The ride back to the warehouse was quiet. After retrieving her from Beta Blaise, Killian hadn’t said anything. It worried her, but she was too relieved to be back in his presence to say anything. Surely if she was with him, then the problem with her father was settled.
“What did he want?” she finally asked once they were inside.
Killian sighed softly and pulled her close. His wonderful scent of coffee and badger encased her and she snuggled into his embrace. “You were right, little wolf. Your father is a piece of work. He didn’t care about you. Just how you could be used as a bargaining chip.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “He announced he has accepted our mating. Now he and Alpha Hunter are discussing any medical help the Okanogan Pack can offer him.” He paused and rubbed her back in long, heavy strokes. Each one made her melt a little.
“Frynna, what’s wrong with the Nebraska Pack?”
The question confused her and she looked up at him. “What do you mean?”
“The wolves with Alpha Guy smelled wrong.”
“Oh that.” She frowned and shook her head. “There are a lot of strange things going on in the pack. Father wouldn’t talk to us about them, but I overheard him yelling at one wolf because he had shifted more times than he was allowed.”
He pulled back slightly. “He controls how often they can shift? Because of humans?”
“No.” She shook her head, having the feeling he was thinking about the BDSM alignment thing. “We had a lot of spaces that had no human encroachment. Father controlled everything, Killian. How often a wolf could shift. When they could shift. What they could do when shifted.” Frynna sighed. “Some of the wolves had taken to not shifting at all. I still don’t know how they did it. But they always smelled a bit bad. Sour, kind of.” Her nose wrinkled at the memory.
“That’s how his enforcers smelled. Sour.”
“Which ones did he bring with him?” He told her and she shook her head. “Dalin and Feth have been his enforcers for years, decades even. And they’ve smelled bad for years. But Veren?” Her shoulders flumped. “That’s sad. He was always a happy wolf.”
“He didn’t look happy today. His eyes were dark, his cheeks sunken in. Just like the other two.”
Sad that a wolf that had always seemed a bit of an anomaly in the pack with his bright, shiny smiles and off sense of humor had caved to her father’s demands, she felt tears fill her eyes.
“It’s okay, little wolf,” he murmured and used his thumbs to wipe the tears away. “He’s out of our lives now.”
She glanced up at him and offered a tremulous smile. “What did I do to get you into my life?”
He smiled. “I don’t know. But I do know of a way we can put all this behind us.” His smile widened and his eyes intensified. “How about a romp upstairs?”
“Oh yes, please.”
Killian smacked her ass playfully. “Come on, little wolf. Let’s go run.”
She dashed toward the stairs, pulling and kicking off her clothes as she went. The sound of him racing toward the opposite tree in his feline form filled her ears and she laughed as she climbed up the stairs. When she reached the top, she shifted to her wolf form and he came out of nowhere, pouncing quickly on top of her.
He grinned, showing off his white teeth and bounced off. With a bark of a laugh, she ran over the manmade hills, thrilled he was on her tail.
They romped and played for over an hour and all her stress since she learned her father was there bled out of her. Being with Killian made her feel alive.
When she crashed to the ground under one of the skylights and shifted back to human form, he did the same, wrapping his wonderfully strong arms around her. “Feel better, little wolf?” he teased.
She smiled up at him. “Much better. But I think there’s something else I need to really make it all right.”
His eyes heated and he nodded. “I agree. How about a little kink thrown in? Let’s align with our animals at the same time.”
Thrilled, she nodded and sat up. “Yes.” In the one scene with him at the club, she’d had those few moments of being one with her wolf. Just the memory made her heart take off and her wolf push forward. Of course, when he had her hold her hands over her head their first night together, that had come close.
“Come.” He stood up, his strong body making her drool. Killian was perfect. “I never set up this floor for play, though now I will rectify that. So let’s go below.”
“The bedroom?” she guessed as he pulled her to her feet and they walked toward the stairs.
He flashed a grin at her that held a distinct sense of naughtiness. Her core tensed and liquid trickled out of her. She loved a naughty Killian. “Oh, Frynna,” he said in a purr. “Have you not wondered why there are hooks on every piece of furniture? Have you not looked through the kitchen cupboards?”
“C-cupboards?” she asked with a snort. To be honest, she hadn’t noticed any hooks. She would have to check that out. “The kitchen’s where we prepare our food,” she reminded him. “Nobody has sex in there.” Surely.
Don’t be silly, her wolf said, alert and horny as could be. Our mate can have sex with us anywhere.
“Oh, little wolf,” he said and kissed her gently. “You have so much to learn. And speaking of food, I am a bit… peckish.”
“Kitchen first then,” she said with a smile as she climbed down the stairs. His chuckle sent a trickle of fear and excitement down her spine. What was he planning?
“Definitely the kitchen first,” he said as he followed her. “When I’ve blown your mind there, perhaps I’ll show you what fun can be had in the office.”
She stalled on the last stair. Office? He did stuff in there? The thought of him making her bend over his desk while he took her from behind sent her wolf into a tizzy. More liquid trickled out of her and down her leg.
“Move, little wolf,” he said and she quickly darted out of the way as he dropped to the floor. Damn. Felines really did land on their feet. Even in human form.
Killian straightened up and looked at her, his dark brown eyes having taken on a firmer edge. Her breath picked up. “Go into the kitchen, face the sink, and put your hands on the counter. Don’t move once you’ve gotten there. Understood?” She nodded. “Go.”
She scampered into the kitchen, the bright wonderful space taking on a slightly darker edge as she did as he asked. It was difficult to imagine what he’d be able to do, kink-wise, in there. It wasn’t like he kept his supplies in the cupboards. Did he?
He moved behind her and she glanced over her shoulder to see what he was up to. His hand came in contact with her right butt cheek, making her squeak in surprise and pain. Wide-eyed, she stared at him.
“I said not to move, little wolf. Turn back around. You don’t get to know what I’m going to do… until I do it.”
Oh crap… oh crap… oh crap. Frynna tried to breathe slower to calm down her heart rate, but her wolf was too excited. Each slide of a drawer or thump as something hit the counter behind her, ratcheted up her pulse until each sound was loud in her ears.
His hot body pressed against hers, pushing her into the counter. A low moan left her lips as his cock pressed against her lower back. “Here are the rules, little wolf,” he murmured into her ear. “No talking unless I ask you a direct question. If you get scared, say yellow. If things become too much, say red. Otherwise, I get to enjoy myself with your little body. And if you’re a good girl, you’ll get something out of it too.”
Oh, that tone. He’d used it at the club and when they were in bed together. She’d never heard anything like it before him and the quality sent goosebumps all along her flesh.
His hands came to rest next to hers and she began to pant. “That’s right,” he said, his voice dropping even lower. “You’re mine, little wolf. Mine.”
Oh yes. She groaned and when he pressed a kiss to her neck, moved her head to give him better access.
He chuckled. “Needy, love? I can help with that.” He pressed his lips to the juncture of where her shoulder and neck met and sucked hard.
“Oh.” Her knees almost gave out, but he pressed her harder against the counter top. She wasn’t going anywhere. Restrained by nothing other than his body. She moaned again as he pulled off.
He trailed his finger around the sore spot he’d just created. “I like that,” he said with a purr. “You’ll wear that mark for several days. Whether we’re here or out, I wish that mark to remain visible.”
Why was that so hot? He’d marked her. Marked her! Frynna nodded, her entire body trembling.
“Good little wolf.” He grasped her shoulders lightly and trailed his hands down her sides to her waist. “Can you stand?” He pulled back slightly and she tightened her fingers on the edge of the counter until she was sure.
“Yes.”
He leaned in again, his breath ghosting over her ear. “Yes, Sir, Frynna. When we scene, it’s always Sir.”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured and felt like she could purr when he licked up her ear.
“Good, little wolf. Now. Don’t move.”
She smiled, but the smile turned into a pout when he stepped back. Without his warmth behind her, she was incredibly aware that she stood naked in a kitchen in a very large warehouse. Even though it was impossible, what if someone walked in? Anticipation shot up her spine at the thought and her mouth dropped open.
“What just went through that brain of yours?” Killian asked from a couple feet behind her. “You look shocked.”
Heat flooded into her face. There was no way she was revealing to him that she was turned on by the thought of someone watching them. No. Way. “Ow!” She yiped as heat flooded across her right butt cheek. Instinctively, she reached back and he smacked her hand.
“Put it back, Frynna.” Part of her wanted to continue, but she forced herself to put her hand back on the counter. “A sub answers her Dom. Answer the question.”
Frynna closed her eyes as shame enveloped her.
“Hey.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush with his body. “There is never any reason to be embarrassed, little wolf. Not with me. Whatever you have to tell me won’t shock or horrify me, I can promise you. I think I’ve heard just about anything a sub could say. What surprised you?”
Answer him, her wolf demanded. Frynna had the feeling she would have bitten her if she could.
“I imagined someone seeing me like this. Naked in the kitchen,” she said in a hoarse voice.
“And?” he encouraged.
“It excited me.”
She both felt and heard his purr as he pressed a kiss to her neck. “That, little wolf, is a wonderful thing.”
“Why? Isn’t it sick?” Who would want to be caught?
“That you have exhibitionist desires? Definitely not. As a Dom, it pleases me because it means that when we play at the club, people watching you will up your pleasure.” He hummed lightly. “This is a good thing, Frynna, a very good thing.”
While she wasn’t sure, she sunk into his warmth and forgot what had upset her.
“Now put your hands back,” he commanded. “It’s time to drive you crazy.”
Her eyes flashed open and she grabbed onto the counter. Crazy… crazy sounded good.
He stepped away again and something wrapped around her ankles. She glanced down and yiped when he smacked her ass. “No moving, little wolf. If I have to, I’ll cover your eyes.”
She didn’t want that. So she forced herself to keep her eyes on the main room. Whatever he’d wrapped around her ankle was soft. “Put your legs together.” Frynna moved her other foot over and he wrapped the material around that ankle as well. “Try and move them apart.” She did and heat blasted through her. She was hobbled. Couldn’t move. Why was that exciting?
“Perfect.” He reached around and took her right hand. He pulled it back, kissed her palm, and then reached for her left. Killian placed both palms together against the middle of her back and bound them with something that felt rubbery. What did he put in the kitchen? She was obviously going to have to get better acquainted with her new home.
“Any discomfort?” he asked.
Besides the fact it felt really strange? “No… Sir.”
He put a hand on her waist. “Bend over and put your cheek against the counter.” That was an odd thing to say, but she followed his other hand as he pressed her forward until her left cheek rested against the cool counter. His palm ghosted over her buttocks and squeezed. “You have a beautiful ass, Frynna. One I and my jaguar could look at all day long. Either in your human or wolf forms.”
People really shouldn’t be allowed to say things like that. Then again, Killian wasn’t people. He was her mate. Her man. Her… Dom.
Fire raced to her core at the thought. Her Dom. Why that thrilled her, she couldn’t say, but it did. Mine.
Snap. The sound in the space was loud and she gasped as heat spread along her right buttock. That hadn’t been his hand. What did he use?
Snap. Snap. Snap. Three more came quickly, covering her left buttock and the tops of her thighs. It left behind a throb. And even though the heat that came first wasn’t fun, she liked the way her muscles ached when it hit. Before she could think any more on it, three more snaps filled the air and she hissed as they laid a trail across her ass.
His hot palm slid along the trail, making her whimper and moan. “Your skin takes the strikes so well, little wolf. Such a pretty ass. I look forward to covering your ass with welts for others to see.”
She froze. “B-but you said you wouldn’t whip me.” Terror clogged at her chest. Her hands and feet were tied up. She couldn’t get away.
Something clacked to the floor and he pulled her up against his chest. “I won’t, Frynna. I won’t whip you. Welts can be caused by anything. For instance, I was just using a spatula and it left nice red marks along your skin.”
It took a couple seconds to make sense of what he said. He wouldn’t whip her was her first relief. Then the rest of his words sunk in. “A spatula?” she spluttered, giggling.
“Why yes,” he said, sounding pleased. “We call them pervertables, love. Taking an everyday item and using it for kink. Our kitchen is filled with wonderful everyday items.”
Frynna laughed—releasing her fears—and leaned against him. “You, Killian Bello, are amazing.”
“True,” he agreed, making her laugh again. “Feel safe enough to continue play?”
Her wolf sighed in contentment at his words as did she. He hadn’t made her power through or left her scared. Killian truly did care for her. He… “Love?” she whispered as he nuzzled behind her ear. “You called me love.” It could just be an endearment. After all, maybe he called other subs that when he played with them. Jealousy burned along her skin at the thought of him playing with anyone else.
He squeezed her tight. “Yes, Frynna. I love you.” His voice was soft, a caress all of its own. “I had no idea it would come so fast. But you, little wolf, have captured my heart and my jaguar’s devotion.” With a chuckle, he nipped lightly at her ear. “My cock is in complete agreement. Shall we continue?”
There were so many things she wanted to say, but wasn’t sure how to say them. So she nodded. How could she tell him she’d fallen in love with him too? His strength, his belief in her, and his wonderful sense of humor. If her father had had his way, she would be the mate to Alpha Gerard by now. Hell no.
“Frynna,” he said as he helped her bend over and put her cheek on the counter. “When is your next heat?”
She frowned as she did the math. “In ten to fourteen days.”
“I’ll have condoms around for that time. The jury’s out as to whether or not a feline shifter and wolf shifter can produce a kit, but our relationship is too new to deal with a child. Perhaps in a couple years, if we decide we wouldn’t mind having one, we’ll throw caution to the wind. Until then, when you’re in heat, I won’t shift anywhere near you.”
Children. She hadn’t thought about them. Did she even want one? Frynna had no clue and was glad he was thinking ahead. The last thing she wanted to do was to get pregnant.
Heat flooded her cheeks at his last statement. Yes, that would be best. In their animal forms, they were more likely to act first, think second.
“Good thinking,” she said with a giggle.
“Now, you seemed to enjoy the spatula. Let’s see how you feel about a pancake turner.” She barely had the opportunity to laugh before with a thwap, it landed firmly in the middle of her ass. She yiped. “Very nice,” he said. “Especially with the cutouts.”
“Pervert,” she said with a giggle. Three thwaps fell in a row making her squeak. The pancake turner left more of a burn than the spatula had.
“Calling your Dom a pervert.” He tsked. “We can’t have that. Even if it is true.”
The man was a demon. He kept making her laugh and then would swat her with whatever kitchen implement he decided upon. Besides the spatula and the pancake turner, he hit her with a kitchen towel, a pair of wooden chopsticks that were remarkably painful considering how tiny they were, and a cutting board.
When he put that away, her buttocks ached, her pussy throbbed, and her skin was coated in sweat. Even when they hurt, they sent a zing of want through her entire body and all she wanted was for him to shove himself inside and fuck her until she couldn’t think anymore.
“Go with it,” he commanded and before she could ask him what, his hands lifted her hips and slid her forward over the counter until her cheek rested close to the edge and her thighs lay against the wood of the island. Her heart beat faster. Surely now he would release her ankles and fuck her.
His thick fingers spread her cheeks apart. “A nice asshole, Frynna. One day I’ll take that.” Her heart leapt into her throat. He would want to fuck her ass? “But for now, I’m going to enjoy your hot cunt. I do believe I have an addiction to it. It’s so tight and hungry for my dick.”
She tried to spread her legs but as she was once again reminded that she couldn’t move, heat flooded her and liquid gushed from her pussy.
A long low chuckle filled the air. “Like I said. Hungry for my dick. But first, as I mentioned earlier. I feel a bit peckish.” He was going to eat first? Before she had a chance to get annoyed, he pressed his tongue to her clit and licked up to her pussy.
“Oh!” Her mouth stayed open as he did it again, this time sliding his tongue inside her and lapping at the sides. His thumbs pulled her buttocks as far apart as they could get and she hissed as the burn from the spanking sizzled under his treatment. But the burn turned to something else, something that made her want him to continue.
His tongue languidly moved in and out of her, eating her up and all she could do was moan and pant and want. With her arms locked behind her back and her ankles tied together, there was nothing she could do but take what he gave her. It was the most beautiful thing she could imagine.