Page 125 of Pistols & Peonies

I watch her for a second, then move up behind her, hands settling on her waist. She leans back into me immediately, her head tipping against my shoulder as she relaxes into my hold.

“You know what else I noticed tonight?” she asks.

“What’s that?” I murmur against her hair.

She turns in my arms, gazing up at me with a smirk. “I liked it,” she muses. “Seeing you in your element like that, watching the pack react to you. Watching you play double-agent like you’re fucking James Bond or something.” Her smirk deepens. “It was hot.”

“Never thought I’d see the day you got off on pack politics,” I chuckle.

She makes a face. “Only when you’re involved.”

I tighten my hold, pulling her flush against me so there’s no mistaking the effect she has. “You know what I like?”

Her arms slide up around my neck, eyes going heavy-lidded. “What’s that, Commander?”

“The fact that I finally have someone I can talk to about this shit besides my idiot brother.”

She snorts a laugh. “Yeah, you’re welcome.”

“And you’re fucking sexy when you talk rebellion,” I add, grinding my hard-on against her hip.

A flush creeps up her neck. “Yeah?” she challenges, trapping her lower lip between her teeth and tilting her head. “How sexy, old man?”

She tries to bolt right after she says it– but not fast enough.

I catch her around the waist before she can scramble away, hauling her off her feet and tossing her over my shoulder. She lets out a shriek that dissolves into laughter, kicking and squirming as I carry her down the hall.

“Now you’re gonna get it,” I growl, landing a sharp smack on her ass as I push into the bedroom. I stride over to the bed and toss her down onto it, her body bouncing against the soft mattress.

Violet giggles as she pushes herself upright, sweeping her hair out of her face.

“You should know better than to run from me,” I growl, looming over her.

She leans back on her palms, cocking her head. “What if I want to get caught?” she asks coyly, eyes dropping to the very obvious bulge in the front of my slacks. “What if I want to be punished?”

My dick instantly gets even harder. She knows it, too, the little brat.

I kick off my boots, reaching for my belt. “Strip,” I command.

She grins as she rises to her knees, reaching for the hem of her shirt and slowly peeling it off. She’s bare underneath, her nipples already hardened into stiff peaks. My mouth waters, gaze raking over every inch of her as she slides her shorts and panties down her legs, dropping onto her palms and kicking them off. Then she sits up on her knees again, bracing her palms on her thighs like she’s waiting for inspection.

I’m out of my own clothes in two seconds flat. My cock is rock hard when I take it in my fist, already leaking as I give it a few lazy pumps and stalk toward her. I drop down on the edge of the bed, spreading my knees wide and beckoning her with a lift of my chin. “Come here, mate.”

She crawls over to me slowly, tits swinging, ass bobbing in the air. As soon as she’s within reach, I catch her around the waist and drag her down over my lap. My palm traces the curve of her spine as I shift her into position across my thighs. She wiggles her hips excitedly, so damn eager for me to paint her ass red.

I lift a hand, bringing it down on her ass cheek in a sharp slap. She squeals, bucking as I land a second smack, the sound quickly dissolving into a moan. Red marks bloom over each cheek in the perfect shape of my hand, and I run my palm over them to rub out the sting, satisfaction humming through me.

Not the mark I want to leave, but it’ll do for now.

My hand trails lower, fingers dipping between her thighs to find she’s already soaked.

“Needy girl,” I taunt, rubbing slow circles over her clit.

“Shut up,” chokes out, the words dissolving into a gasp when I slap her pussy in admonishment.

The scent of her arousal floods my nose, my eyes rolling back as I breathe her in. As much as I’d love to draw this out, edge her until she’s sobbing for relief, I’ve had enough teasing for tonight. I lift her off my lap, tossing her onto the bed and crawling up behind her. She rolls to her back, spreading her thighs wide and beckoning me with a crook of her finger.

“God, you’re perfect,” I murmur, leaning down to lick a stripe up her inner thigh.