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Dark Beast: A Fae Shifter Romance by Sara Fields – Extended Preview

“I don’t need your protection,” I spat. I was too angry to give him any headway. All I wanted to do was pull my pants back up, save what was left of my pride, and rub my sore bottom in the privacy of my own company.

He kicked my legs open and spanked my pussy cruelly several times. My sensitive flesh burned red hot from the sting of his palm and at that, I couldn’t keep my cries from escaping my lips. I tried to bring my thighs together so that I could protect myself, but his knee in between my legs quickly prevented that.

He slapped my pussy again as if he was simply reminding me that he could. I yelped and inadvertently bit the inside of my cheek.

Oh, fuck. It hurt so much more when he punished me there. I wanted to do anything to prevent it.

“There’s no need to be brave, my Layna. I’m here to protect you and if I have to spank this rebellious little ass and your tight little pussy bright red for you to accept it, I’m going to,” he snarled.

I sucked in a breath. The resolve in his voice was vicious. He meant each and every word. My entire being was yearning for me to trust him, but I had a lifetime of experience that fought against it. It wasn’t that simple.

“Why would you want to protect someone like me?” I answered weakly.

“Because you’re worth more than anything in the world, Layna. You deserve a chance to enjoy it and to be happy,” he replied. His hand cupped my bottom possessively. For a moment, I just reveled in the roughness of his touch, recalling how much I enjoyed feeling him touch me before he’d slipped his cock in between my thighs, the painful pleasure of his knot locking inside me and the incredibly hard orgasms he taken from me without remorse.

My body heated at the thought.

“Now, we have something to discuss, don’t we?”

“Please let me up,” I pleaded. I didn’t want a spanking. I just wanted him to fuck me.


“Ansiel,” I began, and his hand spanked me again.

“I need you to know how very serious I am, Layna,” he answered.

My core constricted anxiously. I licked my lips as his hand smoothed over my bare backside.

“You ran from me. If I hadn’t been there to rescue you, you would have died. Your punishment is going to reflect the gravity of that,” he continued.

The muscles of my backside flexed warily, and I swallowed apprehensively.

“Ansiel, I won’t run again,” I lied.

I just needed to get up so I could get away from him. Maybe I’d wait until he didn’t expect it. Maybe in the middle of the night even. I’d run faster and go somewhere he could never find me.

“I’m going to make sure of that,” he replied curtly.

It was at that point that my clit pulsed with desire, like it was asking for him to take me over his knee and give me the hardest spanking of my life. I pressed my thighs together, rubbing them against one another, realizing that they were soaked with my own arousal.

My body wanted this no matter how much my mind was fighting it.

“I don’t want a spanking,” I whined, feeling impossibly small with my bottom bare and vulnerable. The fact that it was the only part of me that was naked made it especially polarizing.

“It’s not up to you, little girl. You’re getting one whether you want it or not,” he replied firmly. I tried to push up off the log, but he pinned me back down.

He slapped my bottom hard.

“Maybe if you’re a good girl for your spanking and your switching, I’ll finish your punishment with a fucking. Maybe I’ll even let you come,” he mused. My core trembled with unease.

A switching?

There was no time for me to think about what was about to happen because it just started without any further warning. He spanked me far more firmly than ever before. His palm turned to stone, painting my bared ass with stinging agony in mere seconds. The slaps he’d given me before had just been a warning.

The real punishment had finally begun.

I turned my head toward him. He was still in his Fae form, which only meant that he was that much stronger. I didn’t stand a chance against him. I knew that. I also knew that this would likely end only when he decided it would, no matter what I did or said to try to stop it.

I was afraid that it would take my tears to make it end.

“You can run from me. You can hide, but I will always find you, my Layna. Do you know why?” he asked.

“No, sir,” I hollered, squeezing my eyes shut as he spanked me. There was no way to take a spanking like this gracefully, not when it hurt like this.

“Because you’re mine now and nothing you will do or say is going to change that,” he growled.

His palm caught the underside of my right cheek, and I kicked the ground, drumming it with my toes in an attempt to push out of his grasp. He hit the other side just as firmly then continued his descent onto my thighs. Those stung more than the rest and when I struggled more, he started punishing between my thighs. After three hard stinging slaps directly on top of my pussy, he paused and cupped me there. I wailed through the terrible sting that radiated across my punished folds.

“I know you’ve had to fight your whole life. I know you’ve learned not to trust anyone, but I need you to understand that I simply want to protect you for no other purpose than I think you deserve better. That I want to give you better,” he said firmly.

I wanted to believe him, but it was difficult.

“You will learn to trust me with time, but until then, I’m going to redden your defiant little backside every time you fight me, do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, cowed a little bit by the raw feeling I heard bleeding from between his words.

I wanted to trust him, but a part of me was afraid. I’d given into that urge for one night with him, but he wanted more. He was demanding more.

“Let me keep you safe. Let me help keep you alive,” he begged. His voice shook with emotion and his hand squeezed my sore pussy firmly enough to add to the cruel sting.

Did he really mean it? Could he?

There was the slightest spark of hope that flared to life inside me and I was reluctant to let it grow. Could I have a life where I didn’t have to look over my shoulder at every second? Could I settle down and have a life with him as my protector? Could I actually hope for more than that?

“I don’t…” I began, and he cut me off.

“You will not run from me again,” he scolded.

“I can’t promise…” I began but the harsh smack of his palm cut me off. He renewed my spanking with vigor, and I yelped at the blazing hot agony that flared across my pussy. He returned to punishing my backside. At once, the spanking became harder than I thought I could take. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to cope and take it stoically, but soon enough I was pleading for him to stop. I cried out with every smack, hating myself for showing him that the spanking was actually getting to me.

I felt like nothing more than a punished little girl.

“I won’t run!” I shrieked, but I didn’t really mean it.

I hoped that he would stop, but he didn’t pause for even a moment. I don’t know how he managed it, but the spanking grew even harsher. His palm was relentless as it punished every square inch of my skin. I twisted and turned my hips in an effort to avoid him, but his aim was impeccable.

“Please. I won’t run,” I tried again, thinking maybe he hadn’t believed me the first time. Maybe I would stay with him for a period of time and run when the time was right. Maybe I would give him a chance to show that he actually wanted to protect me. Maybe I would stay and just keep my guard up the whole time.

He attacked my thighs vigorously and I wailed. It was as if an entire hive of bees had stung my bare bottom. I sniffled and blinked back tears when he finally paused the punishment enough so that I could catch my breath.

“This is a good start, my Layna, but I don’t believe you. Not yet,” he said softly. I shivered, immediately sensing that I was in far more trouble than I realized.

“Please, sir,” I begged hoarsely, trying to appeal to whatever mercy I could. His fingers glided over my scorched flesh, and I sucked in a breath. Maybe my pleading had worked. Maybe this was over now.

I was wrong.

“You will wait here with your bright red ass on display while I fetch a switch,” he instructed. His hand released its hold on my lower back, no longer pinning me to the fallen log. My stomach pitched up into my throat.

“You don’t need to do that,” I whispered.

“Stay in position, Layna. Do not move or else I’ll make certain that you regret it,” he warned.

“Yes, sir,” I breathed, just trying to cope with the burning state of my bottom. I couldn’t help but whimper quietly, growing increasingly nervous with every passing second.

“Be a good girl for me,” he implored softly.

I heard his footsteps as he walked away. I could tell that he hadn’t gone very far, which strangely brought me comfort. Without him holding me down, I contemplated running. I’d have to stand up and pull up my pants over my scorched cheeks, which I could manage although it would hurt, and then I could sprint as fast as I could to get away. There was a very real chance that he would chase me and catch me.

But… there was also a chance that I could escape.

I was just pushing up from the log when I heard him clear his throat from somewhere behind me, like he’d been waiting for me to disobey him and I bit back a startled cry.

“Bad girl,” he murmured and suddenly his hand was back on me pushing me down. “You’re going to regret that.”

“Ansiel, please!” I begged and his palm returned to my ass with terrible vigor.

“I was planning on being gentle with you, but you don’t need gentle, do you, girl?”

I swallowed hard as my pussy clenched down violently.

“You need me to take control. You need me to show you exactly what it means to belong to me, even when it hurts,” he observed.

His fingers dipped down between my legs.

“Especially when it hurts,” he added, stroking his fingertips up and down my wetness as if he were showing me exactly what I needed. I didn’t want to accept it.

I trusted him to help me forget once. Maybe he would actually protect me. Maybe I could trust him after all.

“Sir,” I moaned.

“Lift your bottom for me. Show me that you can be a good girl for me,” he coaxed.

As much as I wanted to fight him, I did as he asked. Something cool pressed against my scalded cheeks, thin and long and terrible.

“That’s it,” he said softly.

He smoothed the rough branch over my ass, sliding it up and down as if he was warning me of what was to come.

“You ran from me once, my Layna. This next part is going to ensure that you never do it again,” he vowed, and I slammed my lips shut.

I heard the switch cut through the air and I keened with nervousness, but when it struck my naked flesh, I could do no more than gasp with shock.

Ansiel’s hand had hurt.

His belt had been even more painful.

The switch was far worse than the two combined.

A line of fire cascaded across my ass. It burned at first, but then it intensified as a welt started to rise on my skin. I tried to push up against the log, but he held me down and another terrible stroke followed. A third came and I was so overwhelmed by the terrible stinging agony that I lost count.

I begged. I pleaded. I said anything that I could think to say in hopes that the switching would end, but none of it worked.

He switched down the expanse of my naked backside, and he didn’t stop there. He thoroughly welted the backs of my thighs, taking no mind of my desperate cries for mercy.

Soon enough, there was nothing but the switch.

Nothing else mattered. My eyes watered and I squeezed them shut, trying to hold back tears even though I knew that it was useless.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I pleaded.

“I know, my Layna,” he answered softly.

The switch welted my backside even more harshly and the tears that I had been trying to prevent began to pour down my face. My breath hitched in the back of my throat and I started to sob.

“Please. I’m sorry. I won’t run again,” I wailed and this time I meant it.

“I want you to know that this is what you will earn if you run from me again and if you refuse to let me protect you. I only want to keep you safe. I want to give you a life that is yours,” he scolded.

“Yes, sir,” I cried.

“Open your thighs. I will finish your switching on your defiant little pussy to ensure that you never ever forget this lesson,” he instructed.

I sobbed harder, but I opened my legs obediently.

He pinned one leg over mine so that I couldn’t close my thighs.

“Please,” I cried out.

Real remorse coursed through my body.

“I want you to know that I care about you, my Layna. I know this is harsh and I know it hurts very much, but from the moment I first met you, I wanted to give you what the world had taken away. I want to give you a life,” he vowed.

His words cut deep into my soul.

“Why do you care about someone like me?” I sobbed.

“Because you are special, my Layna, and because I want you at my side as my mate,” he answered.

My entire body trembled.

Did he really mean that? Could he?

“You will let me do that, won’t you?” he coaxed gently.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now let’s finish your switching so that we can move onto your fucking.”

He flicked his wrist and the switch struck directly on top of my clit.

I keened from the stinging agony, but that didn’t stop him from striking me there four more times in quick succession. His aim was impeccable. Very quickly, he switched the rest of my pussy. I don’t know how many times, but my poor vulnerable flesh was on absolute fire by the time he was done.

He threw the switch down and gathered me in his arms. He forced me to curl into his lap as I sobbed, and I clutched at him in desperation.

He’d punished me to tears, which should have made me angry, but it only made me want to seek him out to make it better. He kissed the top of my head and I pressed myself against him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. I wanted to be as close to him as I could manage, and he hugged me so fiercely that it made my heart pound.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured.

“I forgive you. I understand why you ran, but you don’t have to do that. Not anymore,” he reassured me.

For the first time, I really believed him. For a long while, he just held me. His hands stroked up and down my back. He took care of me, soothing me and whispering soft words of encouragement and adoration that made my heart swell.

“You have me now, Layna. For now, and forever,” he vowed.

My heart melted.

Eventually, my tears dried completely. My pants were still around my ankles, caught up over the tops of my boots. My bottom and pussy ached from the lash, but all of that paled compared to the need between my thighs.

I was so impossibly wet. It was dripping down my thighs now. My clit was throbbing greedily, and my pussy kept tightening over and over again as I relived what just happened.

“It’s time for your fucking, little girl. I’m going to finish your punishment with my cock. You should know that your tight little pussy isn’t the only hole that’s going to be fucked,” he warned.

My eyes opened as wide as saucers. My core twisted hard with anxiety, but what shamed me was that it squeezed that much tighter with desire.

I wasn’t naïve. I knew he meant that he was going to take my ass.

“You can’t mean that,” I whispered.

“I mean every word, naughty girl,” he countered, and my cheeks heated with flame. He stood up and held me in one arm as he tossed my cape onto the ground.

My bottom hole tightened nervously. It would hurt when he took me there. I had no doubt, but what really spiked my anxiety is that my body continued to pulse with desire at being taken in such a shameful place.

I didn’t know if I could take it.

Too distracted by the train of my thoughts, I hardly noticed when he pinned me flat on my back. He pulled off my boots and my tangled pants, baring me from the waist down in one fell swoop. Swiftly, he ripped my shirt over my head, leaving me entirely naked beneath him.

Finally, I remembered myself and my instincts for self-preservation finally kicked in.

My hands reached down to his belt and closed in on the first thing I found. It felt like the hilt of a dagger, and I pulled it free. With impressive skill, I brought it up and angled it forward so that the edge of the blade was pinned against his throat.

The dagger was iron. Just the touch of the blade against his throat made his flesh sizzle. He sucked in a pained breath and didn’t move.

Fae were weak against iron. When cut with it, the wound would be resistant to healing, which made it one of the few ways that Fae could actually be killed. The problem was that some monsters were weak against it too, which meant that Ansiel had to keep one close just in case he needed it.

I’d taken advantage of that.

He cocked his head and met my eyes as he reached down and unclasped his belt. He didn’t pull away from the dagger even though there was a thin red line apparent where it had already bit into his flesh.

He unbuttoned his slacks and I glanced down, watching as he freed his cock anyway. I swallowed, suddenly feeling far more nervous.

“This is very, very naughty of you, Layna. You were a bad girl, and you know you deserve a fucking,” he chided gently. I pulled the edge away only slightly, watching his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he spoke.

“I don’t want you to fuck my bottom,” I mumbled, even though I didn’t really mean it. I wanted it to be the truth, but my clit was throbbing even harder at the thought of him turning me over and taking that tight little hole as hard as he wanted.

His cock brushed against my sore welted pussy, lining up with my entrance. The heat of his cockhead was overwhelming and the sudden yearning to have him sink inside me was all I could think about.

I’d come so hard the last time he fucked me.

His heat only seemed to stoke mine. Soon, every inch of my flesh was on fire with passionate need. My nerves sparked with want, tingling with electricity that was straining for release.

I did want him to fuck me.

“You may kill me if you want, my Layna, but if you don’t, you’re going to get a fucking that will leave you very sore and very sorry by the time it’s over. It’s your choice.”

Ravenous desire spiraled through my system. With every passing second it burned hotter and more intense until all I could think about was his cock punishing my pussy with every long, deliciously painful inch.

I trembled, not lowering the weapon. I kept it steady against him.

His hips angled forward just the slightest bit, just breaching my entrance but not yet pushing inside me. I was soaking wet, and he slid his cock back and forth as if to tell me that he knew exactly how much my body was begging him to take me. He lifted his chin the slightest bit, pressing against the edge of the blade.

I could kill him right now, but I knew I wouldn’t. He knew it too.

I didn’t actually want to stop this fucking.

With the dagger still flush against his throat, he pushed inside me by another inch. I gasped as his enormous cock began to stretch me open.

“Is it going to hurt?” I asked, panting with nervous desire.

“Yes, my sweet. But I know you are going to come very, very hard because of it,” he replied darkly. My inner walls clutched at him as he slid into me just a bit further and I bit back a moan of pleasure.

I searched his gaze, losing myself in those silver violet depths. He looked like nothing less than a monster with his wings spread wide. His wings cloaked me from the wind and hid my naked body from anyone that might be close by. It felt delicious and dangerous all at the same time.

He stared back at me and jerked his pelvis forward, slamming the rest of his cock inside me without further delay. He pulled out and pistoned back into me, eliciting a desperate moan from my lips.

I forgot why I had a knife to his throat in the first place. The only thing that mattered now was how incredible he felt inside me.

I needed this more than air in my lungs or the food in my belly. I needed this fucking more than life itself.

I drew my hand away, hating the red line on his throat that I’d put there with the iron dagger.

“I’m sorry. Please punish me, sir,” I begged.

He growled with his own excited desire. “I plan on it, my Layna.”

I loved the way my name rolled off his tongue. It was possessive and beautiful and perfect.

“Call me yours again,” I begged.

“Mine. All of you is mine,” he snarled.

His cock was enormous, and my pussy flared with heat at being stretched wide open. Every thrust was punishing, renewing the welts he’d painted across my sensitive flesh with a fresh sting. My bottom pressed against the ground, sore and aching from his hand and the switch, but that only seemed to make my entire body burn hotter.

I threw the knife aside, not caring where it landed.

Over and over, he thrust into me, stoking my desire until I felt like I could literally climb the trees up into the sky.

“I’m yours,” I whispered, and he fucked me hard enough that I saw stars. My core squeezed tight as my inner walls fluttered around his cock, greedily pulling him in and pushing him out. I moaned.

There was definitely no keeping quiet for this part.

My hips rocked, taking him deeper with his every thrust. I wrapped my arms around his neck, digging my nails in and holding on as he rode me with punishing ferocity.

My pussy was sore, but that didn’t matter.

It was his to take.

Feral heat pulsed through me, intensifying with every second until my eyes rolled back into my head and I knew there was no turning back.

My orgasm crashed over me without warning, intense and overwhelming from the moment it began. A moan escaped me and quickly transformed into a scream, but that only spurred Ansiel to take me even more viciously.

I didn’t complain. I needed this. All of it. No matter how much it hurt.

My pussy seized around his cock as he slammed into me. White-hot bliss spiraled through me, surging through my legs and arms and all that was me.

I sucked in a mouthful of air, trying to survive the onslaught of savage pleasure. My entire body throbbed with it. My thighs shook and when it finally began to ebb, I had a difficult time catching my breath.

He kept fucking me, but I expected that.

“That’s a good girl. You’re taking my cock so well,” he praised. His words made me want to take him all the more.

“Please,” I begged. I didn’t know what I was begging for anymore. I just wanted more.

“You’re going to come with me fucking this needy little pussy one more time. Then, you’re going to roll over and lift that pretty bottom for me. I think you know what’s going to happen after that, mate,” he warned.

My entire body felt like it went up in molten flames.

“You’re going to fuck me there,” I breathed.

“I am. You’re going to come for me that way too,” he vowed, and I shuddered with nervous arousal. Ruthless pleasure surged up and down my spine, building and building until there was no doubt in my mind that another orgasm was only moments away.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the sordid way I was about to be punished. The only vision in my mind was his big thick cock pushing into my ass, claiming it as his once and for all. The pain from my spanking made me focus on it all the more and my legs started to quiver.

“I don’t know if I can,” I whispered.

“You will. You’re going to come for me when I’m punishing that tight little ass with my cock,” he whispered.

“Oh! I… Please…”

“You’re going to be a good girl and come for me,” he demanded, and my entire body relented. Uncontrollable pleasure burned through me. My core spiraled with passionate bliss as every muscle seized with sensation. I screamed and wailed, but I came harder than I could have ever anticipated.

By the time that second orgasm quieted, I was breathless. Sweat beaded at my brow as I struggled to draw in one lungful of air after another. His fucking started to slow, and I reluctantly realized that it was time for the last part of my punishment.

I whimpered as he gazed down at me. His eyes had deepened in color, so violet now that they almost appeared black. He stared down at me with a savage desire, and I swallowed anxiously, knowing what was about to come next.

He pulled out of my pussy slowly, groaning as the tightness of my body released him. My lower lip trembled when he was finally free.

He was going to take my asshole now.

My pussy clenched down with anticipation, no longer full and desperately needing to be.

“Turn over so that you’re up on your knees. I want to see that gorgeous little ass before I fuck it,” he snarled.

His growl made my body rumble with sensation.

I went to push up off the ground, but my limbs were weak, so he reached underneath my waist and helped me up. Gently, he turned me over and I did my best to rise up onto my knees, knowing he was watching me the whole time. When I was finally in position, I arched my back a little in hopes that he would like the view and perhaps have mercy on me, but there was an even bigger part of me that hoped that he wouldn’t.

His fingertips grazed against my punished backside, dragging along the raised welts on my skin.

“I love the look of you covered in my marks,” he mused.

I’d never felt sexier in my life than I did in that moment.

“I’m going to love the sight of me inside you even more.”

I shivered with anticipation. Slowly, he grasped my ass and spread my cheeks apart, exposing the place that I thought would never be seen by anyone. I feared that I would hate it and that it would simply hurt, but my curiosity continued to grow despite that.

His thumb lightly grazed my asshole, eliciting a moan of desire from my lips.

It felt so much better than I’d expected. I whimpered, shocked by the pleasurable sensation. He did it again and I couldn’t help but push back against him the tiniest bit. He slipped his thumb lower, gathering my wetness and coating his thumb in it.

“No one has ever taken this tight little asshole before, have they?” he asked.

“No, sir,” I said nervously. His thumb slipped back to my bottom hole. He pushed against it and I gasped, but he didn’t quite breach it yet.

“I’m going to enjoy being the first, my Layna.”

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