Maybe I would have claimed her more gently if she didn’t beg for it… but probably not.
After watching over this world for millennia, a girl wandering in the woods should have been of no interest to me. But the moment I saw her bathing in a stream, I knew Emma was mine.
I kept myself from throwing her over a fallen tree and ravaging her… but only for a few hours.
If she had been obedient, I might have held instinct at bay a little longer. It was the scent of her helpless arousal as I reddened her bare bottom that tore away the last vestiges of my self-control.
But it would have made no difference in the end.
Sooner or later, she was always going to scream my name as I mounted and rutted her.
A beast must claim his mate.
Author: Sara Fields
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Length: 62,000 words
His hand drew forward and I looked at the torn remnants of my panties. He had laid them so that the gusset of my panties was fully displayed in his palm.
“Tell me, what do you see?” he pressed, and I tried to shut my thighs instinctually. He didn’t allow that.
I swallowed hard, staring at the light pink fabric. There was a large patch that was stained a much darker pink, clear evidence that his rough manhandling had made me very wet.
Fuck. Would he really do it? Would he really take me bent over this log with my pants pulled down to my knees?
I clamped my lips shut and he released my arm, only to slap it down hard on my right bottom cheek. I yelped in surprise at the sound. It was so much louder than before and when the sting of it finally reared its head, its sharpness took my breath away.
“A spanking on this perfect little ass will hurt much more now that I’ve bared it. You will answer me and tell me what you see on those pretty panties unless you want to find out what that feels like,” he warned.
I shivered, feeling the full effect of that single smack on my barer skin now.
“Although, I must say, it’s far more enjoyable to watch my mark rise on your skin,” he mused, and my clit throbbed that much harder. I was having far more trouble keeping myself still now. All I wanted to do was grind against his thigh so that I could come.
“Please,” I pleaded.
I tried to summon my fury back, but it had seemingly wilted and faded away into nothingness. The only thing left was my burning arousal. Would he really fuck me like he said he would?
“What. Is. This,” he demanded, and I opened my lips, trying to find the words to answer. My focus was narrowed in on the panties and for a moment, words failed me. My shame compounded, swallowing my voice and claiming it hostage. My cheeks burned hot, and I was thankful that he couldn’t see just how much of an effect he was having on me.
I paid for my silence when he slapped my left bottom cheek hard. I yelped and squirmed against him.
“It’s a wet spot,” I finally managed to say, wanting to avoid any more stinging smacks to my backside. My core was spiraling with heat, and I was practically shaking with my desire. Without meaning to, I rolled my hips and ground my clit against his thigh. A powerful jolt of pleasure raced through me and when he chuckled knowingly, I groaned with sheer mortification.
“You’ve soaked through your panties, naughty girl,” he whispered, and my hips rolled once again. If I could get out of here, I could finish myself off with my fingers. He wouldn’t need to know how much I wanted to come right now.
“Please don’t do this,” I begged again.
He brought my panties closer to my lips and I tried to pull back, but he didn’t give me even an inch as he forcibly rubbed that soaked fabric back and forth across my lips. It was still warm.
I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.
“Taste yourself,” he demanded, and another delicious blossom of pleasure pierced through me as I ground against his thigh.
“No, I can’t,” I squeaked, and his hand slapped my ass hard twice in a row, making me yelp at the burning sting.