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.

doing?!” I cry in shock, even as another swat lands. Forgetting about standing, I throw my hands back to try and cover my bottom, but Bastien simply gathers my wrists and holds

I’m doing?” He growls, his voice like

booth. “Bastien,

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 phrase

my everything, Selene.” Bastien declares fiercely, rubbing my aching bottom and then delivering another whack to the spot he just soothed. “Don’t you

Bastien

know

few real ones in the bedroom, but I’ve never disciplined her this way. I

even think about what was doing. One moment Selene was whispering that I hadn’t

hold. Apparently my concerns about frightening her were unnecessary. Not only is she not afraid, but the

pained. “Doubting your mate.” Smack! “Lying to him.” Smack! “Keeping secrets.” Smack! “Putting your precious life in danger.” This smack is the hardest of

the fight draining out of her limbs. Little by little, she submits, accepting her punishment and yielding to my control. This time when she apologizes, she means it.

she hisses as her rear end

fly, and she pushes up onto her elbows, frantically checking the windows. “Not here.” She begs, “we’re practically

mine. I scoop up Selene and cart

against her stinging backside. Chuckling darkly, I withdraw my

as I sweep my gaze over her 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 for me to devour, disheveled and needy, ripe

the dining room, but I’ve yet to reassert my claim, and I can’t wait a second longer. “Hold on tight little wolf.” I instruct, teasing her swollen clit with the head of

Selene’s POV