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CHAPTER 20

L ia

I woke slowly, my body aching in a way that made me instantly remember everything about last night.

I let out a slow breath, shifting slightly under the blankets, and immediately winced. My bottom throbbed with a deep, lingering pain, a very real reminder of my punishment. My cheeks flamed, remembering how the rest of the group probably heard the entire switching and then after that… they’d probably even heard me come as Silas fucked my virgin ass for the very first time.

Silas’s arm tightened around me, his large palm splaying over my stomach, pulling me closer against him. His chest was warm and solid behind me, his slow, steady breathing glancing against the back of my neck.

I should have been irritated. Should have been grumpy about how much I was still feeling the effects of last night’s discipline. Instead, I felt… safe , like I belonged right here.

Like I belonged to him.

I sighed softly, my hands around his forearm, but my movement must have woken him because I felt him shift behind me. His breathing deepened and his fingers started moving on my skin.

He traced slow, lazy circles over my tummy and hips, trailing lower, gliding against the curve of my very sore, welted ass.

I pouted, squirming slightly. “Silas.” I may have sounded perturbed.

He hummed, his voice thick with sleep. “Morning, Wildcat.”

His hand continued exploring, pressing lightly where the fabric was stretched tight over my still-tender skin.

I huffed, turning my head slightly. “I’m sore.”

Silas chuckled, his lips brushing against my head. “I know.” His voice was pure satisfaction, deep and smug. “You earned that though.”

I pouted harder, wiggling my hips in protest, but he squeezed my cheek then, just enough to make me feel it all over again.

I whined, burying my face into the blankets. “You’re the worst.”

Silas snorted in amusement, then leaned down, his lips grazing his mark on my neck before pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my pout.

His thumb traced the seam of my lips. “You don’t look too upset about it.”

I grumbled, but didn’t argue. I knew I had deserved it.

The truth was, despite the soreness, despite the pain that would probably last the whole damn day—hell, maybe even the whole week—I felt even closer to him now. I wore his mark on my skin. I was his in a way that went beyond just words. Maybe that was exactly what I had needed all along.

Silas’s fingers kept tracing over my hip and belly, his touch possessive even in its laziness. I should have been content to just lie there, to soak in his warmth, to let myself drift in and out of the hazy place between sleep and waking.

But then his hand slid lower, reaching for the button of my jeans. I tensed, my breath hitching.

His chest rumbled with amusement. “Let me see, Wildcat.”

I stiffened, my face heating instantly.

“See?” My voice squeaked.

Silas shifted, leaning up, rolling me slightly so that I was half on my stomach, half still in his arms, trapped in a way that made it very clear I wasn’t escaping this. His hand slid down my back.

“Your ass took quite the punishment last night,” he murmured, his deep voice smooth. “I need to check if I was too hard on you.”

I buried my face in the blanket. “I’m fine. I swear.”

He chuckled, entertained by my absolute mortification. “Lia,” he warned, as his fingers worked my zipper down. “Don’t make me do this the hard way.”

I groaned, heat creeping up my neck.

“You’d spank me again? Even though I’m already so sore?”

“I wouldn’t hesitate. Show me that bare ass right now, my little mate, unless you want everyone to hear you get spanked again first thing this morning,” he threatened.

I hesitated, but his other hand brushed through my hair, a soft, reassuring gesture, and before I could second-guess myself, I lifted my hips just enough to help him slide my pants down past my bottom.

I felt his gaze the moment it landed on my bare flesh.

His fingers traced over my skin, feather-light, barely there, but I felt every single touch like a slow burn on my already tender flesh. I clenched my teeth, my hands gripping the blanket beneath me. His thumb brushed over one of the welts, and I whimpered.

Silas exhaled, his voice quieter now. “There are quite a few marks, but they’ll fade in a day or two. I didn’t break your skin.” His fingers moved lower, over the swell of my ass, pressing lightly, testing for any real damage. “You took it well, Wildcat.”

The shame consumed me; I just wanted to disappear.

I was so aware of him: his fingers skimming over the evidence of my punishment, of the fact that he was admiring his own work. I groaned when my pussy clenched with a need all of its own.

“You like this,” I muttered, my voice muffled against the blankets.

I could feel his smirk, his fingers still tracing the lines he’d made on my skin. “I like taking care of what’s mine.”

I huffed, my stomach flipping at his words.

His touch lingered on my bare bottom for another long moment, before he slipped his hand between my thighs. I squeezed my eyes shut as he slid his fingers against my pussy and I blushed harder, never more aware of my bare ass and his fingers between my legs than I was right then and there.

“I think you like it too, little mate,” he observed, and my cheeks flamed red hot.

“Silas,” I complained.

He didn’t answer. His fingertips just grazed over my clit and my body stiffened as a lightning bolt of pleasure surged straight to my core.

Fuck.

He teased my clit, slow and steady, and a shiver ran through me as he continued his ministrations.I bit my lip, the tension growing in the pit of my stomach, the pressure slowly intensifying, threatening to overwhelm me.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped, the words sneaking out before I could stop them.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Silas growled.

Then, slowly, deliberately, he pushed twofingersinsideme.

I gasped, my hips bucking forward, and Silas responded. He thrust deeper, his movements purposeful, his palm sliding over my bare, welted skin as he held me still.He pulled his fingers free for a moment and slapped my ass. I bit my lip to keep my cry of protest quiet. It stung a little over the welts from last night, but it didn’t really hurt all that much.

When his fingers drove back into me, the pleasure was intense, and so much more overwhelming than I was prepared for. I was still so sensitive, my muscles already tensing, every inch of me quivering with anticipation.

Silas growled, low and satisfied.

“Come for me, Wildcat,” he commanded.

The orgasm ripped through me, the sharp edges of it digging deep, and a moan tore itself from my throat. I tried to keep quiet, biting down on my lip until I just about drew blood, the intensity of the pleasure too much to fully contain.

“Fuck,” I moaned, my hips jerking as another wave of heat rolled through me.

Silas didn’t pause, his fingers still fucking into me. My muscles clenched, making my head spin.

“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.

Silas smiled, his lips ghosting over the sensitive spot just below my ear.

“Come here,” he urged, pulling me closer, his hand cupping my breast.

I sighed as he pressed a lingering kiss to the top of my shoulder.

“Let me show you how good it can feel when you’re with your mate, Lia,” he said softly. “When you trust someone with your body, your heart, your soul. Your life.”

A shudder ran through me, my eyes closing, my fingers curling into the blanket.

Slowly, carefully, he shifted, his hips slotting against mine, the length of his cock pressed firmly against my punished flesh.

His fingers skimmed up my thigh, his touch slow, deliberate.

“Let me show you how much better it is being good,” he crooned, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear.

My breath caught.

“Let me show you what it feels like when I reward you for being a good girl, my sweet mate.”

Carefully, he freed his cock and nudged it against my soaking slit.

“Please, Silas,” I begged.

He hummed, his hand around my thigh, holding me in place.

With a single, powerful thrust, he sank his cock into my aching pussy, and everything else fell away.

I whimpered, his thick girth spreading me open, stretching me until I could feel single bit of him inside me, the sensation overwhelmingly incredible.

He wrapped an arm around my chest, his grip tightening, holding me in place as he bottomed out, his cock filling me completely.

A quiet moan slipped past my lips.

“God, yes, Silas,” I gasped.

He was so big, so thick, so perfect. He rocked his hips, his cock sliding almost all the way out, and then slamming back in, forcing the breath from my lungs.

“That’s it, Wildcat,” he growled, his voice raw, his breath uneven. “You’re mine. Take it. Take everything I give you.”

“Oh, fuck, Silas,” I sighed.

He pinched my nipple, and the sharp sting only added to the pleasure.

“You take your punishments beautifully, Wildcat,” he murmured. “But when you’re a good girl, and you obey me… God, you take my reward even better.”

My breath whooshed out, my mind clouding over, his words making everything fuzzy.

“You’re my good girl, aren’t you, mate?”

I nodded. “Yes, Alpha.”

“That’s right,” he growled, his hips snapping against mine, his thrusts harder, deeper, faster.

I moaned, pleasure burning through me, hot and intense.My muscles tightened, the heat concentrating, coiling in my core, the pleasure sharpening, twisting, tightening into something that felt like it might break at any second.

“So good,” he groaned, taking hold of my bruised hip, his breath catching.

The lewd sounds of our fucking filled the air, mixing with the soft gasps and moans coming from me and the deep, sexy growls rumbling through Silas’s chest.

I lost myself in him, in the feel of his body behind me, the strength of his arms, the weight of his cock splitting me open.

The pleasure was burning through me, growing, and Silas let out a throaty snarl, his cock pulsing, throbbing inside me.

“Come for me, Wildcat,” he ordered. “Scream my name. Let everyone know who you belong to.”

“God, Silas,” I moaned, the world falling away, the pressure expanding, my inner walls clenching around him, my entire body going rigid as my climax threatened to tear me apart.

“That’s it, Lia,” he purred. “Come for me. Now.”

He slammed into me, his cock jerking as he buried himself to the hilt and let go. His fingers dug into my skin, and with a strangled yell he came deep inside me, grinding against my tender ass.

“That’s my good girl,” Silas whispered, his breath warm on my ear. “Now pull up those jeans. I want that pretty little cunt dripping with my cum for the rest of the day to remind you who owns it.”

My whole body shuddered, my stomach flipping.

I reached for my pants, the blush still creeping hot over my skin as I pulled them up and then wiggled a little as Silas settled back against the blankets.I could feel his seed seeping from me and that only made my cheeks flush that much hotter.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close, the heat of his body surrounding me, the strength of his arms enveloping me, protecting me, his scent imprinting on me.

His palm drifted over my stomach.

“Mine,” he murmured.

“Yours,” I whispered.