Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 109 Not Again

Selene’s POV

Suddenly I’m staring at the floor, bent over my mate’s lap and flailing my arms to protect my, now bare, behind.

How did he do that so fast? Luna bemoans at the same time I think, I’ve got to stop wearing dresses it makes my body far too easy for him to access. My hands are immediately trapped behind my back, while my furiously kicking legs quickly become caged by Bastien’s powerful thighs. Unlike last time, I don’t weakly squeal or beg for explanations. No, this time I kick up as much of a fuss as I can, absolutely furious to find myself back in this situation.

I can’t believe Bastien is doing this to me again. It seems like the incident in the cafe opened an entire can of worms. Is this how he’s going to respond every time I do something of which he disapproves?

I suppose I shouldn’t have provoked him, but I can’t bring myself to regret it either. I know in my heart that I’m right about this.

Still, it isn’t fair. After all, it’s not like I’m strong enough to escape him. I don’t have any choice but to simply endure my mate’s punishment or do I? I’m much more powerful than I knew even a week ago, maybe defending myself from mortal peril isn’t my only skill. Maybe this is the exception to the rule about not seeing Bastien as a credible threat because this is certainly credible, and I certainly want it to stop.

Reaching deep down into my soul, into that deep well of power I managed to find at the bottom of the pool, I strain to take hold of my newfound strength. I can feel it. I can feel the currents of electricity dancing at my fingertips- but I can’t seem to wrap my hands around it or bring it forward.

Fire courses over my bottom, radiating from Bastien’s massive palm and spreading across my punished skin in a crimson flush. He spreads his swats evenly over my cheeks and upper thighs, seeming to know exactly when one patch of flesh starts to feel relief, then stealing it away before I can feel comforted.

Again I strive to take hold of my power, to bring it to the surface and project it towards my mate. Again I fail, fruitlessly grasping for the unnamed force only to have it slip through my fingers at the last moment.

Suddenly Bastien’s rumbling laugh is vibrating against my side, I know what you’re doing, baby.” He purrs, gently massaging my aching behind and making me whimper pitifully. Tears are streaming down my face, but Goddess help me, my sex is also swollen and throbbing with need.

“Would you like to know why it’s not working?” My mate continues, sounding far too smug as his fingers dip between my legs, dragging an embarrassed moan from my lips when they meet the pooling wetness at their center.

and holding me still with a possessive paw on the back of my neck.

you know this is right.” He growls, petting my thighs as he skewers me with his gaze. “You need this. You’ve been testing your limits ever since we came home, and you certainly hit them today, little wolf.” His lips descend to my neck, where

I argue weakly, shifting my weight to try to find a

brow, “We both know this isn’t like the other times. When I pretended to attack you, your power stayed completely closed off didn’t it? But that’s not the

that?” I

can feel when your power is welling. I felt a surge at the banquet, but I didn’t know what it was. It wasn’t until this afternoon that I understood, when you escaped the pool I felt a burst of pure light.” He shares, “like you

“And now?” I gulp.

His nimble fingers slip between my legs again, rubbing my sensitive clit and coming away glistening with moisture. And then there’s this.” He reminds me,

mean anything.” I insist, flushing

keep trying. The next thing! know I’m upside down again, a surprised cry on my lips as Bastien’s gravelly voice sounds from somewhere above me.

with a throbbing behind and a sour stomach. I make it to the bathroom just in time, retching

finally empty I drag my sore body into the kitchen with a groan, putting on a kettle

again. The last thing I need is to end up bedridden today. Not only did I promise Lila to show her where I grew up-a prospect which I’m sure did nothing to help my stomach, but tomorrow is a lunar eclipse, which means the entire city is in

laugh and

grinning as Bastien enters the kitchen. My husband crosses the room and

down my spine to squeeze my tender bottom and chuckling

today?” He asks when we part, still smirking while I glare up at him

Lila settled at the table with a plate of sliced fruit, I avert my gaze before answering. “I’m going to take Lila bean to see where I grew up.” I share, trying to

sudden tension as if it’s my own. “You’re taking

my mother died.” I explain evenly, “not all my memories of it are bad. And it’s not as if