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“Are you going to take this silver collar off me?”
He laughs. “Abso-fucking-lutely not.”
I pout, but I knew that was going to be the answer. He doesn’t trust me, and he’s been clear about that. But there are practical concerns.
“You’re going to have to once I get pregnant. She-wolves have to be able to shift. It’s part of the thing.”
“Good point,” he says. “I should start using condoms with you.”
“Don’t you dare,” I snap back.
He laughs, his lips parting in a broad grin as he hears how offended I’d be if he didn’t fuck me bare and try to make me pregnant every time. Then he sits up and swings his legs off the bed. I start to get up too, but he holds a hand up to me.
“You can stay here,” he says. “You’re going to bed.”
“I’m not tired,” I say, confused. It’s really not that late. Only eight p.m.
“I don’t care if you’re tired,” he says firmly.
“Are you actually sending me to bed?”
“Mhm,” he nods. “I have business to attend to, and you’ve been both naughty and barely contrite, so you can stay here for the rest of the evening. Get some sleep and try to behave tomorrow.”
“No fucking way are you doing this. You’re not my dad.”
“I’m not,” he agrees. “And if your dad had done this, or things like it, we wouldn’t be in this position now.”
“I’m not staying in here.”
“You are. If you come out, I’ll spank your bare ass in front of anybody who happens to be out there. And if you misbehave again publicly the way you did tonight, I’ll spank you then and there. Your days of being an undisciplined brat are over, Fiona.”
I stare at him as he pulls his shirt back on and buttons his pants.
“You’re not serious, are you?”
“I am very serious,” he says. “Stay here. Go to sleep. I’ll bring you some water later.”
“Henry…”
He was already going for the door, but he turns back to look at me.
“You’re not fucking serious, are you? This is crazy. I’m not seven. I’m twenty-one!”
“You’re about to be twenty-one and spanked for the second time tonight,” he says firmly. “Lie down and get some rest. You’ve had a very big day.”
He turns off the light as he leaves the room, which pisses me off more.
I lie there for a moment, planning on either getting up and storming into the lounge and telling him what I think about his threats, or maybe slipping out the window and escaping for a bit, though I suspect that would get me into some serious fucking trouble.
CHAPTER 6
Henry
I come to bed around ten, and find my mate fast asleep in the very center of the bed, spread-eagled like she owns it.
Good.
Much better than her going out the window, getting caught by Hades, and ending up spanked bare-assed outside, which I’d have to do because I said I would.
