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.

shock, even as another swat lands. Forgetting about standing, I throw my hands back to try and

doing?” He

where we are, and I strain to see over the top of the booth. “Bastien, someone could see!” I exclaim,

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 tiny fraction of

are my everything, Selene.” Bastien declares fiercely, rubbing my aching bottom and then delivering another whack

Bastien

mate doesn’t know what hit her

given Selene a few playful swats over the years, even a few real ones in the bedroom, but I’ve never disciplined her this way.

One moment Selene was whispering that I hadn’t claimed her thoroughly

still trying to wriggle out of my hold. Apparently my concerns about frightening her were unnecessary. Not only is she not afraid, but the scent of her arousal has grown stronger, spiking

two strong smacks. Selene squeals in protest, more affronted than pained. “Doubting your mate.” Smack! “Lying to him.” Smack! “Keeping

my control. This time when she apologizes,

you are, sweetheart.” I flip her over onto her back, smirking when she hisses as her rear end meets

and she pushes up onto her elbows, frantically checking the windows. “Not

only reason I agree is because I don’t want any wolves passing by to get an eyeful of what’s rightfully mine. I scoop up Selene and cart

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

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 for

I may have reasserted my dominance in 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