Jared
I scent the moment Angelina enters the club. You might say that’s impossible in a club filled with over one hundred moving, sweating bodies, but it’s true.
My wolf instincts kick into high gear and I whirl around, turn predator the moment I catch sight of her.
Oh fates, she’s wearing those short shorts. And a fucking halter top. The kind that ties right between her breasts and leaves nothing to the imagination.
Which can only mean one thing-she wants me to spank her again.
Heat coils in my belly, streaks down my spine. I stalk through the club.
She’s not a wolf, but her instincts are still good. She turns in my direction and we lock eyes. Her hair is in goddamn pigtails tonight, beautiful auburn fountains where she usually wears the cinnabons.
The second I get to her, I reach my hands under her armpits. She somehow intuits exactly what I’m going to do, because she springs up, her lithe little dancer’s body attaching itself to mine, muscular legs wrapping around my waist.
“Hi ladies.” I wink at her friends. “I’m going to borrow your girl for just a few minutes.”
One of them waggles her brows while the other gives us the wiggly finger wave. “Have fun!”
I carry her right back to the storeroom. The place where this all started. I’m praying it doesn’t remind her of how we left things after I got her off. Because I only want to make my girl hot right now.
The door doesn’t lock, but I carry her back behind the stacks of boxes, where no one will see us, even if they come in. “Baby, what are you wearing?” I growl.
She grins up at me, pure impish pleasure on her beautiful face.
My hands coast all over her ass, around the curves, between her legs, under the shorts. “You’re going to have my handprints all over this ass for all to see. Is that what you wanted, baby?” I nip her shoulder, flick her earlobe with my tongue.
She gives one of those sweet blushes. “I didn’t think about that part.”
“Oh you didn’t?” I rub firmly between her thighs, make her dampness soak through her satin panties. “But you knew you’d get spanked, right?”
She lifts her face to mine, her breath warm on my face. “Oh, I knew.” Damn that husky tone makes me want to throw her over a couple boxes and pound into her until she screams.
A little more finesse, buddy.
“You’re making it hard for me, baby. I really want to mark you so every fucker out there knows you belong to me.” I’m palming her ass with both hands, kneading the firm flesh with a hard, possessive grip.
A moment of insecurity flashes in her eyes and I curse our fucking situation. If she were a wolf, she’d already be marked. Permanently.
“But I don’t want to embarrass you, either.” I yank her up over the bulge in my pants and let her slide back down to her feet slowly. “So maybe I’ll settle for a good, hard fuck. And a few spanks where they can’t see them.”
“Mmm.”
“Jesus, Angelina, do you have any idea what you do to me?”
“Um…”
“Do you?” I growl, spinning her around. I open her shorts and shove them, with her panties, down her legs.
“Y-yes?”
“You do?” I pull her hands behind her back and pin them with one hand. Putting my foot up on a box of wine, I fold her torso over my knee and smack her ass. “Let’s see…” I lay three hard smacks right in the middle of her cheeks. “They won’t see here.” Three more.
She lets out a cute little gasp and moans.
I stroke between her legs. Juicy wet. Pure heaven. Need slams through me even harder, but I push it back.
“They won’t see here.” I slap her pussy.
“Oh God, Jared. Please.”
Oh God, Angelina. And shifters don’t even worship the god with a capital G. But hearing her beg me in that needy tone does something crazy to my insides. I have a finger wedged inside her before I even decide to do it. She struggles against my hold on her wrists, grinding her hips back into me to take my digit deeper.
I pull my finger out and slap her pussy again. “No, I said a hard fuck. That’s what this naughty pussy deserves. Tempting me all over again when I just fucked her raw a few hours ago.”
I slap her ass a few more times, then pick her up and sit her on top of a stack of boxes, waist height. Eyes glazed, she spreads her knees wide for me.
“That’s right,” I growl, freeing my erection from my jeans. “Spread those milky white thighs wider. Show me where I’m going to pound.”
She reaches down and spreads her pussy wide with her fingers and I nearly cum all over my hand.
“Fuck, Angelina. How in the hell do you think I’m going to keep my sanity tonight? Knowing this sweet little pussy’s hiding right there, under those shorts?” I fumble to get a condom on.
She rubs herself and whimpers.
I grab her wrist. “Uh uh. Mine.” I line up with her entrance and ease in. “Mine, mine, mine, mine.” I slap my loins into the cradle of her legs, getting deep inside her.
She’s tippy on the boxes, and she grabs my forearms to keep from falling back.
I growl and shove another stack of boxes behind the one she’s on, lay her back. “How’s that baby?”
“P-perfect.” Her teeth chatter with my thrusts, because I can’t stop giving it to her hard, marking her in the only safe way I can.
“Squeeze those nipples. Pinch them hard. This is punishment, baby. Daddy’s going to make it hurt before I make it better.”
She laughs, throaty and sweet. “Too late. It’s already good… so good.”
I can’t help but smile back, because she’s so damn adorable. Sweat gathers at my brow and my muscles strain, but I don’t ever want it to stop. “Guess I’ll have to fuck your ass again when we get home,” I threaten.