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Arwen

M y mind is whirling with everything that’s happened in the last week. After that man was carted away, Wilder received a flood of information about him. Nox Tenebris, a notorious Shadow Demon, had been terrorizing the city for years. His lair was a dilapidated mansion in a shady part of town, a place where no one dared to venture. When the Shifters Relations Agency (SRA) searched his home, they uncovered a chilling sight: other rare magical creatures he had imprisoned, their powers siphoned for his dark purposes.

Among the prisoners was a delicate fae with wings that shimmered even in the dim light, a young vampire who hadn’t yet tasted blood, and a shape-shifter who could barely hold their form. Each had a story, a life disrupted by Nox’s cruelty. Wilder volunteered to head the rescue operation. I think almost losing me shifted something inside him.

“What are you thinking so hard about, Starlight?” he asks, pulling me back against his chest and nuzzling into my neck. His intoxicating woodsy and leather cologne assaults my senses in the best way as I breathe him in.

“Just thinking of Nox,” I murmur, hating the way my voice trembles. He spins me around in his arms, cupping my cheeks in his large, calloused hands.

“Listen to me. He will never hurt you again. No one will ever hurt you again,” he clarifies, swiping a small tear from my face. I nod, unable to trust my voice with the rising waves of anxiety. Wilder moves his hands to my waist, lifting me in one swift motion then sits on the couch with me on his lap. I’m still amazed at the muscles on this man and the fact he can throw my chunky body around like a rag doll. I secretly love it. Wilder lifts my chin, forcing me to see the determination etched into his face. A wave of anxiety rolls through me not knowing what he’s thinking about. I can feel tension coursing through us but I don’t know if it’s my feelings or his.

“I’ve let you have a few days to calm down from the shitshow of the other night, but there are some things we need to discuss,” he implores, his gaze steady on mine. My cheeks flame, and I know it gives away my guilt I’ve been holding since running from that arena.

“I—”

“No, let me start. I want to know why you disobeyed me and ran.” His voice is low and dangerous but not tinted with anger, more annoyance. His focus remains on me, expecting an answer. Suddenly my throat feels dry and my first instinct tells me to run and hide. I guess Jarrod did more damage to my psyche than I thought.

I blow out a deep breath, then begin, “I was scared,” I admit, trying to pull my eyes from his. The intensity is too much for me to handle.

“No, you don’t get to look away,” he says, pulling my chin back. “Why were you scared?”

“I was so overwhelmed and never in a million years would I have expected that you would take me to an underground fight club. I hate violence,” I say a little too loudly as my hands begin to tremble. Flashbacks of my whole life come crashing into my mind one by one. “That’s all I’ve ever known and then seeing you in that ring, the raw savage energy surrounding you freaked me out. I can’t do it. I don’t want to see you like that. It all hit so close to home, I felt like I was suffocating and my mind told me to run, so I did.” Everything spilled out so quickly that I have to suck in a deep breath of air. Wilder continues looking at me with a hard expression and it makes me feel small and vulnerable. Maybe I’m too damaged for him? Maybe I’m not worth the hassle with all the extra mental baggage that comes with me.

He sighs, running his hand down his face. “First, I want to tell you I’m sorry. I never would have taken you had I known it would be triggering,” he admits with a solemn face. “Secondly, I gave you strict orders to stay with Kody. He was meant to protect you while I couldn’t. When I looked up and saw you dashing through the crowd, a terror I’ve never felt before paralyzed me. I can’t lose you, Arwen. I won’t.” Wilder closes his eyes for a moment, leaning his head back on the sofa. Time seems to tick away slowly as I wait for him to continue. A lump forms in my throat because I know I scared him but at the same time, I was terrified. It was a lose-lose situation.

“I know I messed up. If you want me to go—” His head snaps up, as heat radiates off of him in waves like the sun breaking through the clouds.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, little girl,” he warns, his tone sending chills of anticipation over my skin. His eyes darken, igniting with a fire that stirs something deep within me. He leans forward, his hands sliding up my arms, leaving trails of warmth in their wake.

“I think it’s time you learn what happens when you don’t do as you’re told,” he whispers into the shell of my ear.

“I’m your protector, your guide, your anchor. I know you’ve never had a role model, and that makes it even more important for you to trust in my strength and love. When you disobey me, it can put you in danger—something I cannot allow. I promised you this was forever, didn’t I?” His words envelop me like a comforting blanket, so I nod.

“Words, Arwen,” he commands, carrying an edge that urges me to comply, to submit.

“Yes.” I swallow hard.

“Yes, what?” I hesitate, not knowing what he wants from me. The words hang in the air, taut with expectancy.

“Yes, sir?” I venture, as a thrill runs through me.

“Close. From now on I’m going to be your Daddy .” His admission sends a jolt of electricity shooting through me. Tears pool in my eyes as I look up at my handsome mate, searching for any signs of insincerity, but all I find is determination and a hint of mischief. I bite my lip, trying to steady my voice.

“Really?” I ask, barely above a whisper. I’ve only read about this in books but it has always intrigued me. It feels surreal, the notion of surrendering so completely to him, yet an undeniable allure beckons me, whispering sweet promises of freedom from control.

“Yes, Starlight. I will be everything you’ve ever needed and more than you could ever fathom,” he assures, running the back of his hand along my cheek. “Now, since we have that squared away, there’s the little matter of your disobedience that has to be addressed.” Wilder’s eyes twinkle with mischief, igniting a wildfire of desire within me that grows hotter and more intense.

“Oh?” He laughs softly, a low, rumbling sound that sets my nerves alight with anticipation as he stands, effortlessly lifting me into his arms and carrying me toward the kitchen table

“Bend over, Starlight,” he whispers, his warm breath ghosting over my neck like a whisper of promises yet to be fulfilled. Without a trace of hesitation, I lean over the formal dining table, as I rest my head, arms folded. The way he commands me makes my heart race, hunger pooling in my stomach.

In one swift motion, he rips my flimsy sleep shorts and underwear from my body, casting them to the floor.

“Mmm, look at that ripe cunt. It’s always dripping for me, isn’t it?” he growls appreciatively, igniting a blush across my cheeks as I clench my thighs together, desperately seeking friction to quell the ache within.

“Nu-uh, naughty girls don’t get to come,” he tsks playfully, a note of authority layered beneath the teasing. “Tell me what your safeword will be.” All rational thoughts seem to flee my mind, scrambling for the answer he seeks, as heat emits through me.

“Umm ... fire?” His chuckle rumbles from him, sending ripples of delight through my body. Fire was the only word that came to mind based on the molten lava that courses through me whenever he’s near. Lately I’m always hot and needy for him, aching like I’ll die if I don’t get relief.

“Fire. Interesting choice. I know what my girl needs, but first...” He holds up rope in front of me, and I can feel the authenticity in his gaze. He is a master but also my protector.

“Put your hands behind you, little one.” I turn back with confusion in my eyes. Is he going to do what I think he is?

Hesitantly, I draw my arms out from under my head, then push them behind me. Wilder’s warm hands pull my wrists together and quickly ties them together. I wiggle my fingers, testing the bindings.

“You aren’t getting out of that until I say so,” he smirks, making me roll my eyes. “What was that, Starlight? Are you wanting more spankings than I originally planned?” I shake my head, causing a deep rumble of laughter to burst from his chest.

“I didn’t think so. Now, count,” he commands.

Without warning, the sting of his palm connects with my skin, echoing through the room like thunder. My ass is stinging from the spanking and I gasp, forcing myself up on my tiptoes.

“One,” I squeak out, my body arching instinctively at his touch.

“Good girl,” he praises, his voice smooth like rich velvet, melting my resolve further. Before I could collect myself, another slap rains down, and a moan escapes my lips. There’s pain but also an underlying pleasure that has me backing up closer to him.

“Number? If you can’t keep up then we will start over,” he teases, the challenge present in his tone.

“Two!” I exclaim, the line between pleasure and pain blurring with each strike. He’s got me twisted up so tight, I think I could come from just his touch. He caresses my throbbing skin, soothing the ache with his hands.

“Three more,” he commands and with every strike, pleasure surges through me, making me teeter on the edge of bliss.

“Five!” I shout finally, a whimper escaping as I fight fiercely against the tidal wave of an orgasm crashing on me.

“You did so well. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he murmurs, his hands easing over my sore flesh, igniting patches of sensation across my body.

“No, Daddy ,” I tease, tasting the new name on my tongue, relishing in the way it hangs in the air between us. He growls in response, a primal, raw hunger that sends shivers dancing along my spine.

“You think you can just say that and not force me to ram my fat cock inside this tight little pussy?” My instinctual response is a choked whimper, the mere idea lighting a firestorm of need within me. As I hear his belt hit the floor, I look over my shoulder, seeing his barely restrained beast trying to surface. Our eyes lock, and a sadistic grin spreads across his face—one of the most intoxicating sights I have ever seen.

He moves closer, dragging his fingers through my wetness. Who knew spankings would be such a turn on? It makes me want to test his patience more often. A laugh bubbles up, but the next minute he’s leaning over me.

“Don’t you even think about it,” he admonishes, leaning over me. “All your punishments won’t be that easy.” A thrill shoots through me and I know he can feel it too.

“What am I going to do with you?” he muses, his voice dripping with playful menace.

“Maybe stop reading my mind!” He laughs into my neck.

“But where’s the fun in that?” he counters. Suddenly, he’s positioned behind me, and with a powerful thrust, he plunges inside, filling me to the brim. The sound of the table screeching against the hardwood echoes around the room but it only fuels him further. He is like a man possessed, and I love every second of his forcefulness. He grips my hips possessively, thrusting with such force that the world around us seems to blur, reduced to mere rhythm and heat. I wish I had something to hang onto instead of my hands being tied behind my back, but something about being at his mercy has me ready to explode.

“Fuck, you squeeze me so well, Starlight,” he grits out, his voice thick with dark pleasure. His desire twists around me like a serpent, enchanting and dangerous. He coils one arm around my waist and his fingers find my clit, expertly sending shocks of pleasure ricocheting through my body like pulse-beats of a mythical instrument. The sensations rise higher as his drive grows stronger. Pulsating heat engulfs me, and I feel myself spiraling down a plush rabbit hole of ecstasy, exploding into a magnificent sea of bliss that wipes away all thought. It is a world beyond reality—pure, throbbing ecstasy.

“That’s my good girl, coming on Daddy’s cock like the little slut you are,” he encourages, his voice becoming more gruff and intoxicating, pushing me further over the precipice.

The boundaries of our worlds begin to blend, the ancient magic around us wrapping tightly into the fabric of our heated play. I can feel the enchantment swirling, the kind of magic that thrives on desires and sealed bonds. The world around us becomes a vivid tapestry of pleasure and pain, each thread interwoven with screams of bliss and whispered confessions.

He thrusts harder, deeper, claiming each part of me. My breath hitches, with each plunge awakening more desires within me, wrapping around us like a silken spell.

“Tell me how much you want my cum in this pussy,” he growls, his voice drenched in lust, grounding perfectly against the backdrop of swirling fantasies in my mind. The intimacy of his words against the wild affection of our movements sends me spiraling into a blissful haze. My senses scream, and the urge to surrender becomes a physical roar within me.

“More than anything, Wilder!” I plead, drunk on the feelings only he can invoke.

“Damn right. That’s the only place it belongs until you’re carrying my child,” he grunts as his force becomes erratic. He leans back, trailing his hand over my ass to the spot where no one has ever been.

“Soon, Starlight,” he promises, pressing a finger into my tight hole. The feeling is entirely foreign but not an unpleasant one. I gasp as a spark ignites somewhere inside, a feeling like a hot poker on my spine. He teases me mercilessly, probing deeper. Pleasure overshadows the initial discomfort, the stimulation is absolutely unworldly, pushing me even further over the edge, ready to erupt again.

He leans over, pressing me hard into the table, his need consuming him, his animalistic drive thrusting him deep inside my womb.

“It’s too much. I can’t come again,” I whine.

“Yes, you fucking can. Squeeze your kitty around Daddy’s cock and I’ll give it to you. Come for Daddy,” he urges as I feel him grow larger. His scent overpowers my senses, filling every space within me, surrounding my heart and soul. A feral roar releases as he pours inside me, and my own climax barrels into me.

I cry out as a sonic wave releases with my orgasm, the walls vibrating and quaking from my siren’s song. I can barely hold on as the sensation rockets me further over the edge. Wilder’s cock grows, the thick veins expanding. His cum becomes a lava flow, scorching my womb.

“Wilder!” I scream. He releases another harsh growl that vibrates down his cock and through me, continuing to release. We are locked together in a binding rhapsody, a melody no musician could hope to play. He pulses several more times, his slow movements turning rhythmic, becoming something trancelike.

“What have you done to me, Starlight?” He sighs as he carefully withdraws and I immediately miss his warmth. I am wrung out, sated, and utterly exhausted. Our combined juices begin to slide down my thigh but Wilder’s hand is there pressing his cum back inside me.

He leans over me, untying the rope then kissing a path along both wrists. His tongue swirls around each one, making me hungry for him all over again. He lifts me effortlessly, pulling me tightly to his chest, pressing his mouth to mine and kisses me slowly, thoroughly. Our bodies melt together with the movement, our union creating magic. He begins to walk us through the living room then up the stairs to the bedroom.

“What do you mean?”

He pulls back and his golden eyes bore into mine, an emotional torrent storms in his gaze.

“I never thought I could love again,” he admits, a small smile playing on his lips.

“It seems impossible. A puma and a half-siren, half-human becoming fated mates,” I muse.

He chuckles, and it sounds lighter and brighter.

“Because it should be, but you were made for me, the stars, gods and fates intervened for us.” I sigh contentedly into his chest. He strokes a hand through my hair, and his essence wraps around me, protecting and soothing. He presses a kiss to my forehead before placing me on the bed gently.

“Sleep, little Starlight, dream only of our happily ever after.”

My breath catches in my chest at his confession. The possibilities suddenly become clear. Fates, stars, destiny, I hadn’t believed it existed but, what if it is true? This, what we share, is more than some random event, the chemical attraction of two compatible souls. It is an inconceivable yet inexplicable phenomenon, a force of cosmic magic I want to hold tight, forever.