm not a virgin, but for women it's kind of a big thing and like it was for your mother, you'll be my first wolf. Can't we just call it a day and talk this over in the morning?"

"No, I don't make idle threats or break promises. I told you, you're getting spanked and will stand in the corner where I will claim you as mine. I'm willing to give you a pass on the soaped mouth, as I figure it's been a while since anyone tried to make you behave. But that's as far as I'll go."

He extended his hand to her. Taking a deep breath, she took it and let him guide her over his knee. She could not only hear the deep rumbling coming from his chest, but she could feel it washing over her. She knew he was trying to make this easier for her and it was working, except that it served to reinforce her feeling of being trapped. She hesitated and he gave her hand a little tug, tipping her over his one hard thigh while he closed his leg behind hers and positioned her body where he wanted it. With shaking hands, she clutched his leg.

"Travis, please?" she asked.

She hated that her voice was bordering on pleading. She knew the spanking would hurt, but that wasn't what worried her. What worried her was that by submitting to this punishment, she was capitulating completely to Travis and his authority. Yet she wanted and needed it in a way that terrified her. She felt his cock beneath her stomach throbbing in anticipation and knew that he meant to take her as a dominant alpha wolf took his mate when she had displeased him. It wasn't as if she was a virgin, except that she'd never been fucked by a wolf. And she had never allowed any man to fuck her in any position other than missionary or with her on top.

Travis caressed the smooth skin of her ass. It had been a long time since she'd been spanked. Her father was, according to every male wolf in their pack including her older brother, was overly indulgent where she was concerned. She knew in her soul that while he would care for her, Travis would expect her obedience and would discipline her when he didn't get it.

Without warmup, preamble, or warning, his hand came crashing down on her ass. Pain, heat, and sound all flared in the same instant. God, she'd forgotten how much that hurt. Before the thought had time to finish, his hand struck again. He hadn't been kidding—he meant to ensure she knew just how pissed he was and that he was establishing dominance in their relationship.

Tears welled in her eyes as he spanked her. He'd threatened not to stop until he had her in tears and yet she couldn't let them fall.

"Fight all you like, but this doesn't stop until you're crying."

Her skin had become overly sensitized as he moved his hand around, ensuring that he covered her entire backside. She would swear later she'd been able to feel the tiniest updraft of air before his hand came down each time, smacking her bottom and sending a painful burning feeling radiating from the site. He spanked her again and again, which sent that sweet heat to suffuse her system and fuel her desire.

Travis continued to inflict his discipline, and the pain lit up all of her synapses and sent her arousal into a spiral that threatened to make her come as he blistered her ass. She clutched at his leg as the tears started to fall. Over and over, he spanked her bare bottom. She knew when he was done it would be swollen and red, and God help her, her pussy would be weeping with need. But the tears weren't just about the pain, they were about the fear she'd felt when the unsub had had them dead to rights. It was only Travis's quick reaction to fling the garbage can lid at the perp that had made him run. It had given her the time she'd needed to get her gun out and fire.

"Are we clear about the rules and the consequences for breaking them?" he asked in a calm voice as he stilled his hand on her soft globes, holding the heat in for a moment before caressing her again.

"Yes, Travis."

"Sir, when you're being punished."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl. You have the most beautiful ass," he said as he slid his hand between her legs and felt the wealth of slick pooled at the entrance of her core. "And so wet from your spanking. What a good mate you are. We're going to do well together."

She wished she could deny him. Wished she could tell him she wasn't ripe and ready for his possession. His fingers parted the petals of her sex, gently stroking her labia before tickling her clit. Skylar moaned.

"That's my beautiful mate. Now go stand in the corner. Put your hands on the wall, feet spread, and your bottom pushed out."

"I don't remember JD making me stand like that."

He chuckled. "I imagine you weren't naked and aroused; and he damn sure didn't want to admire his handiwork and look at your pretty pussy… But JD was your beta and part of his responsibilities to the pack is the discipline of she-wolves. There is no sexual component for a beta. But I'm not your beta. I am your lord, master, alpha, and above all, your fated mate. Go stand in the corner and we'll finish this. Otherwise, I'll assume you haven't learned your lesson and will go back to the spanking. Is that what you want?"

"No, Trav… Sir. No, Sir."

He helped her up off his knee and turned her to face him so he could cup and palm her breasts, brushing her distended tips with his fingers before pinching her nipples, sending an erotic jolt straight to her pussy. Her knees threatened to buckle, not from pain but from pure pleasure.

"Travis. Sir. Can't we just get into bed and fuck?"

"No. Go stand in the corner. Obey me," he said in a deep, resonant growl which spoke more of his own need than any kind of anger.

She took a deep breath and went to stand in the corner to wait for him. He didn't keep her waiting long.

"Your ass is the most glorious shade of red," he said as he grasped her hips.

She tried to pull away, but he held her fast. He wrapped one arm around her, trapping her between the cold brick wall and the warm flesh of his body. Between the hold he had on her and the wall, there was no place to go. The dark growl in her ear told her he meant to take what he believed to be his. She felt him undo the buttons of his Levi's with his other hand. Each time he tore one open, his knuckles grazed her well-punished backside.

His cock sprang free, and he wrapped his hands around her hips, his staff parting her labia before it came to rest against the opening to her wet heat.

"You're mine, Skylar. Mine," he growled as he shoved his cock to her depth in one long, hard thrust that forced her up onto her toes. She clawed at the wall as she cried out in surrendered climax. "Good girl," he crooned as he drove into her and then dragged himself back, only to plunge into her again.

Travis was a strong, powerful lover who knew how to set a rhythm and pace that sent her over the edge again and again. He pounded into her, pummeling her pussy with a relentlessness that left her calling his name as she orgasmed. He gave her no respite as he continued to fuck her hard, grunting and groaning in her ear.

His hips slammed into her punished backside, reminding her all too well that her mate—no, she refused to admit he was her mate, he was just a wolf—knew how to fuck as well as he knew how to spank. In both instances he was in complete and utter control and all she could do was yield to him and respond. Almost the instant he drove into her, he'd pull back and slam inside her again, hammering her delicate flesh with his cock. He filled her completely, stretching her inner walls as he ensured she was well aware that he was the dominant partner.

Heat and desire flared and spread through her system like wildfire. There was no stopping him, no fighting him. And the worst thing was she no longer wanted to. She tried to catch his rhythm, but he held fast and growled at her.

"Travis!" she screamed.

"You. Are. Mine," he said, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. "And you call me Sir when you're being disciplined, and in case you missed it, this, my mate, is part of your discipline."

"Yes, Sir. Please, Sir. I need you," she said, her body collapsing into his hands.

He rammed into her several more times before she finally felt his entire body stiffen and his cock began to bathe the ravaged walls of her pussy with his creamy essence. He seemed to be flooding her cunt, filling her to capacity and beyond. When it was finally over, he kept one hand on her hip and the other leaned against the brick wall as he too gulped for air.