Claiming Their Mate (7 page)

“What a naughty little mate we have to deal with, Alpha,” Ethan remarked with a grin. “She is too beautiful to speak so negatively of herself.”

“I agree, we must ensure it never happens again,” Jared said firmly. “The large plug, I think, Ethan.”

“Jared? Why are you sending Ethan for a plug?” Madison hissed in a whisper.

“Because he is going to help me to teach you a lesson you will never forget, little one. Come, let’s take this dress off for a minute, I don’t want it wrinkled.” Jared quickly divested her of the offending dress and her bra, laying them carefully over the back of a chair.

Madison could only groan in humiliation when he turned her back to his chest then picked her up under her knees, held her off the floor, and spread her wide. When he turned to face Ethan, her mortification was complete.

Ethan stood there holding a butt plug, large enough to make her clench her bottom cheeks, and a tube of lube. The knowing smile on his face sent another hot flush of embarrassment through her.

Holding her eyes hostage, Ethan began to squeeze lube onto the plug. As she watched, he coated it thoroughly.

“Jared, please… I…” she wailed in desperation.

“Shhh, we would never hurt you, little mate, but this is a lesson you will learn once and for all.” Jared’s tone was implacable.

She groaned when Ethan sank to his knees in front of her and immediately sucked her clit into his mouth. As he alternated between licking and sucking, he slowly sank a finger deeply into her ass. He rocked it in and out of her until she was trying to follow his finger for more.

Then she felt the broad tip of the plug at the entrance of her tight little pucker, pressing firmly for entrance.

As he sucked her clit hard he pressed it home, twirling it around inside of her until she was panting, building toward a climax.

Then he stopped; pulling his face away from her needy slit, Ethan looked up at her. “Look at me, my lady.”

When she would have stubbornly stared at the ceiling, Ethan delivered a sharp swat to her thigh.

“Lady Madison, look at me,” Ethan said firmly.

“Madison,” Jared added his own warning and she gave in and looked down to meet the intensity of Ethan’s gaze.

“You are beautiful, my lady,” Ethan said firmly as he pressed the plug even deeper inside her bottom until he was able to lock it into place.

Madison could only moan in a combination of pleasure, pain, and shame. How could another man’s touch and discipline be so arousing? Especially when she was being held in place by her mate.

Then he used one hand to spread her labia even further apart. “Look at how your body weeps for us, my lady, your pretty little clit standing at attention begging for our discipline.”

She shook her head as if to deny the obvious.

“Oh yes, naughty girl,” Ethan told her before slapping three of his fingers on the other hand down sharply right on her clit.

“Ohhh.” Madison’s body jerked in response as the sharp sting bloomed almost immediately into pleasure.

His fingers slapped down three more times in quick succession and Madison knew one more little slap and she’d come hard and beg for more.

Her body tensed in anticipation of the next blow and the impending climax, but Ethan stepped away from her with a grin and licked his fingers clean of her juices.

“Naughty girls don’t get to come, my lady, do they, Alpha?” Ethan asked.

Jared lowered her to the floor on shaking legs. “No, they don’t.”

Madison shivered in need and confusion and Jared and Ethan quickly dressed her again.

“By the end of the night you will never doubt your attractiveness again. This is only the first part of the lesson, Madison. Now we must leave for the gathering but first I think we should deal with your lack of respect. Come here, Madison,” Jared said as he sat down on the corner of their bed. Ethan once again sat down in the chair across the room.

Madison came to stand between his legs where he sat. “I’m sorry… I know I could have handled that better. I could have told you I didn’t like the dress without being so disrespectful and rude or putting myself down.”

He tilted her face to his staring into her eyes as he spoke. “You definitely could have chosen your words much better, baby-love. I’m very disappointed in you, young lady. Now I want you to go to the closet and pick the implement you think you deserve for your behavior, then bring it to me.”

She gasped. He wanted her to pick something to spank her already thoroughly punished backside? Choose her own instrument of torture? “I don’t think I can,” Madison said softly.

Jared turned her and delivered a sharp swat to her left thigh. “You can and you will. Dawdling with only earn you extra.”

At the closet Madison gulped at the array of scary-looking implements. The big paddles looked horrendous, there were several straps and a couple of canes. Realizing she was taking too long, Madison finally grabbed a thick strap. It was only less scary than the rest by a small margin but seemed the best choice.

When she took the strap back to Jared, she found he’d moved a stool into the center of the room. He took the strap from her trembling hand then guided her down over the top of the stool.

“Hold on to the lower rungs and don’t get out of position. I’ll help you by placing a hand on your back. This will not be pleasant, as I want to ensure we don’t need to have this discussion again. Do you understand?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.” Her reply was almost a whisper.

Madison heard a whoosh as Jared swung the strap and then a line of fire bit into the tender skin where her bottom met her thighs, jolting the intruder in her bottom. To her horror the next stroke landed in the exact same place. When the next two landed on top of the first two, Madison began to beg, “Please, somewhere else…. somewhere else!”

Jared seemed immune to her pleas and delivered twelve strokes directly on top of each other leaving an angry reddish purple weal on her sit spot. The width of the strap ensured there was no way she would be able to sit for some time to come without remembering the lesson.

Jared left Madison to cry it out over the stool while he put the strap back in its place. When he got back to where she lay sobbing, he picked her up and cuddled her close to his chest as he sat back down on the bed.

Madison clung to him. “I’m so sorry, Jared. I won’t speak to you like that again. I should have just said I didn’t like the dress.”

Jared rubbed her back and kissed away her tears. “I know you’re sorry, baby-love, and if you’d just told me you didn’t like the dress, I would have found you something else to wear. However, because of the way you handled it, you will wear this dress.”

Madison studied his implacable face. “I thought I was forgiven.”

“Madison, you were forgiven before the punishment even began, but the lesson isn’t over. You will wear this dress tonight and next time a situation like this comes up you will think about your words and handle it more appropriately, won’t you?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she said with a slight pout to her lower lip.

Jared seemed to be holding back a smile and was choosing to ignore the sulky look Madison knew was on her face. “Go finish getting ready, baby-love, we need to leave in fifteen minutes.”

Madison left to do as he bid; she took a little time to wash her face and redo her makeup. Studying her reflection critically, she saw that she had managed to repair most of the damage her tears had caused. Her face was still a little pink but though her eyes looked big and a little shiny, they weren’t puffy as she feared they would be.

She was desperately trying to ignore Ethan’s role in her punishment or the thought of what would happen later when they got home from the gathering. Every step she took jolted the plug lodged in her bottom and pulled on the tight skin of her punished backside.

Madison left her curls twisted into a soft cascade at the top of her head then looked for her panties. She gasped when she found them in tatters next to the bed.

“Jared, my panties are torn,” she said worriedly.

“I told you that you wouldn’t need them. Part of your punishment will be to go bare beneath the dress; all evening when you feel the air on your punished bottom or shift in your seat, you will remember this discussion,” he told her firmly.

“I can’t go without panties!” Madison cried, scandalized, even though the thought of panties on her scorched posterior wasn’t a pleasant one.

“You most certainly can and I wouldn’t argue further about it unless you want me to get the strap back out.” Jared looked at her with a raised brow.

“Yes, sir,” Madison said softly, giving up the argument and slipping into her heels with a dejected slump of her shoulders. She’d already been nervous about meeting the rest of the packs and their leaders; now Madison wasn’t sure how she’d get through the evening.

“I think spending the evening with a plug pressed deep inside her sore little bottom and no panties will help Madison to remember her manners, don’t you, Ethan?” Jared asked his second as if she wasn’t there.

“I do indeed, Alpha, although I think some of the edge was taken off her passion with the strapping,” Ethan pointed out helpfully.

Jared studied Madison thoughtfully. “I do believe you’re right, Ethan,” he said, pulling Madison in close and kissing her deeply until she clung to him and responding enthusiastically.

He spun her out of his arms and into Ethan’s, who immediately kissed her as Jared reached for something in the cupboard.

Madison resisted Ethan’s kiss at first, but soon with a groan of surrender she wrapped her arms around him and sank into his kiss. All too soon the kiss was over and both men were leading her out to the car.

The thought of spending the evening meeting new people with a sore bottom, a butt plug, and an achy needy clit was almost more than she could bear.

Chapter Seven

The car ride was torture; every time they hit a bump, the plug in her bottom jolted inside her, which was telegraphed immediately to her clit, making her bite back moans of need. The hot skin of her poor punished backside chafed against the leather of the seat.

Madison shifted in the seat for about the twentieth time, trying to find some relief.

“Sit still,” Jared and Ethan said almost in unison.

Madison glared at both men. “My ass hurts!”

“As it should, you were punished. You will cease fidgeting and sit still on your naughty bottom, unless you think I need to spank it again?” Jared asked with a raised brow.

She crossed her arms under her chest and sat back in the seat with a scowl. “No, thanks.”

Both men grinned in response.

The car arrived at a big wooden structure that looked like a large scale hunting lodge. Madison looked around with interest as Jared and Ethan escorted her inside.

A loud female squeal filled the air and Madison watched open-mouthed as a beautiful woman with long sable-colored hair flung herself into Jared’s open arms.

“I’ve missed you so much! Is this your mate? I’m so glad you and Ethan finally found her!” The woman talked a mile a minute, spinning from Jared to hug Ethan—which Madison was surprised to find also irritated her. Then to her shock, the woman turned to grab her in a smothering embrace. “Hi! I’m Jordan. I’m so happy to finally meet you. I didn’t think my brother and Ethan would ever find their mate.”

Sister? Their mate? Madison tried to quickly process all the information being thrown at her, but it was hard to keep up with the whirlwind that was obviously Jared’s sister. She pulled away from Jordan to look up at Jared. “What’s she talking about?”

“Thank you, Jordan,” Jared said resignedly. “We haven’t had a chance to fully explain the rule of three to Madison.”

“Whoops! Why not?” Jordan asked curiously.

“Don’t you have mates of your own to annoy?” Ethan asked without rancor.

Jordan laughed and slapped him on the arm before grabbing Madison’s hand and pulling her with her toward a large booth. “I’ll explain it to you, Madison. Left to them you’ll be having your third cub before you understand you’re really mated to two men.”

“How is that possible? How could Jared not have told me?” Madison asked softly, feeling a little betrayed.

“He probably thought it was best to give you time to get used to the whole mated to a werewolf thing since you’re human. I mean that was probably quite a shock in itself, am I right?” Jordan elbowed her lightly in the side and winked as they sat down.

Madison couldn’t help but like Jared’s sister. “True enough.” Madison said as she sat down with a wince.

“Ouch. Butt plug and a sore backside, huh? I hate butt plugs but then the anal later is amazing,” Jordan said with a grin.

Madison blushed hotly; Jordan’s penchant for blunt talk was going to take some getting used to. “Please explain the rule of three.”

“Well, a few centuries ago there were several battles for survival between werewolf clans and other supernatural beings. Many alphas were lost. In almost every incident whether the alpha or his second survived, they were unmated and the mate of the dead alpha or second mated with the survivor. All of the matings were true mate bonds. This was something thought to be impossible as werewolves have always believed we each have one true mate. Upon further study the packs realized for many years either the alpha or his second was mated in most cases, never both. Turns out most alphas and their seconds have the same destined mate. So the rule of three was adopted for alphas and their seconds only. If an alpha or a second find their true mate, they are able to institute the rule of three and take the other as a third to their mating. It furthers the protection of the pack and fosters consistency. If something happens to either the alpha or the second, the transition is smoother and pack leadership doesn’t change much. Actually both the alpha and his second are alpha wolves, but the stronger of the pair becomes the pack alpha and the slightly weaker his second. But trust me, very few could wrest control of a pack from either if they are a strong pair of wolves,” Jordan finished with a wide grin. “Trust me, honey, having two men to meet your every need is not bad at all.”