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.

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

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

“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 phrase so viciously I wince. I know he’s only using a

then

Bastien

mate doesn’t know what hit

real ones in the bedroom, but I’ve never disciplined her this way. I was always afraid of triggering her post traumatic stress, of reminding her of

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

my concerns about frightening her

a very bad girl.” I purr, giving her two strong smacks. Selene squeals 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

yielding to my control. This time when she apologizes, she means it.

over onto her back, smirking when she hisses as her rear end

up onto her elbows, frantically checking

don’t want any wolves passing 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

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

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

room, but I’ve yet to reassert my claim, and I can’t wait a second longer. “Hold on tight little wolf.”

Selene’s POV