Imprints (Dominant Wolves, Submissive Mates 1)

A harsh growl filled the room. She stole away with a quick glance from Frank and realized she had pushed too hard when she’d tried to bargain with him.

He was an Alpha through and through. No one negotiated with Frank, a fact she’d thought might have changed when he’d imprinted upon her.

“Come here,” he said, dragging her body across his lap as he sat on the end of the bed.

“What are you doing?” Jock asked, alarmingly attentive then.

Frank wasn’t smiling. He was angry and fully intended to punish her.

With her bottom high in the air and her breasts mashed against his thighs, he said, “Clasp your hands together and do not whine or I’ll spank you the way you deserve to be spanked after questioning my authority.”

“I didn’t,” she said.

Wallop! Wallop! Wallop!

Tears filled her eyes as the multiple slaps burned her flesh. “Frank! I didn’t!”

“You did,” he assured her.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

He dished another round of spankings. Her behind was on fire as his hand met her skin.

“Stop, Frank,” Jock said, resting his palm on Frank’s shoulder. “She’s had enough.”

“Have you, Carla?” he asked, stroking her bottom, kneading her globes with an intense deep-tissue massage.

“Yes,” she whispered, though she couldn’t understand why she was suddenly more aroused, more driven to do things to provoke a true punishment. Why was she turned on? Why was her pussy dripping with desire, clenching with profound need?

“Now then, woman,” Frank said, pulling her to him and bracketing her legs around his waist. “Tell us about Grant and we’ll give you what you need.”

“I will,” she whispered, thrusting her body forward in an effort to capture the head of his penis.

“Want a little of this?” he asked, pushing the head of his manhood right inside her folds.

“Yes, oh yes.”

“That was only a teaser.” He locked gazes with Jock and pushed her away from him. “Let us know what you and Grant discussed. Then, we’ll take care of you. Afterward, we’ll deal with him.”

Chapter Thirteen

Jock listened and Carla explained what had occurred while he and Frank had slept. He was deeply concerned about Grant and the extreme measures he’d taken in order to test what he couldn’t seem to grasp.

Carla belonged to two Alphas. She had been imprinted upon by two pack masters.

“And that was about the gist of it,” Carla said, bringing her story to a close and jerking Jock away from his quiet concerns for Grant.

“He’s jealous.” Frank grabbed her around the waist and brought her to him. Splaying his legs and forcing her to stand between them, he planted a series of kisses right above her pelvic area.

“I hope you’re right,” Jock muttered.

“What else could it be?” Frank averted his gaze long enough to address Jock. “He can’t be serious about standing against us. He’ll lose.”

“I don’t think he’ll back down without a fight,” Carla said.

“We’ll deal with Grant,” Frank promised her, fisting his cock and looking at her as if he held the greatest of expectations. “Right now, you need to deal with me.”

Carla moistened her lips and sank to her knees. She grabbed hold of Frank’s thighs and dragged him to her. Seconds later, she bounced over his penis, looping her tongue around his size and humming as she sucked him.