by Loki Renard
“You are a very naughty girl,” he growled down at her. “I told you to behave yourself.”
“I don’t care what you told me!” she yelled back over her shoulder. “I don’t care what you say, don’t you get it!? You’re not my boss.”
“I’m your alpha.”
“No, you’re not. Wolves have alphas and I’m not one, so take your growly shit somewhere else, fluffy.”
“Did you just call me… fluffy?” He let out a laugh of real amusement that reached the beams of the ceiling and came back down to meet her bottom just as his palm slapped her pink rear once more. “That is not one I have heard before.”
“Glad you like it, Fido.”
A hard slap made her yelp like a pup and sent rough tingles shooting over the surface of her rear. Though he had laughed at her jest, Lorcan was not playing with her. Not in any sense. As the spanking began again, Hannah started to twist and writhe, the sensation overloading her nerves and making every part of her reach, feet kicking, butt clenching against the plug lodged firmly in her tight little ass.
“You need to learn to behave yourself, Hannah,” he reiterated.
“Why!? You want to keep me cooped up in this prison until I die. Well, I won’t die here, Lorcan. I’m going to escape, and you can’t stop me, I don’t care how much you hurt me.”
She made her statement defiantly through a barrage of slaps that made her squeak through some words and gasp between others. He could thrash her, he could tie her up, he could keep her in the deepest dungeon along with Sacha, but she would never, ever stop trying to escape. She had not come all this way to be trapped by some monster of a man.
Lorcan stopped spanking her for a moment and ran his palm over her heated ass. “I am not doing this to hurt you.”
“Really? Because that’s exactly what spankings do, they hurt.”
“I mean I am not keeping you here to hurt you,” he corrected himself, swatting her lightly. “Your mouth never stops running, does it?”
“Just like I’m never going to stop running,” she shot back. “I’m going to get out of here, Lorcan. And you can’t stop me.”
“We’ll see about that,” he said, pulling her up from his lap. The room they found themselves in contained a great deal of old, overstuffed furniture. Lorcan took Hannah to a chaise and pushed her over the well-padded end of it, throwing her skirt back up over her waist in one easy motion. She expected more spanking, instead she felt his fingers at the base of the plug.
It was the oddest sensation to have it moving inside her, first forward and then back and then around and then… she gasped as he pulled it from her bottom entirely and replaced it with something much longer and much thicker.
His cock stretched her little anus, sliding into that tight but prepared space in one long, smooth stroke. The plug had done its job. She was not tense, but being forced to accommodate a larger object did sting a little. Lorcan slid slowly inside her all the way to the base of his cock and then pulled out in one equally long and torturous stroke.
“You understand now, don’t you,” he growled down at her.
She did understand. There was no denying the point the alpha was making now, holding her trapped over the chaise with strong hands and an even more powerful body. Hannah squealed loudly as he fucked her bottom, his hands clamped at her hips, his cock punishing her in the most tender place she possessed.
Having her bottom taken was nothing like having her pussy fucked. Her bottom walls did not clench and the pleasure did not immediately ripple deep. Instead the heat came from the extreme vulnerability of the position and the stretching of her anus as he made use of that tight little hole more for his pleasure than for hers.
She was not immune from arousal though. Within a few dozen strokes of the alpha’s thick cock inside her tight bottom, Hannah’s pussy was ripe with juices, swollen lips responding to the pounding in her rear with an attempt to draw Lorcan lower.
He ignored the call of her dewy chalice and instead continued to fuck her bottom hole, slapping her cheeks every other stroke so she would not forget that she was a naughty girl being punished.
“Is this what you needed, Hannah? To be fucked in your arse? Do simple spankings and reasonable warnings not get through to you?”
He emphasized his questions with sharp slaps to her cheeks, which produced little grunting squeals from Hannah.
“No!” she gasped.
“I don’t know, brat,” Lorcan drawled. “It seems to me that the only time I know you’re behaving yourself is when one of your orifices is wrapped around my cock. It seems to me that you’re a very naughty girl who needs to be fucked and fucked hard just to behave herself.”
His words heightened the effect of the thrusts, his lecturing making her face go as red as her dress. Though his cock was buried inside her bottom, he nevertheless managed to sound completely composed as he made her aware of the fact that she was being disciplined.
Another barrage of slaps landed on her spread bottom cheeks and Hannah’s body responded with a welling of pleasure that made every part of her body feel hot and tense. In spite of the fact she was being punished, in spite of the fact she was sure she would never sit properly again, in spite of everything, her cunt was clenching hard and the little pleasure bud of her clitoris was painfully erect.
“You want to come, don’t you?”
Hannah had no words with which to reply, just a long moan that could only be interpreted in the affirmative. Lorcan continued fucking her ass with long strokes, but he began to touch her more gently. Instead of slapping, his hands began to caress her bottom and then down her thigh and then slide underneath her hips to… touch… her… clit.
When Lorcan’s fingers brushed against that needy little bud, Hannah’s entire body contracted in an orgasm that hit her like a bolt of lightning, jetting through every nerve in her being. She cried out at the top of her lungs, her gasps mingled with Lorcan’s growl as his hips stiffened and drove forward and his cum began pumping inside the tight cavity of her bottom. He had finished as he had started, deep inside her once virginal little ass. She could feel the flush of heat inside her, and as he withdrew some thick strands of cum emerging with his cock, painting her well fucked anus with a balm that tingled.
Lorcan slid his arms up her body and gently pulled her up into a standing position, turning her to draw her into a forgiving embrace. One arm wrapped around her waist, the other slid up under her fallen skirt to cup her bottom. Hannah nestled her head against his broad chest and then, for reasons too many to count, the tears came. Tears she could not stop.
“Shhh, little one,” Lorcan tried to soothe her. “You are forgiven.”
But she was not forgiven. She was still a prisoner. Still a little fuck toy for the alpha. Still a duck out of water. Still so very far from home, and in spite of the arms around her, still alone.
“I’m taking you to bed,” Lorcan said, lifting her limp, chastised form in his arms. “You need a good night’s sleep. You’ll feel better in the morning.”
Chapter Eleven
Hannah could not sleep. She was tucked under the sleeping alpha’s arm and he was deep in dreams, but she had been awake since he had kissed the last of her tears from her cheeks and soothed her until he’d given in to sleep.
It was not the lingering ache in her bottom that kept her awake, it was the fact she could not forget about the power the wolves shared, how the pack was united in a way she had never experienced and would never experience as a mere human. In spite of Lorcan’s efforts, Hannah’s sense of isolation was growing by the day, the feeling that she was cut off from the world and out of place besides.
If only she could talk to him about it, but Lorcan would not entertain any conversation at all on the subject. If she broached the topic at all he would glower and not speak. That alone would not dissuade Hannah though. Honoraria had become a werewolf, so it was obviously possible. He could make her as he was if he wanted to. B
ut he did not want to share that part of himself. He did not want her to be part of the pack. He wanted to fuck her and enjoy her and keep her from the gift he enjoyed.
As she laid there in the dark of night, resentment and anger began to direct her thoughts. Lorcan would not bring her into the pack, but Hannah knew there was one person who was not reluctant. One person who had been all too willing to turn her from the beginning: Sacha.
Sacha was still being punished, held in the basement of the manor. It was three weeks since the incident that had sparked Sacha’s incarceration and Hannah’s too. She supposed she should hate the woman who had so brutally attacked her, but at that moment in the dark of the darkest night, Sacha seemed like the closest thing to an ally.
It had been made very clear that nobody, especially not Hannah, was supposed to go down and see Sacha aside from the pack members responsible for guarding her, but Hannah figured there were probably a few hours in the very dead of night where there were no guards. Nobody to see her. Nobody to get her into trouble.
Hannah slid out from under Lorcan’s protective arm and tiptoed across the bedroom. She was wearing nothing but a sheer white nightgown, which made her feel all the more vulnerable as she made her way down the staircase, under Honoraria’s sparkling gaze and further down beneath the main staircase, into the very innards of the earth.
As she had hoped, there were no guards in sight. Sacha’s quarters were not hard to find, being behind literal bars. Hannah had never been down to the basement before, but she was not surprised that it was more like a dungeon than a basement. She felt a growing sense of camaraderie with the one who loathed her. They were both prisoners. Perhaps they could help one another.
Hannah found Sacha sitting in the corner of her basement room, curled in the shadows. She was a bitter, terrifying figure, but Hannah forced herself to walk right up to the bars.
“Um. Hi.”
Dark lashes rose over pale gold eyes, pupils widening in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
Hannah was terrified. Sacha was not to be trifled with, and she knew very well that going to her was very dangerous. Sacha rose to her feet, reminding Hannah how tall she was, how powerful she was, how utterly devastating her unbridled predatory nature could be. The low light of the room emphasized cruel high cheekbones, the narrow set of her eyes. Hannah’s heart began to thunder in her chest, a rushing sound in her ears as blood flooded her head. Her hands were trembling and her stomach was churning.
Sacha rolled her eyes impatiently. “Did you come just to quiver before me, or did you want something?”
Hannah took a deep breath. “I have a favor to ask.”
“A favor!?” Sacha laughed. “You come to ask me a favor. You have nerve.” She put her finger to her cheek in a thoughtful pose and looked down at Hannah with slightly more light in her eyes. “What is this favor you would ask of me?”
“Lorcan will not let me leave,” Hannah said. “And I don’t want to leave. But I don’t want to be just me anymore either. I want to be like you are, and like he is. I want to be able to be a wolf…” It sounded silly when she said it, but the words were true.
Sacha’s eyes narrowed to slivers as she nodded. “Ah. You want the blood. That is more than a favor you are asking for. You are asking me to defy the alpha, who is already very close to having my head as it is. You are asking me to risk being the death of you. You are asking me to take your blood on my hands. And for what?”
“So I can be as you are.”
“That answers what you want,” Sacha replied with thinly veiled impatience. “I am asking a different question. Why should I do you this, or any other favor?”
“Oh.”
That was a good point, one Hannah had not thought of.
“You are a self-centered little wretch,” Sacha sighed. “Being young and pretty may earn you immediate favor with my brother, but I am not so easily swayed. If I am to do this for you, I will ask much of you, and you will give it, for I will have given you life. You will give me your loyalty and your obedience. You will be mine. My blood. My whelp.”
Hannah felt the knot in her stomach screwing tighter. Sacha was asking for something Hannah was not sure she could give. It was frightening enough to be taken as Lorcan’s possession. To be under Sacha’s authority was more terrifying than she could consider.
“Think on it,” Sacha said. “The moon is not full for three days. That is the best, perhaps the only time to do this. If you still desire this, come to me then.”
“Does the moon need to be full for it to work? Or is there some kind of magic…”
“It’s easier to see where I am biting in the glow of a full moon,” Sacha replied, her eyes gleaming pale cold gold at Hannah. “Go. Think on this. It is no small matter.”
Hannah nodded, mumbled a quick thanks, and backed her way up the stairs. She was so deep in thought she did not see that her emergence from the basement had not gone unnoticed. As she climbed the stairs, her thoughts whirling about her head, she did not even stop for the mountain of male flesh waiting for her at the top of them.
Lorcan was awake. He must have noticed her leaving, or at least become aware of her absence. He was looking down at her with his powerful gaze and he did not look pleased.
“What were you doing down there?” Lorcan asked the question grimly.
Hannah decided to tell as much of the truth as was possible. “I was just, uh, seeing how Sacha is. Nobody sees her. I couldn’t sleep and I thought she might like the company.”
Lorcan’s eyes widened at her in disbelief. “You thought the woman who tried to kill you might like some company?” He turned her and dealt a harsh slap to her nightgown-clad bottom. “Get back to bed, now, Hannah. You are an innocent who seeks out beasts, and that will not do.”
When she did not move immediately, Lorcan swept her up and carried her off to bed. He seemed to enjoy the physicality of being able to take her from place to place, control her each and every motion. She could sense his worry at her having sought out Sacha, but he seemed to be putting it down to silly naivety, and not a darker plan.
Hannah did not struggle overly much; she was too busy thinking about what Sacha had said. If she returned to her, and asked her to do the deed, what Lorcan was about to do would be as nothing. There was much pain ahead no matter what she chose.
“You’re very quiet,” Lorcan observed, dropping her onto the bed. “What is going on in your head?”
“Nothing,” Hannah lied.
“Mm-hmm. Usually you fight me like hell when I’m about to punish you. What have you been up to, Hannah?”
“Nothing,” she lied again.
The bed dipped as he dropped down next to her on the bed, took her by the wrists and pinned her arms up above her head. She looked up into his amber gaze that demanded everything from her, the good, the bad, the truth. The truth she could not give.
“Tell me what’s going on, Hannah. I know you’re up to something. What were you doing with Sacha? Were you tormenting her?”
“No! I was uh… seeing if she is alright.”
Again his expression became perplexed. “Hannah, she tried to kill you, why would you go and see if she is alright? Why would you concern yourself with her at all?”
Hannah held her breath, sensing that he was trying to decide whether to believe her or not.
“You are a strange little creature,” he said, sliding to the side. “Sacha tries to kill you and your instinct is to go and befriend her? In my experience, that is not how females relate to one another.”
“Maybe you’re not as experienced with women as you think,” Hannah shot back. “Women, not females, you archaic brute.”
He laughed at her attitude and Hannah sensed a reprieve. Maybe she could talk him into turning her after all. Maybe she didn’t have to sneak around with Sacha. Maybe this could all work out.
“You must forgive her,” Hannah said, sitting up. “She is miserable.”
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br /> “She deserves to be miserable,” Lorcan said. “She has long challenged me, and she overstepped her bounds when she tried to kill you.”
“But maybe she wasn’t trying to kill me. Maybe she was actually trying to make me like you. I don’t think that’s such a bad thing.”
Lorcan shot her a sudden angry look. “You do not know what you are talking about, whelp” he said in flat refusal of the idea. “You would suffer greatly and likely perish. It is nothing like what you might imagine.”
“It’s like being something more than human,” Hannah pressed. “I would be part of your pack.”
“You are part of my pack regardless,” Lorcan said. “A mortal, untainted part, and I intend on keeping you that way.”
“A mere human among wolves,” Hannah pointed out. “Safe as a hotdog at a barbecue convention.”
“You will come to no harm,” he frowned. “I know how to keep my pack in line.”
“By banishing them to the basement.”
“You are a silly little thing,” Lorcan scowled at her. “Feeling sorry for someone who would spill your blood in a heartbeat.”
“Don’t patronize me, Lorcan,” Hannah said, her eyes narrowing at him. “I’m not silly, or little, or a thing, for that matter. I was drawn here, just like my great-aunt was. She became part of the pack. She was turned, why can’t I be?”
“Because I’m alpha, and because I say so.”
“Because I’m alpha, and I say so,” Hannah mimicked him mockingly. There was no point trying to have a conversation with him. He treated her like a juvenile, so she may as well act like one.
“Oh, really, pup,” he drawled in dark tones. “You think it a good idea to tease me now, in this mood?”
“You think it a good idea to…” She only got so far through the sentence before Lorcan grabbed her and started spanking her without any ceremony at all, his palm whacking her behind without much in the way of mercy.
