I gulped. “I thought you wanted me to go away. You left without talking to me.”
“You didn’t want to talk to me!” he said, exasperated.
“You didn’t even try!” I protested.
He shrugged. “That’s what happens with couples. Sometimes they get in spats. I’ll admit that I have a hot temper, and I am very jealous. I should have dealt with it better. I’ll get you another phone.”
I felt an odd thrill ripple through me. “You were jealous? Of me?”
“Of course I’m jealous of you. I see the way other wolves look at you. I see how they want you. It makes me want to wolf out and rip open their throats.”
I felt like that was all in his mind, but then, there have been plenty of times that Corwin and Bess told me about how guys were checking me out and I didn’t notice. I loved that Max was jealous of me, that he didn’t want any other wolf to be with me.
He waited. “Uh, Josephine, this is the part where you say you’re sorry too.”
“I am sorry about the massive screw up that ended up with Peter showing up at the compound. I am sorry I took Virginia into town without talking to you first. If I’d known that she might be in danger, I swear to God, I would never have done that. Even so, I should have checked with you first before I did that.”
“Yes, you should have. You will next time.”
“So – no punishment?” I said hopefully.
He threw back his head and laughed. “Ha!”
“What is the punishment?”
He grinned, picked me up, and threw me over his shoulder. He stalked across the yard, with me kicking and yelling the whole way.
When we arrived at the porch, the next thing I knew, he was sitting down on a chair with me sprawled face down over his lap…and he flipped the hem of my dress up, and yanked my panties down.
Now, shifters are part animal by nature, and we’re not particularly shy about public nudity. Still, there I was with my bare ass hanging out in front of dozens of strangers…who were watching very, very eagerly. This was embarrassing.
Even more mortifying, I felt myself getting really turned on by the public spectacle and the prospect of being spanked in front of everyone. I felt heat sweep through my body, and dampness seeped between my pussy lips. Maxwell would know it too, of course; he could scent my arousal.
“What are you doing?” I shrieked. “Put me down!”
In a booming voice, he called out “I, Alpha Maxwell Battle, son of Alpha Vincent Battle, will administer discipline to my bride as I see fit. She will receive fifteen strikes.”
My arm was bent up behind my back. My butt was hanging out. Maxwell’s hand came down on my right cheek with a tremendous smack. Everyone cried out approvingly.
I shrieked and thrashed my legs, but only partly from the pain. The jolt of arousal that shot through my body nearly made me come right there.
His hand came down again, and again. I screamed, writhing and thrashing and struggling to get away. Maxwell held me pinned firmly in place, and spanked me again and again.
With every smack of his hand, I could feel the outline of his palm print, burning into my flesh. A dozen hand prints bloomed like roses on my butt cheeks; I knew because I could feel them throbbing there.
The arousal that swept through me could not be denied. It was a raging tsunami of lust, barreling towards me.
“Stop,” I pleaded. “You’ll make me come. Not here. Please! Please!” I was practically sobbing, I was struggling so hard not come in front of everyone.
I could see wolf couples pairing off in the crowd. Men grabbing their women by the hair, kissing them hungrily, their hands roving over the women’s bodies, and the women crying out in pleasure. Couples writhing on the ground.
“You should have thought of that before you misbehaved, “ Max taunted, and spanked me again. Hard.
It was too much. I felt as if rockets were exploding in my stomach. I screamed and the orgasm rolled right over me, convulsing me, and I shuddered helplessly as wave after wave crashed through me. My body felt liquid and boneless, with intense pleasure flooding through me from head to toe.
I could hear the wolves in the crowd howling their approval, a chorus of shifter howls twisting up in the air.
“Back to our bedroom. Now,” Maxwell growled, and he dragged me to the truck.
We made it about a quarter mile, before he pulled over. “Get out,” he growled. “I can’t wait.” The musky smell of his arousal fogged the inside of the truck, tickling my nostrils and sending pulses of desire through me.
Breathless, I scrambled out of the truck. He followed me, spun me around and threw me up against the truck. Then he kicked my legs apart and hiked my hem up. I’d lost my panties back on the porch, I realized. I felt the warm breeze on my bare pussy.