“Oh? Why’s that?” He asked with raised eyebrows. From the amused look on Griffin’s face, he was enjoying my embarrassment.
“Because…because,” I sputtered, trying to come up with an explanation, “I’ve never been spanked before!”
“Good,” Griffin practically purred, “Then I’m sure this will teach you your lesson.” He started to move closer to me, but I shoved my hand into his chest to stop him. I knew my strength was no match for his, but
Griffin still stopped.
“Isn’t there…some other way you can punish me?” I practically had to force the word ‘punishment’ out of my mouth – it felt like d*rty to say it.
“Well, there are other ways…but you’re not ready yet,” Griffin said, “Now, enough stalling. It’s time, little fox.”
Before I could do any more arguing, Griffin grabbed my arm and pulled me over his lap in one fell swoop. I had no chance to fall over him, my chest and legs digging into his thighs. Oh my God.
He’s really going to spank me.
For a moment, all I could do was chastise myself for not wearing pants. Why had i worn a dress for my date with Aiden?
At the time, it had felt light and airy for California’s warm breeze, but now, it was just going to give Griffin easy access.
“Griffin!” I yelped when I felt one of his large hands brush over my clothed a*s.
“Do you know what it felt like when I learned you were trying to run from me?” Griffin asked, his hands flittering over my thighs and lower back, “I was in the middle of a meeting when one of my escorts mind- linked me. He told me you were at the entrance, trying to leave with one of the guests. He asked me if I wanted him to detain you.”
My breath hitched. So, Griffin had known about me leaving. The escort knowing my name…it all made sense now. He’d known from the start.
“You knew?” I breathed. “Why didn’t you stop me?” From the position I was lying in, it was too much of a strain to see Griffin’s face.
“I thought about it,” he said, “After waiting for you so long, I couldn’t believe you would just leave like that…leave me behind like you’d never even met me.” There was obvious pain in his voice and I felt my heart constrict.
I hadn’t known that leaving would Griffin. Well, that wasn’t completely true. I had known it would hurt him but not this deeply. I had told myself that Griffin would just move on from me, forget about me even… that was an easier thought to stomach. But it had been a delusion. I had been around enough mates in my life to know they didn’t move on from each other. I”
“But I also thought about how stubborn you were. You’d been fixating on this idea that we weren’t meant for each other, that I’d find someone more suitable,” he continued, “And I realized that I needed to prove you wrong. There are some people that you can tell things and they listen. And there are some people that only listen when they’ve been shown something. You’re the second type, little fox. That’s why I decided to let you leave with that girl. I wanted you to think you could get away, that I’d maybe even forget about you ~ and then I’d hunt you down and bring you back.”
Ilaid there, processing his words. “How did you find me?” I finally asked.
“Iwaited a couple of days after you left to start hunting you,” he said, “and then I went to your father’s pack. I didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to just go home – and I was right. But I thought maybe he’d know where you had gone, have some sort of idea. When he didn’t, I sent out the werewolf-version of a missing person’s report.”
Iopened my mouth to ask what that meant but he continued before I could, “As the King, I can mindlink any wolf in the world. I mindlinked every Alpha in North America with your description and let them know Iwas looking for you. They spread word to their packs, and after a week or so, I got word of you. Some female wolf in this kitschy California town found you at a coffee shop of all places.”
I couldn’t suppress my gasp. The coffee shop? Amber!
It must’ve been her. She was always my barista and she’d always look at me weird. She told me that I reminded her of someone.
“And that’s when I came to find you,” he said, and one of his hands tightened on my thigh. Not painful but firm. “Only to see my mate on a date night with someone who isn’t me.” I* ) “Tt wasn’t a date,” I corrected him, “He was just an old friend that wanted to see a movie.” I wasn’t sure why I felt so strongly about making sure Griffin knew it wasn’t a date –
maybe I was just trying to save my own a*s. Pun intended.
“Oh, it wasn’t?” He asked, disbelief in his voice. “So you didn’t k*ss him? You weren’t physical with him at all?
“No, no,” I said, “I would never!” “and why not?”
My brain went blank. Why hadn’t I done anything with Aiden? He was cute, had seemed interested in me, and most likely would have reciprocated if I’d made a move.
“L know why you didn’t,” Griffin said, his voice low, “It’s because you knew you were mine, Maybe not consciously, but deep down, you did. You knew you had a mate coming after you, you knew you had me.”
I wanted to tell him that he was wrong, that had nothing to do with why I hadn’t made a move on Aiden, but I couldn’t.
Because each time Id tried to think about Aiden romantically, Griffin’s face had flashed in my mind.
“You’re still mine, little fox. You always will be. Till the day I die. You can’t run from me, there is no denying the connection between us.”
Griffin fl*pped up my dress and exposed my pantied a*s. I wasn’t wearing anything overly s*xy – just plain black panties.
“We belong to each other, little fox. And now I’m going to remind you.”
I barely had time to process his words before I felt the first slap on my a*s. It was fast and stung so much that I gasped.
“Don’t worry,” Griffin said, and his voice was huskier than it had ever been before, “I’ll go easy on you this time. I won’t even make you count or call me Daddy.”
His words should’ve disgusted me, turned me off, embrarrassed me – done anything but send a thrill a straight to my core.
God, is this actually turning me on right now?
I didn’t have much time to think about it because Griffin spanked me again. This was even harsher, but when he massaged the spot he’d spanked immediately after, I almost groaned in relief.
This happened eight more times. He’d deliver a harsh, stinging slap and then gently rub the bruised skin. But as my punishment went on, I realized something unexpected was happening to me ~ I was getting tumed on.
It hurt but each slap sent a new thrill to me. There was a warmth in my belly that I’d only ever felt late at night, with my hand under the covers. By the time he’d delivered the last smack – the tenth one – my fingers were digging into his thigh.
But it wasn’t from pain or fear, it was to prevent me grinding against his legs – from turning the warmth in my belly into release.
God, what is this man doing to me? He just fl*pped me over his knee and spanked me and I actually liked it.
Griffin pulled me off his lap and into his arms. My face was red with humiliation or embarrassment or lust…or some combination of all three. Either way, I couldn’t bare to look him after he’d just spanked me so I dug my face into his chest.
Even worse, Griffin’s heightened senses meant he must’ve known how much I actually liked it.
“It’s okay, little fox. You don’t need to be ashamed about liking it,” he comforted me, his hand stroking my hair, “I knew you would.”
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