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“That’s it, good girl,” he murmured.

His fingers curled inside me, the pressure building quickly, and then I came apart again, trembling, shuddering, his touch coaxing wave after wave of pleasure through me until I went limp.

He didn’t let up, his fingers still teasing, and my body seized, a small, broken sound slipping from me as a powerful aftershock rolled through me.

My muscles were like jelly, my limbs heavy and sated.

Then he pulled his fingers free once more and spanked me hard, several times across each cheek until I was whimpering and moaning and squirming away, trying to escape the searing heat of his palm.

“Stop, please,” I cried out, as another wave of pleasure coursed through me.

He didn’t stop; he just spanked me harder, the sharp cracks echoing through the early morning silence.

“You will obey me, mate. When I say run, you run. When I tell you to jump, you jump. When I instruct you to do something, no matter what it is, you will do it, immediately, or I’ll stripe this bare little ass until it’s bright red, and you won’t be able to sit for a week. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Alpha,” I squeaked, mad at myself for letting those words escape.

“Good girl,” he said, pleased. “Now, come for me again.”

His fingers slipped back between my thighs and once he pressed the tip of one finger on my clit, stars exploded behind my eyelids. I tried to stop it just to spite him, but I was helpless against the orgasm that overtook me. The world spun, his mere touch pushing me over the edge, shattering me completely.

“Please, Alpha,” I whimpered as my orgasm started to crest and then gradually simmer away until there was nothing left but quivering aftershocks.

“There now, Wildcat.” His voice was soft, his touch soothing. “You did so well, coming so hard for me. Three times.” I was certain I heard a smug snicker coming from his direction.

I shuddered, the tension finally easing, leaving me a puddle of spent woman. I let out a slow breath, and then Silas pulled his fingers free, his palm still resting gently on my punished flesh.

He was quiet, the only sound my ragged breaths and the pounding of my heart.

For a moment, I could do nothing but lie there and try to breathe, my head spinning.

Then, his touch trailed higher, and I shivered as his fingers grazed over the curve of my ass. He traced the welts he’d left behind, his touch light, almost reverent, his palms skimming over the raised lines, and somehow, the soft touches felt more intimate than anything else.

A fresh wave of heat burned up my neck and cheeks, and Silas hummed, his lips pressing against the side of my neck.

“It suits you,” he murmured.

“What does?”

He chuckled. “The evidence of your punishment.”

“It’s embarrassing,” I protested.

“I’m not ashamed of giving you what you needed, Wildcat.”

I grumbled, hiding my face in the blankets, and Silas laughed. He brushed his fingers through my hair, the touch possessive, gentle.

“Do you need a spanking over my knee after all, mate?” he asked, his tone a slow, deliberate tease.

I shivered, my stomach fluttering.

“No, Alpha,” I whispered.

He kissed my temple, then slid back down and rolled over, pulling me with him, my back flush against his chest. His hand slid around my waist, settling on my stomach, his fingers resuming tracing circles against my bare flesh.

“Good girl.”

He leaned in, kissing the side of my neck, the mark he’d left behind a physical reminder that I belonged to him now, and that was never going to change. He nipped at it lightly, and goosebumps broke out over my skin.