Chapter 84
"What have I done?" Fleur whispered, her voice fracturing in the charged silence of the room.
Her lip trembled between her teeth as she tried to steady her breathing, but it only quickened, shallow and desperate.
Christian’s hand traced the soft curve of her thigh with deliberate slowness, each calloused stroke sending fresh heat pooling between her legs. Her panties grew damp, clinging to her skin, betraying the storm of fear and need raging inside her.
Christian let out a low, humorless snort that rumbled from deep in his chest—like the warning growl of a beast barely leashed. His eyes, dark as midnight forests under a blood moon, burned into hers.
"You are so painfully innocent, dollface," he murmured, each word slow and heavy with centuries of pain. "You could end a life and never see the blood on your hands. You stole my heart the moment our souls recognized each other... and you crushed it beneath your heel without even realizing you held it."
His jaw tightened, a muscle ticking as the ancient wolf inside him howled in torment. "My mate. My undoing."
Fleur’s lips parted, confusion and longing swirling in her wide eyes. She blinked at the man—the beast—who had claimed her in both blood and bond, her alpha husband whose feral nature only made her crave him more.
There was no warning.
In one fluid, predatory motion, Christian stripped her jeans down her legs and tore her panties away, the delicate fabric ripping like paper beneath his strength.
Fleur barely registered the movement; she was lost in the hypnotic pull of his gaze, those silver flecks flickering at the edges of his irises as the wolf rose closer to the surface. Cool air kissed her exposed core, and a fresh wave of slick arousal betrayed her.
His fingers—rough, possessive, burning with supernatural heat—plunged into her soaked heat.
Fleur gasped sharply, her body arching as he filled her, stretching her with two thick fingers that curled and stroked with merciless precision.
Every thrust dragged her closer to the edge, her breaths coming in broken whimpers that echoed off the walls like a prayer and a curse. The buried mate bond flared between them, raw and electric, amplifying every sensation until she felt consumed by him—body, soul, and the wild spirit awakening inside her own veins.
Christian’s mouth latched onto her aching nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive peak while his fingers drove deeper, faster. The blend of pain and pleasure tore a scream from her throat. She was unraveling, lost in the fire only her mate could ignite.
"Christian... I want you," she gasped, the words spilling out before her mind could catch them—raw, honest, and aching with the pull of the heat.
A deep, guttural groan tore from his chest.
"Oh, baby..." He pumped his fingers harder, his thumb circling her swollen clit with devastating skill, eyes locked on her flushed face as if memorizing every flicker of ecstasy. His free hand captured her other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple until she cried out, back bowing off the bed.
She was so close—so agonizingly close—when he suddenly withdrew.
Fleur’s eyes flew open in disbelief, her body throbbing with unfulfilled need. "Why... why did you stop?" she panted, voice hoarse and desperate.
Christian lifted his glistening fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, eyes fluttering shut in savage satisfaction. When they opened again, the wolf behind them was fully visible—golden, hungry, and utterly feral.
"Your punishment has only begun, little mate," he breathed, voice dangerously low. His thumb brushed her swollen lower lip, smearing the taste of her own arousal across it.
Before she could protest, he rose with inhuman grace, strong arms wrapping around her waist. He flipped her effortlessly over his powerful thighs, her head dangling toward the floor, her bare bottom raised high and vulnerable. Her jeans were yanked away and tossed aside, leaving her completely exposed to his gaze.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Fleur gasped, heart hammering with a dizzying mix of panic and dark excitement. His large hand palmed her ass, squeezing the soft flesh with bruising possession.
He said nothing at first, letting the silence stretch, thick and heavy with dominance. Then—
SMACK!
The sharp crack of his palm against her flesh echoed through the room. Heat bloomed across her skin, followed by a stinging burn that made her moan despite herself.
"You ask for too much, you know that?" he growled, landing another firm spank on the other cheek. Her body jerked, a fresh rush of wetness coating her thighs. "Always testing the beast inside me."
"Fuck— Christian!" she cried, voice breaking as the pain melted into something hotter, more addictive. The mate bond sang with every strike, binding her deeper to him.
"Yes, baby doll. I’m deadly serious when I say I want you completely at my mercy." His voice was rough velvet, strained with his own barely contained hunger. Another hard smack landed, then another, painting her round ass a deep, glowing red.
Fleur sobbed, tears pricking her eyes even as her core clenched with shameful need. "Please... no more..."
"A bad little mate needs proper discipline," he snarled, though his voice had grown breathless, the wolf riding him hard. His hand came down again, the sound obscene, the sting exquisite. Her soft flesh bounced under his palm, each strike leaving a perfect imprint of his claim.
"Oh God—" she moaned, twisting to look back at him.
"Not God," he commanded, voice dark and primal. "Moan my name, mate."
He parted her thighs wider, fingers teasing along her dripping folds before brushing her swollen clit. Fleur arched violently, fingers clawing at his leg as pleasure ripped through her.
"You like this, baby?" he teased, voice thick with dark amusement. His finger tapped her clit again, then plunged inside her while his other hand delivered another heavy spank.
"God—Christian!" she screamed as the orgasm threatened to shatter her.
A low, satisfied chuckle rumbled from his chest. "That’s my good girl. Taking your punishment so beautifully." His palm caressed the burning, crimson skin of her ass, kneading the heated flesh greedily. "Look at this color on your perfect little ass... My mark on you. So fucking sexy."
His thumb pressed between her cheeks, circling the tight ring of muscle there with wicked promise. "I can’t wait to fuck every inch of you, baby. To bury myself so deep you’ll feel me for days."
Fleur shivered, lost in the storm of pain, pleasure, and utter surrender.