I’ve claimed her already. Tonight, I will mark her as mine.
Though I’ve always known Consuelo Vasquez was my mate, I wasn’t quite ready to tear her clothes off and claim her… until fate made that choice for me, and I mounted her like a beast.
Yet now, thanks to her mother’s scheming and a powerful potion, Consuelo has forgotten that night. So I must make her mine all over again, and this time a firm hand applied to her bare bottom will be necessary before she surrenders her beautiful body to my mark and my knot.
But will lifting the curse from Everlasting Springs mean losing her forever?
Author: Amaryllis Lanza
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 44,600 words
“What are you doing?” I asked, giggling.
“Making sure you never go to Frank’s on a Saturday night again without me there,” he said, as a hard swat landed on my rear.
“Ouch! You have got to be kidding!” He wasn’t. Another flurry of swats confirmed it. “Stop that! I wasn’t there alone, for heaven’s sake. I went with my sister! And Bob was with us.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Andrew said, swatting some more. “You are my mate and I can’t expect Bob to mind you. He’s got enough on his hands with looking out for your sister. If you ever step foot in Frank’s without me again, you’re going to get the leather strop.”
“I’ve been to Frank’s with my girlfriends loads of times, Andrew,” I said, though it was getting increasingly difficult to talk with him spanking me so hard. My rear pulsed with heat and tears stung my eyes.
“Not on a late Saturday night, and whatever came before doesn’t matter now,” he said. “You will not go there, any time, day or night, without me.”
He paused his spanking only to turn me slightly, unbutton my jeans and pull them down past my hips, gathering them at the joints of my knees. I fought him, but he had a hard grip on my hands, and he locked my lower legs between his to stop me from kicking. Then, to my utter humiliation he lowered my panties and spanked my bare ass.
No one had so much as given me a mild tap in my life. While I knew wolves were big fans of spankings from talking with Amalia and my sister, this still caught me by surprise. Andrew had always seemed so gentle. I had him all wrong.
Eventually, my body betrayed me. I stopped fighting him because the spanking was arousing me. Despite the sting of his hard hand, I didn’t really want him to stop. I wanted him to do more.
“Are you ready to obey me now, Consuelo?” he asked, after a few more swats, sensing the change as I melted on his lap.
“Yes,” I said.
“Yes, what?” he asked, pulling me up by my hair, and bringing my face up to his, so our lips were close enough to brush.
“Yes, Sir,” I said.
“Good girl,” he growled.
Then he settled me to sit up on his lap and claimed my mouth, ravaging my lips, biting them. His tongue invaded me and teased me, while his hands moved to remove my jeans and panties completely. He ripped my blouse, tore my bra off, and squeezed a pebbled nipple until I whimpered into his mouth.
“I’m going to remind you of who I am tonight, Consuelo,” he growled. “I’m going to make sure you never forget again.”
“What do you mean?”
He stroked a circle around a spot on my back, near my left shoulder blade. “I only nipped you last time. This time, I will leave my mark and I will knot you.”