Chapter Twenty Four

He moved backwards and sat himself down on the end of the bed and signaled for me to bend over his lap. I tried not to blush as I laid myself down, I tried to get comfortable but in the end I was over the mans fucking knees, and comfort was the last thing on his mind right now. He backed further up so I was half lying on the bed, my rear on the middle of his lap. I heard the sharp intake of air as his hands massaged my skin. The purr of appreciation.

"God, what the fuck are you doing?" I snarled as I felt him trace his fingers along the curve.

He ignored me and continued smothering his large warm hands over my ass, just feeling the soft skin. It sent a weird rush up my spine but I tried not to react.

"You're getting thirty."

I stared at him.

"No haggling this time Sven I'm not changing my mind. You're getting thirty."

If anyone's been spanked before they should know that just five can fucking sting, I wasn't optimistic about ten but fucking thirty would leave my ass burning forever!

"No fucking way!"

"Yes, Sven you will never kiss another man, you think all you need to do is leave and you'll get over me and you'll find another man but you won't, you won't ever because, because you're mine!" His frustration was getting to me, like it was in the air and I was breathing it in.

I started struggling, wriggling, but his grip on me was firm.

"No!"

"Yes. Stop fucking struggling! We made a deal!"

"Let me go." He could say he was my mate all he wanted but nothing would change the fact that I knew what he was. The face he had given me, the anger and hatred all mixed into one, as he shouted at me, rejected me and forced me to complete it. That will never leave my head.

He smacked one cheek and just the sound made me blush like crazy. I started to feel the sting of tension. Fear for the upcoming punishment. Then another smack.

I gasped, "No way."

His hand came down again.

And again my entire backside buzzed with pain.

I spluttered, "Stop! Wait!" I needed to think, the breath, this was twisting my stomach into something new, I was really panicking.

"Castus!"

He froze.

"Give me... give me a few seconds..." This seemed to sooth him for whatever reason and he stopped. He moved his hand back to just stroking my skin as he waited for me to calm down, it really felt good just having him so close to me, and feeling his skin on my skin, the connection.

"You want me to stay?" I breathed. Because it was a question I needed an answer to, in all my time staying here I hadn't thought to really stay, not for long, I'd just thought maybe I could burn their kitchen down and leave at some point.

He went absolutely still and I tensed up, preparing for another.

"Twenty-seven to go," He growled.

"No, fucking hell you have got to be kidding me!" I snarled.

He started again and each time his hand came down I hissed as the burning pain spread from one cheek to the other. He didn't stop even as we reached twenty and my thighs were burning, my toes curled. My legs had the exercise of their life as I kicked wildly and I had a mouthful of the cover trying to keep myself more or less quiet.

"Castus!" I screamed, muffled as number twenty-six came down hard.

"Tell me. You will never. Kiss another man." He said between hits. God my ass had to be flaming by now. It felt like someone had spilled their coffee over it.

"I won't- I won't kiss another man!" I gasped.

"You're mine!" HIs voice was low and gravelly, he sounded angry but it was more than that, there was something else in his voice, something not only extremely commanding but seriously sexy.

"I'm yours." I echoed him gasping and scrabbling at his leg.

And then we reached thirty.

He took a deep breath and I finally exhaled. It felt like the air was thick, I was having trouble working my way around it.

I pulled away from him and realized with some sense of satisfaction that he was done, settled with thirty he let me get up. And for whatever reason as I stood there, a strange numbness spreading down my thighs.

But before I could fully get up I decided on a my own form of payback, I sank my fangs into his legs and bit down, this would leave a nice thick scar and maybe we could then both go down sporting our own injuries, spoils of the war, but his would last longer.

He yowled, a loud wailing cry of pain, but his grip on me stayed.

When I was expecting him to start screaming at me he didn't. I opened my tightly shut eyes, expecting his hand to come down any minute. He should be mad. I should be feeling his anger in waves. But he wasn't or I couldn't feel it?

I started moving off of him, making sure he wasn't about to reach for me as I moved.

Holyfuck.

I gasped.

"Don't move." He hissed at me.

My face was red.

"Castus did that make you...?"

"No!" He yelled.

"I'm pretty sure it did." I snorted, rubbing gently against his crotch just to tease him.

He moved me effortlessly so I was back into the same position as before. I could feel his glare even though my face was pressed against the covers.

That was when I remembered what was going on, "Masochist." I mumbled.

"I'm not a masochist!" His voice boomed and I practically jumped out of my skin.

"Okay," I breathed. So he didn't like being called a masochist. "Sex addict," I mumbled.

His hand came thwacking down on my ass and I could have probable jumped a couple feet in the air if his arm hadn't held me down.

I cursed. "Asshole!"

My mind was a bit stunned. Half registering pain the other half contemplating what on earth his hard on could mean. I bit him, I didn't stroke him, surely that makes him a masochist? Unless it wasn't the pain he liked... I'm not going to scream it to the world, if I'm honest (which I rarely ever am) I could totally see myself doing the same thing. But that's mostly because I or for lack of better words my wolf want- or needs Castus to mark me at some stage. It somehow twists it into something erotic...

"You want me to mark you," I stated quietly.

He said nothing so I continued, "Is it true, you want me to mark you?"

Castus sighed, "I don't know why, maybe it's because we're both men."

"Or I'm not submissive."

He growled, a deep throaty growl that reverberated around the room and made me shiver.

"You don't get to use this as an excuse to convince yourself you're not naturally submissive. I knew the day I met you that you were, it was the first thing that attracted me to you. I don't give a shit if you like hunting or if you like fucking twinks to convince yourself you're not, you are submissive. This changes nothing."

"It changes a little."

"Nothing!"

And then a silence was played and it was made bolder by the fact that I was buck naked over his knee with an ass that frankly I'm afraid to move with.

"Does that- I mean- does it mean you-" I stilled my expression, my entire being focusing on keeping any rogue emotion from leaking out. "You don't want to mark me?"

I growled, "Yes I do, and I sure as hell fucking will." He hugged my body close to him and I hissed as my ass brushed against the unforgiving fabric of his jeans, my legs either side of him, knees to the bed. This was an odd position but god it felt good and I didn't try to move away. I was too tired, too exhausted, and by the feel of Castus's relaxed corded muscles so was he.

"But you want me to mark you as well..." I trembled a little, not only because his arms wrapped around me suddenly infusing me with his warmth, but also because the thought of fucking Castus, of taking him and sinking my fangs into the side of his neck. That gave me a hard one like never seen before in porn.

What if we both bit at the same time? Was that possible? Because fuck it sounded hot. I could totally deal with that, I would be up for marking him.

Shit. No, this changes nothing.

I can't mark Castus, that would just solidify our relationship.

I can't do that. I hate the man.

I just can't mark him, not with our history, a bruised pride never forgets.



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It was weird just laying in his arms. Neither of us moved really, and I'm not all that sure on how long we just sat there. I took an absurd delight in just enjoying the closeness and listening to his strong rapid heartbeat drumming away beneath his washboard chest.

It was like a drummers lullaby, soft and soothing and eventually I got sleepy.

I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, his chest was so warm and he felt so good to cuddle up with. Castus laid me down gently onto the bed and wrapped himself around my side, like an odd but gentle hug before he moved away. And I couldn't help but wonder in a panicky second where Castus was going.

There was a stony silence and I waited for Castus to reenter the room.

"So..." He sounded hesitant. "I can either get out some good vitamin e type body lotion, or I think Aloe Vera's also really good. Or the third option is a bath. I can run you an oil bath with bubbles?"

I turned to look up at him and hissed through my clenched teeth as my ass warred with the soft sheets.

"What are you talking about?" I asked him, my head cocked to the side a little.

"For the burning?"

I stared at him. Who was this man standing in front of me, the possessive angry alpha male gone to be replaced by the gentle giant before me.

"What's best?" I wondered if he knew and how he knew because there was no way in hell anyone from the old pack would have spanked him, let alone punished him. Did he find him a twink to spank while I was away? Or was that just how he ran things here, the punishments were physical.

"I think we should try a bubble bath and then some Aloe Vera. I'll go run one right now, would you like elderberry or sandalwood bubbles?"

I stared at him like he was an alien species. "Elderberry?" Because I knew the drink tasted good.

He nodded. "That sounds good. Actually, let's fill it up with you in it, okay Sven?"

I just nodded and stared at him silently as he walked over to me. "Do you need me to carry you? I went for your thighs as well, I know it's gonna burn." He leaned over and he slid one arm under my legs, far away enough from my ass and another went around my back and under my left arm.

I was pretty confident I could walk just fine but I wasn't going to object to the gentle aftercare even if it meant allowing him to carry me like a princess.

In one heave hoe I was up in his arms, and it was the strangest thing. Because as he walked towards the bathroom, completely oblivious of my weight, I felt like I was in the arms of a giant. Or the strongest man on earth.

And just sitting there made me feel like I was secure, this warm feeling in my belly telling me that I was safe, like he was a shisa, the Japanese guard dog that wards off all evil spirits.

He gently laid me down in the tub and I felt a throb as my ass hit the cold bottom of the tub. It suddenly felt freezing without him wrapped around me.

I wondered whether maybe I should ask him to join me but the back of my mind whispered no and the thought evaporated.

He tested the waters heat before he plugged the bath and let it pool around my sides. He then lead over and got some clear scented bath foam to add to the water. It smelled amazing, just like the drink tasted. I little girly but I didn't mind.

"I'm not making this too hot am I?" He asked me.

I looked up at him, a little lost for words.

"No... You're not."

"Okay, the shampoos on the wooden bar near the edge, it's all mine but... if you don't want that there's more in the cupboards down here, you only have to reach a bit. If it's too slippery and you can't reach just call don't get out of the tub. There's conditioner in there too, and other things if you need them. I only use shampoo and soap so that's what's out."

He went silent for a second as his eyes seemed to soak up my image, like a camera. "And, so, if you need anything call." And then he walked out.

I stared at the foam and the water pooling around my slightly hairy ankles. Then I looked up at the stunningly tiled ceiling.

The heat rose till the water was at my shoulders and the foam even higher. I registered only vaguely that the burning was less now, if not almost nonexistent.

And then I reached for the shampoo an let the bottle fall in the water and watched it rise to the top. I picked it up and opened the cap for a whiff.

The room smelled amazing but I can promise you the shampoo smelled even better. It wasn't the scent of Castus but it was a part of it. I inhaled deeply and put it back on the water, watching it bob around.

The steam tickled my nose.

I wondered how this would feel if I was in wolf form. Would my fur go everywhere? Would it be uncomfortable? Probably. I hated getting cosmetics in my fur.

But the heat was nice, and the large nice tub, the bubbles too, icing on the cake. It had been a long time since I'd taken a bath.

I sighed and opened the cap again and sniffed at the scent.

And as my eyes slowly shut closed my very dazed and exhausted mind whispered the word home, and the rest of me, for once, agreed.