Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“They disobeyed me,” he growls, rising to his feet. All he has to do to dwarf me is stand up. I find myself staring up at him with a mixture of fear, anticipation, and desire.
Wrath is by far the most attractive saurian I have ever laid eyes on. It’s not just his appearance, his massive, armored body, mature muscularity, hard lines, and piercing eyes. It’s also his gravitas. He is a natural born alpha. I’m sure a saurian like Thorn knows how to be in charge with all of his infrastructure and fancy buildings and soldiers and such, but Wrath knows how to take command from the ground up. He has built his personal empire with nothing but charisma and force of will.
“Take your clothes off,” he says. “That suit will not protect you from me.”
I blush as I do what I am told, feeling very much as if I am in trouble. That’s what he wants me to feel. He wants me feeling naughty, excited, and small.
When I am entirely naked, he picks me up and he kisses me thoroughly. I love it when he holds me. It shows me how weightless I am to him, how easily he can handle me, and how very cherished I am.
“What happens to naughty whipping girls who are too good to be punished for their own sins, but most pay for those of others?” He growls the words in an affectionate tone that makes me smile.
“I don’t know.”
“They get mated,” he says. “In all their holes.”
“All of them!?” I gasp, my eyes flying wide open.
“All of them,” he says. “After you have been whipped red for me, of course. I don’t think you’ve been properly punished for your disobedience in coming here.”
“You’re glad I did, though, aren’t you,” I smile. I’m not really in trouble. This isn’t any real punishment, and I am glad for that. Facing Wrath in his, well wrathful state, is terrifying.
“I am glad you are here. I am not happy you disobeyed me to get here. I am not happy you put your life at risk. I am happy you listened to me today and stayed in camp, though. You are learning.”
“I tried to be good,” I agree.
“You were a very, very good girl. Now show me how much better you can be, and suck me…”
He does not need to tell me twice. I drop to my knees and I suck his freed cock with all the eagerness of a woman who wants her mate to be happy. Wrath deserves my submission, just as I deserve his dominance. We fit together perfectly because we know how to give and how to receive.
Cadence and Casey haven’t learned how sweet life can be when you just do what you’re told. They’re still under the impression that doing what they want, when they want is the ultimate goal. I used to think that too, but now I know that the feeling of being deeply connected this way, flesh to flesh, heart to heart, soul to soul, is like no other.
Wrath’s big hand fists in my hair as I suck his cock, doing my best to take as much of him as possible. It’s still not much. Not nearly enough. He is going to use all the other parts of me before he is satisfied.
“You’re due for another breeding,” he reminds me, making my pussy clench with anticipation. “But first, I think you’re due for that good whipping girl treatment. Turn around. Hands and knees. Head down. Ass up.”
I do as I am told, half-giggling, half-terribly embarrassed at what dirty things I will do for him. I feel a drizzle of something warm and viscous. He must have asked Casey or Cadence for lubricant, which means they have helped him fuck me in multiple different ways.
“Interesting how obedient you can be when you’re naked and being taken to task for naughtiness,” he says, satisfied. “I am so proud of you, Allie. I love you more than life itself.”
SMACK!
A lash lands across my ass. It is whippy and stingy, and I know he must have made it when he was out hunting. He must have gone out and found a tree with just the right sort of branches and stripped the leaves from it and brought it back up here to smack my ass.
I cry out, but of course that is all part of the fun. Again and again, that lash lands, back and forth, whipping my skin to a high temperature and intense sensitivity. The lubrication between my cheeks makes them slide in interesting ways as I wriggle back and forth in front of him, somehow enjoying the pain.
“You’re a good girl, and you’re going to be a sore girl,” he promises me. “Should I make you cry before I fuck your ass, Allie? Do you want to know what it is like to be sobbing while your tight hole is stretched around my cock?”