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never beat normally again, far better not to risk
it, and to watch her from afar.
    ****
    She
lay panting, her whole body shaking in delicious aftershocks, dimly aware of
the humongous roar shaking the whole room. Too spent to even open her eyes she
simply clenched her thighs around his head. The silky strands of his hair stuck
to her legs and tickled her clit as he removed his fingers from deep inside her
ass and spread her as wide as her protesting muscles would allow. The sweet
burn along her inner thigh made her moan anew, and her eyes flew open when he
bit the tender flesh there hard enough to draw blood. He let go of her
abruptly, his golden eyes glowing in the darkness of her bedroom, and her heart
skipped a beat. If this was one of her novels this would make perfect sense,
but shifters weren't real. They couldn't be.
    His
slow smile settled somewhere perilously close to her heart.
    "Did
I give you permission to move?" He chuckled at her sharply indrawn breath
and turned her over just enough to deliver a few sharp slaps to her ass cheeks,
still sore from earlier. The burn spread across her skin, and to her shame she
grew wet again. But that felt so good. He massaged the sting away, and
her throat went dry when she followed his gaze.
    "What
have we here? Just what I need for your punishment."
    He
reached across her to the scented candle she kept on her nightstand, and
Penelope's heart tried to beat itself out of her chest when he lit it
effortlessly with the matches she kept in easy reach. Surely he wouldn't? She watched in fascination when he ran his hand
repeatedly over the flame and murmured his approval when the wax started to run
down the side of its thin stalk.
    "Doric,
please…You can't."
    "I
can't what? Have you forgotten you're mine for tonight?" Before she could
respond he tipped the candle just enough for a small trail of wax to glide
between her breasts. She gasped at the sensation of the hot wax sliding along
her sensitive skin, and his smile turned wickedness itself. He wiped the wax
away within seconds of it scorching her skin, leaving a delicious tingle in its
wake. Her nipples turned into turgid peaks. Her clit contracted the closer that
trail of wax came to her mound. He drew patterns along her skin, leaving the
wax to settle now. Every new hot drop sent her need spiraling as the sweet pain
morphed into white hot arousal. He watched her closely for her reaction,
murmuring his approval, the hard length of his cock nudging her thigh. By the
time he parted her labia and hovered the candle above it, she was so close to
coming she was begging for her release.
    "Easy,
I've got you. Shut your eyes." His deep voice sent a warm glow through
her, and she obeyed immediately. The burn to her clit stung like crazy before
his warm mouth soothed it away, and the tingles spread across her skin. He
swung her legs over his shoulders, his warm hands digging into her ass and
spreading her wide. She tensed for an instant when the slick head of his cock
nudged against her anus. He squeezed her butt cheeks hard enough to hurt, his
voice carrying an unmistakable demand to obey.
    "Relax.
I have no wish to hurt you. Look at me. Breathe in, and let it go as I
push."
    She
complied, her eyes filling with tears as her unused muscled stretched and
burned, and he pushed past the tight ring of muscles. The veins on his neck
stood out, and he grit his teeth.
    "Jesus,
you're so tight. Relax for me, ceannbeag. That's it. So fucking
good."
    He
moved one hand between her legs and claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss until
he'd slid all the way in. The intense pressure eased, and her body once again
started to climb. She yanked on her restraints, desperate to touch him, the
pain in her wrists merging with the sensations in her ass as Doric began to
thrust. His heavy balls hit her lower back; his thumb on her clit worked his
magic; his labored breaths in her neck spurred her on, and she clenched around
him, making him curse. His nails dug