Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 88 Consequences

Selene’s pov

Oh Goddess, why did I just say that?

It seemed like a good idea in the moment. Bastien was watching me with that predatory gleam in his eye and my heat sparked with a vengeance. One look and I combusted, flames of passion engulfing my body and driving all sense from my head.

Luna got the better of me, convinced me I needed him more than I needed oxygen, told me to say whatever it took to make him claim me. But I just challenged him, told him he hadn’t done his job as my mate – as if he wasn’t already angry enough.

He was going to rut me either way, I tell Luna ruefully, I didn’t have to provoke him.

Yes you did, his wolf needs this and so do I. She insists. She’s right, I realize, and she’s not alone in her desires. I need to feel Bastien’s dominance, I need to feel his possession so deeply that it permanently brands my soul.

Bastien’s eyes flash and the next thing I know I’m spinning, turning to face the table. Bastien clears the surface with one powerful sweep of his arm, sending glass and china clattering onto the bench. Pressure between my shoulder blades bends me over the table, and the next thing I know my cheek is flush against the cool wood.

Bastien keeps one large hand splayed across the small of my back to pin me in place – not that he needs to. My palms rest on either side of my head, but I don’t try to rise. My heart races as Bastien flips up my dress and rips away my panties, my breath diminishing to a ragged pant.

I can barely keep up with what’s happening, but I don’t need to, I know my mate will take care of me. I know

Smack! Bastien’s hand comes down hard on my exposed backside, drawing a startled yelp from my lips. Now I do try to push myself up, pressing my hands into the wood with all my strength, but I’m powerless beneath him.

I throw my hands back to

look like I’m doing?” He growls, his

top of the booth. “Bastien, someone could see!” I exclaim, thinking of the floor to ceiling windows

day. A series of five sharp smacks pepper my behind, Bastien punctuating each one with his scolding words. “I. Could. Never. Hate. You.” He says the phrase so viciously I wince. I know he’s only using a tiny fraction of his strength, but my skin burns beneath his touch. I writhe, trying to escape his punishing hands and whining like a

then delivering another

Bastien

little mate doesn’t know what hit her

but I’ve never disciplined her this way. I was always afraid of triggering her post traumatic stress, of

to our mate’s challenge so abruptly I didn’t even think about what was doing. One moment Selene was

I can hear her sniffling softly. “I’m sorry.” Selene pleads, still trying to wriggle out of my hold. Apparently my concerns about frightening her were unnecessary. Not only is she

“Doubting your mate.” Smack! “Lying to him.” Smack! “Keeping

fight draining out of her limbs. Little by little, she submits, accepting her punishment and yielding to my control. This

her over onto her back, smirking when she hisses as her rear end meets the hard table. “But I’m

widen as I reach for my fly, and she pushes up onto her elbows, frantically checking

by to get an eyeful of what’s rightfully mine. I scoop up Selene and cart her into the kitchen, kicking the door shut behind me and laying her out on the metal

sighs, and I realize the cold surface probably feels good against her stinging backside. Chuckling darkly, I withdraw my cock from my trousers, pulling the neckline of Şelene’s dress down to expose

naked skin, the sight making my already rock hard arousal stiffen further. For a moment I consider taking a picture of her. I would love to be able to see her like this whenever I want: spread out like a feast

can’t wait a second longer. “Hold on tight little wolf.” I instruct, teasing

Selene’s POV