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.

my hands back to try and cover my bottom, but Bastien simply gathers my wrists and holds them behind

look like I’m doing?” He growls, his voice

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

that happens every 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

rubbing my aching bottom and then

Bastien

poor little mate doesn’t know what

over the years, even a few real ones in the bedroom, but I’ve never disciplined her this way. I was always afraid

be fair, I didn’t actually intend to do this. Axel responded to our mate’s challenge so abruptly I didn’t even think about what was doing. One moment Selene was whispering that I hadn’t claimed her thoroughly enough, and the next I had her sprawled over the

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 not

in protest, more affronted than pained. “Doubting your mate.” Smack! “Lying to him.” Smack! “Keeping secrets.” Smack! “Putting your precious life in danger.” This smack is the hardest of all, and my

punishment and yielding to my control. This time when she apologizes, she means it. “I’m sorry, Bastien.” She murmurs, her voice thick with

back, smirking when she hisses as

up onto her elbows, frantically checking the windows. “Not here.” She

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

the cold surface probably feels good against her stinging backside. Chuckling darkly, I withdraw my

sight making my already rock hard arousal stiffen further. For a moment I consider taking a picture of her. I would

reassert my claim, and I can’t wait a second longer. “Hold on tight

Selene’s POV