Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
Chapter 31

She studied my expression, eyes boring deep into mine. I was shocked when she didn’t immediately shoot me down Or at least try to slap me again or something. She drew her soft l*p between her bottom teeth again, warring between the desires inside of her. I held my breath and waited. After a long minute, still not releasing her captive l*p, she finally whispered, “Okay.”

It was all I could do to keep the l**t filled growl contained in my chest.

I spread my legs wider to make room for her. My voice so gruff, even I didn’t recognize it as I said huskily, “Take a step back closer to me.”

She did as instructed, stepping back so that she was nestled right between my thighs.

It was a chore to keep my hands steady and not let them roam everywhere on her skin. I focused on the task at hand, extracting some of the crème from the jar with my fingertips. “It’s going to feel a little cold at first,” I warned before pressing my fingers lightly against the beautifully rounded cheeks of her backside.

“Oh!” she gasped, startling a little at the foreign touch and sensation. I placed my other hand on her h*p to steady her. I moved my fingers slowly and methodically…for my benefit as much of hers…enjoying the closeness.

“Why do you keep this medicine in your nightstand?”

I held back my chuckle- she was so innocent-and replied softly, “For this very reason.”

Her body stiffened, and she tried to step away from me. I gripped her h*p tighter, holding her in place. “Shh, little mouse, you don’t have to run away,” my words were hypnotic, whispering into the magic of the atmosphere as the bond quivered and flexed around us. “Spanking can be a form of pleasure, just as much as it can discipline.”

She gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head, spine ramrod straight, clearly disagreeing with my words.

“I’ll listen to your body…what it wants…and my body…what it needs.” I stood up behind her, one hand still massaging her butt cheek, the other holding her h*p. Leaning down, my breath ragged against her neck, voice husky, “You won’t feel the pain of correction like you did today…only the pleasure that a little bite of pain can bring.”

Her chest was rising and falling quickly, responding, her body taut and trembling in my hold. “How…how can pain ever be pleasurable?”

“Mmm…so many things I’m going to teach you, sweet mouse. But I promise I will only give you as much as you can handle.” I directed her attention back to the task at hand. “The pain is gone now, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” she answered in breathy surprise, swiveling her head to look up at me.

I turned her around, so she was facing me, her eyes wide and glistening. No matter what she said, she felt the same powerful attraction that I did. The bond made sure of it. It was like we were suspended in time-nothing existed around us. Slowly, I lowered my head, my mouth drawing closer and closer to her lips.

She quivered in my arms.

And then poof, just like that, fury filled her expression again. She pushed me away hard. “Don’t! You don’t get to k**s me!”

Okay. I knew she didn’t want a relationship, but this level of anger was a bit more than her usual rebuff. I suspected it had something to do with her earlier behavior. “What’s going on?”

Hycinth held her tongue, lips pressed together as if trying not to release what was obviously churning on the edge of her mind. And then she exhaled the breath she was trying to keep in, apparently giving up on her vow of silence, and spat, “You don’t get to k**s me after you f****d Sydney last night! And then tried to hide it from me,” she added derisively.

“So that’s what this is about?” Finally, we were getting to the heart of the matter from earlier. “That’s what had you all fired up earlier. Because you thought I f****d Sydney?”

She took a step back and bent down to gather her discarded pants, angrily jerking them up her legs. She fastened the button and pulled up the zipper. A hiss from her lips. “I don’t think. I know!” Snatching her shirt from the floor, she tugged it over her head, continuing ranting, “The shower. The change of clothes. Do you really think I’m that stupid?”

“No, as a matter of fact, I don’t think you’re stupid! Had you given a shit enough to ask, I would’ve told you exactly what happened! I’m not trying to hide a damn thing. I took a shower and changed clothes before I came back as a courtesy to your Wolf! The scent of another shewolf on me would have distressed her, and she doesn’t deserve that on top of your decision to leave! And don’t you dare tell me she’s on board with this arrangement, because I know that’s a f*****g lie!”

She glared.

“But you didn’t ask! Even when I was wearing different clothes and had clearly taken a shower within an hour from seeing you, only further cementing what you’ve already told me. You don’t give a shit about me. So why are you angry when you think I was with someone else? If you’re so ready to cut me loose, what’s the problem?”

“What’s the problem?!” she hissed furiously and spun around, stomping her way across the room. When she reached the other side, she caught her breath and turned on me again like a bull charging toward a red cape, nostrils flaring. “Of course you wouldn’t understand a monogamous relationship if it bit you in the a*s! Given your propensity to share your females!”

“Share my females?” I repeated in confusion. “What the f**k do you mean by that?”

She stared up at me, eyes blazing, hands on her h**s. “Don’t try to deny it! Dagger gave me the full rundown of exactly what you planned for me, while he had me pinned to the ground and his hand in my pants!”