Fated Magic (The Wolf Pack) by Avery Gale

she has been before. He was counting on that unfamiliarity to feed her desire as well as up the stakes of the punishment, because he really was completely pissed off about the fact she’d hidden her needs from them.  That, as well as faking an orgasm, were pretty significant offenses and he planned to make it a lesson she didn’t forget for a good while.     
    Jameson stepped back out of her reach and the n silently circled around so he and Trev switched sides.  Trev’s amused voice floated into his mind.  ‘ It won’t work, you know.  She can tell us apart by energy alone.’ 
    ‘ I just want to keep her guessing.  She is too smart for her own good and a bit of discomfort and scrambling will be good for her.  I’m pissed she faked the orgasm, but I am fucking outraged that she felt the need to.  How did we let this get so out of control?’ 
    ‘ No clue, brother, but we have obviously been neglecting our little witchy mate.  That needs to stop now.’ 
    Jameson couldn’t have agreed more and he let every bit of his Alpha command in voice lace through his one word command, “Strip.” 

    Kit had been nervous as they’d led her through various hallways and passages, but not for the reasons her husbands had assumed.  She had known where they were leading her and even if she hadn’t already known where their playroom was, she would have been able to track their attempts to confuse her.  The fact they both continually underestimated her magical abilities usually worked in her favor so she had been leaving them to enjoy that delusion.  But really…their lame ass attempt to switch sides and confuse her was just plain insulting. The real reason she’d been nervous was because she’d been worried they would suddenly change their minds and she’d be stuck with vanilla sex until the next millennium. 
    Even though it was true of all D/s relationships that the Dominant only has power the submissive allows him or her to have, it was particularly true in their case.  Kit knew her magical skills, even as new and underdeveloped as they were, already exceeded their ability to control her physically if she didn’t allow it.  But she also knew their real power over her wasn’t physical, but it was the ropes of love they’d wrapped around her heart that was where their real power lay.  Their recent “kid-glove” treatment had hurt her.  They were not only denying her the kink that it took to drive her body to the heights of pleasure it had become addicted to, but they had basically locked her away from who they really were, and that exclusion had been the worst blow they could have delivered. 
    At Jameson’s command , she slowly began removing her clothing.  A part of her wanted to bask in the warm glow of the moment while another part was secretly hoping to rack up a few more punishment points.  If they wanted her to behave , Kit seriously doubted this was going to be the way to meet that goal because quite frankly, they made punishment feel awfully good. 
    Their playroom smelled of fine leather and the lemon oil that was used to buff the wooden equipment to a brilliant sheen.  Kit had discovered this room quite by accident one day not long after she and the Wolf brothers had become mated.  She remembered that she’d just laid her hand on the key pad and the door had opened so she’d quickly stepped through.  The entire room was made to look exactly how her imagination had always pictured a Middle Age ’s dungeon.  Because they were actually two full levels below the main floor of the estate’s large main house, the floor and outer walls were rock. 
    Even blindfolded , Kit knew exactly where she stood in the room and the shivers of excitement that pebbled her nipples and sent goose bumps over her bare skin were pure anticipation.  She had lain awake so many nights after she’d first found this room and wondered why they hadn’t brought her here to play.  At first she’d wondered if