She took a step back, closing the door behind her.
Our mate is in the next room. Claim her, f**k her, take her.
He ignored the wolf inside him, taking a deep breath to calm his body. He wasn’t going to be going anywhere to put his woman in danger.
Leaving the scent of her lurking behind the door, he walked into his bathroom, closing the door. He grabbed a match and took it to the lavender candle he kept on hand for whenever he needed to bring focus to his thoughts and senses. The lavender helped to calm the wolf within him.
The beast inside him calmed, finally listening to reason as he took deep breaths.
She needs to trust us.
He didn’t want a mate who was with him out of an obligation. The mate he wanted for himself was not going to be there because she had to. He wanted Dawn to fall in love with him, to be with him because they were a devoted mated couple.
The fact she liked to be dominated eased his thoughts. One of his biggest fears was to find a woman who didn’t share his need for kink. She was not only submissive, but she liked pain. What Dawn didn’t know was he liked to give pain so long as it wasn’t the kind that emotionally or mentally affected the woman he was with.
Take a breath, and delve into it tomorrow.
****
Sliding under the covers, Dawn stared up at the ceiling. She frowned as she saw the mirror above her. Kinky. Underneath the silk covers she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. Gripping the edge of the blanket, she stared at herself wondering what the hell she was doing. When she was at home with the rest of the pack her room was half the size of the one she was staying in. She hadn’t moved out of her house as the pack wouldn’t accept that of her until she found her mate. Her father didn’t trust her out on her own, and so she remained with him and her mother.
She shuddered thinking about her mother.
Don’t think about her.
Pushing her mother aside, she focused instead on the man in the bedroom next to hers. He wasn’t going to let her hide from him. The pack was easier to hide from back at home. Her father was the only one in the whole pack who demanded her presence at dinner or during a run. She rarely changed into a wolf even though he asked for her to be there. Her father loved her; her mother despised her. And Daniel? She didn’t know what Daniel felt about her. There were times throughout the year where she thought he was going to cross the line and take what he wanted. He never did, and her trust in him began to build.
He’s our mate.
Was it worth arguing with him anymore? She couldn’t trust herself to be around him. Her search for pain had put her in scary situations. Other men she’d been with had considered her a freak. There was no way she could bear for Daniel to know the truth. She was defective. It sucked that she wanted Daniel and yet was scared because of what she had done in her past. What would he think when he knew the truth?
Staring at her reflection she once again pushed all of the negative thoughts aside, wishing for some kind of change within her. Finding a mate should have awakened something inside, yet all she felt was a consuming dread. With a mate, she’d have to finally come clean about who she was. Daniel was a Master, but he wasn’t the kind of Master she needed. He spanked. He was tame compared to what she needed. Part of her wondered if the reason she couldn’t feel pain was because the men she’d been with wouldn’t hurt her hard enough. The image of the man who’d left her bleeding entered her mind. No, it couldn’t be that. She should have felt something.
You’re sick.
She pushed the blanket off her body and stared at her nakedness. Would he be repulsed by the way she looked? Food had always been part of her comfort when her emotions got so bad. She loved eating, cooking and eating. Her legs were thick with a small hint of cellulite, but she rarely wore anything but skirts and never revealed her skin to anyone. She kept her pu**y bare, and the brown lips of her sex glistened with arousal. Daniel’s scent was everywhere in the room driving her crazy with need.
With thick hips, large br**sts, and the occasional glimmer of a stretch mark, in the mirror her body didn’t look that bad. She was lying down, so maybe gravity was taking over to make her look good. Her brown hair was spread out on the white pillow.
Mates.
She didn’t know if she could be this open with Daniel. He wouldn’t let her hide.
The house is large enough. We can hide.
Pressing a hand to her face, she tried to calm down her rioting thoughts, wishing something would happen to save her.
The memory of his hand spanking her ass filled her mind. Opening her eyes, she spread her legs and tilted her h*ps to see the lips of her pu**y open up. She went to her knees and dropped the drapes to create a little more privacy for herself. Settling on the bed, she watched as she caressed her hand down her body. She touched her ni**les, tugging on the hard brown buds until they were erect and pushing up.
She glided her hand down her stomach, feeling the muscles in her stomach tighten at the contact.
Dawn pressed a finger to her clit, touching the swollen bud as she pinched her ni**les. She squeezed her nipple between her nails hoping to feel at least some pain and getting none. Gasping, she moved her h*ps with her hand.
What would Daniel do if he saw her now? She didn’t know what he’d do, and that excited her as much as anything else.
Leaving her cl*t she pushed two fingers inside her, opening her fingers to make it a little tighter. She sucked her lips in to contain the moan threatening to get out.
“Do you think I can’t smell you,” Daniel said.
She gasped, withdrawing her hand and loosening the hold on her nipple. Going to her knees, she shuffled to the edge of the bed and opened the lace. Daniel stood in the doorway between their rooms.
“I can smell and hear what you’re doing. I didn’t give you permission to play with yourself.”
He stood completely naked. His c**k was rock hard and stood out in front of him. The size of him made her mouth go dry. There was no way he’d fit inside a woman and it be comfortable.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not. If you wanted to touch yourself then you should have come to me for permission to do so.”
“I didn’t know we were in a scene.”
Daniel sighed. “We’re not in a scene, Dawn. You need some strict rules in your life. You keep everything at arms’-length, hiding behind your walls of frost and depression.” He folded his arms, staring at her. “This can’t wait until morning. We’re going to have this discussion now.” He stood facing her, making no move to put some clothes on.