39. Bad kitty.

**Eros**

Eros ran out of the shady-looking building, leaving the man who claimed to be his grandfather. He scanned his surroundings, wondering why he hadn't noticed this place before, despite living on this territory his whole life. He inhaled deeply, trying to catch a glimpse of his mate's scent- nothing, not a hit of her scent lingered around.

"Let's check her parent's house; she might be there. We cannot leave mate alone; she might BE in danger," Ares spoke eagerly, suggesting the easiest way to approach the situation. Eros avoided talking, he just headed straight out of the forest, hoping to reach Eve's previous home as fast as he could. After ten minutes, he did, yet there was no sign of Eve. Next, he headed for the packhouse, which was another big disappointment, since she was not there either. Eros became frantic, worried to the bone, afraid she had been taken away from him. He knew the risk he would put her under if he kept Eve around during the heat yet couldn’t stay away.
"Let's check out our house, maybe? She's been in the apartment and house so far, I highly doubt THAT she will go back to the bar," the beast's voice popped into his head again.
"Hate to admit it, but you're right. We have no other option, anyway." Eros groaned, taking off, heading to his house. Everyone in his way eyed him weirdly, yet none dared to stand in his way. As brave as werewolves were, they knew better than challenging an opponent a lot bigger than they are. As Eros approached his house, he caught a whiff of Eve's scent, getting stronger with each step he took towards the building. Overly excited, the enormous male kicked the door out of its frame, almost falling on his knees when he saw Eve sat on the sofa with an unknown woman next to her. Eros didn't care who the woman was; he had a feeling that she's the "grandmother" Balthazar mentioned earlier.

"Eros," Eve breathed out. To his surprise, she jumped to her feet and ran straight into his arms.

"Kitten, I was so worried," he wrapped his strong arms around her, holding her close to his chest. Eros leaned into her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent, calming himself and his beast.

"You were worried? I thought the silver would kill you!" Eve whispered, only now Eros noticed her tear-stained cheeks.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," the woman spoke up, standing just a few feet from the lovers, her hand outstretched towards them.

"Fuck out of my house," Eros growled dangerously, making the woman back up a little. Mary was alone, Balthazar was not by her side, and most likely he won't appear. For now, it was safer for her to back off and wait until he calmed down.

"Eros, don't be like that, Mary..." Eve tried to protest. Instead of listening to his mate, Eros grabbed her waist and threw her over his shoulder like a rag doll. He turned around and walked away from the house, unbothered by the woman left behind, or the door he destroyed.

"Why aren't you listening? You can't appear out of nowhere and man-handle me like a damn caveman," Eve whined, trying her best to wiggle out of his hold.

"Too bad you think so because it looks like I already did," he smirked, walking in the direction of his bar at a rather slow pace. Eve kept trying to set herself free, bumping her fists against his muscular back. Instead of letting her go, Eros did the unbelievable. His palm landed on Eve's ass, slapping her hard enough to leave a stinging sensation where the palm had collided with her skin.

"Bad kitty," he growled in a low, warning tone.
Eve shivered, an odd feeling of need burned in her core, arousing her. For a while, she kept battling with herself mentally, trying to understand what was happening to her body and mind. Just now, Eros slapped her ass, and instead of wincing in pain, she had shivered, silently waiting for more. Eve had to get back to her senses, instinctively trying to get out of his hold once again. Eros took a deep breath, a snarl leaving his parted lips.

"Kitten, keep grinding your arousal against my shoulder, and I'll drop you on your feet, tear your clothes into pieces, and take you where we stand," his voice was deep, threatening, and dangerous. Eve stopped moving; her cheeks flushed in embarrassment, too shy to admit that his words had aroused her even more. The woman felt as if she was the one going through the heat, not the shifter carrying her over his shoulder. Eve kept biting her lip, preventing herself from blurting out something stupid or completely inappropriate.

"Where are you taking me?" Eve suddenly tensed, realizing that Eros could be carrying her God knows where.

"Home." His answer was simple, speaking in a rather bored, monotone tone.

"This is not how you get to my parent's house."

"I know. I said I'm taking you home, meaning the apartment," the grin on his face was more extensive than ever, so the asshole didn't try to hide it. Eros was more than pleased to take any opportunity to tease Eve.

"Oh."

"I left it a little messy, but it won't be a problem," Eros added, almost laughing. Eve was so bad at hiding her emotions; he took every chance to confuse her. At this point, her voice alone, sounded like an official invitation for him to fuck her, it was better if she kept quiet, and Eros was trying to shut her.

"Didn't you mention something about keeping me away from you, while you're in the heat?" She furrowed her brows, wholly lost in the words he had said, which were replaced by irrational behaviour and actions.

"Indeed, I did."

"So, why are you taking me back now?"

"Because, as I said- you've been a naughty kitty." A wave of delightful shivers travelled over Eve's spine, hitting right into her core, hard. Suddenly, her body was speaking for itself; the little clothing she wore seemed too much.

"That doesn't make any sense." Despite her extremely aroused state, Eve tried to keep her mind clear, talking about his actions instead of her feelings.

"Does spanking you in front of a stranger seem reasonable as a form of punishment?"

"What? Why? No?" her heart raced. Eve felt both scared and bothered.

"Exactly. So first, I'll take you home. Then, I'll bend you over my knee and spank you until you beg me..." Eros bit his lip, a loud growl forming in his chest, barely being able to keep walking. He desired for nothing more than to throw her body down from his shoulder and claim her on the spot. His mind, overtaken by the sounds of her voice, moaning out his name.

"Why should I beg you? For what? To stop?" Eve dragged him out of his hazed state, questioning his words.

"Oh, kitten, I can't wait to prove you how wrong you are now," his voice became deeper, rougher, and more challenging. Eve felt as if Eros was determined to not only show her something about what she might be wrong, but also do unbelievable things to her body. He was skilful with his words, conquering her mind and soul, now- Eros had only one goal in his mind, to dominate her body.

"Why do I even deserve a punishment? What did I do? I ran, you told me to! I haven't done anything wrong," Eve whined, growing a bit afraid of the dark undertone hidden in his words. Eros was a man to admire and fantasize about; the human girl couldn't understand why she was the one chosen for him. Unfortunately, she couldn't stop wondering about the possibility of a shifter woman being a better match for him than she was. Deep inside, she felt unworthy.

"You did," Eros wouldn't back down from his words, he was sure that Eve deserved punishment. Silently, he started planning where and how he will take her after she begs for him to do so. Eros was sure that sooner or later she would beg.

"What?"

"You trusted strangers, believed in their words, and followed them blindly, putting yourself under a greater risk of getting hurt. Who knows, they might have lied." He spoke as if it was the most common thing for shifters to do- to lie and kidnap humans.

"But they didn't," Eve pouted; she was getting annoyed for being accused of something she did not do. Those shifters were there to help her- and they did. Eve couldn't understand why Eros acted so weird, why he was being so mysterious and shady.

"It isn't important. What is important is that you trusted them!" he growled back, shutting Eve up for good. With each breath came a deep growl, reminding Eve not to underestimate his superiority over her. She didn't notice how Eros carried her into the bar, snarling and growling at anyone who dared to look their way. Eve took a glance at the bartender who had tried to help her earlier and averted her eyes in shame. Brandon looked at her, shock being instantly replaced by pity.

"GET. THE. FUCK. OUT. OF. MY. BAR!" Eros roared, the windows of the bar shook from the force, coming from his voice. For a second, everyone in the bar, shared confused looks with one another. Just a little growl, coming from Eros, made them all run out, leaving whatever belongings they had behind. As the last wolf ran out, closing the door, Eros placed Eve back on her feet, holding her tightly around her waist.

"Easy there, tiger, you might feel a bit dizzy," he flashed the brightest, most loving smile at her. Eve seemed puzzled, especially for his seemingly bipolar behaviour. Without warning, he picked her up and pinned her against the wall, his lips colliding with hers, their tongues fighting in a passionate dance. His hands roamed all over her body, greedily grabbing onto her clothes, tugging on them. Eve was so lost in their kiss, she didn't notice how her back was no longer pressed against the wall, and Eros was carrying her upstairs to their apartment. One moment she was pressed close to his body, their lips moving in perfect sync, her body grinding against his and the next moment, she's thrown over his lap, her pants yanked down, revealing her bare bum. The sound of the slap echoed throughout the apartment, followed by a wince of pain, coming from Eve's parted lips.

"What the fuck? That hurt!" she hissed. Eros smiled, caressing the red spot on her ass gently, withdrawing his hand and admiring the faint mark he had left. Eve relaxed when his hand was no longer on her ass, a victory celebrated a bit too early. Eros tangled his fingers in her hair and yanked her head a bit, making her face him. A mischievous grin grew on his lips, eyes focused on her flushed face. His palm collided with her ass again, the same spot yet putting in more force. Eve flinched, unable to escape his hold. She closed her eyes, trying to focus her thoughts on anything other than his palm leaving bright red marks on her delicate skin.

"You like this," Eros chuckled, landing his palm on the same red spot once again. He didn't bother to hide how much he enjoyed punishing her.

"No!" Eve instantly squirmed, fighting to get out of his hold.

"If that's so, why are you aroused, kitten?"