time someone spanked his arse.
It was time for her to bring out the big guns.
For a moment she closed her eyes and took deep breaths to
steady her heart and centre her mind.
When she opened them again, her bottom lip trembled.
He frowned before his eyes flew to hers and went wide.
Her eyes filled as her bottom lip trembled again.
Slowly, so slowly, a single tear escaped and ran into her
hairline.
Abruptly, he released her.
"Did I hurt..."
That was all he said before Marcus felt a knee in his groin
and he was flying through the air to land hard on his back as the air whooshed
from his lungs. He'd landed heavily and swore he could hear birds tweeting
around his head. The hurt between his legs ached so bad he wanted to whine out
loud. The sound of bare feet padding across the mat had him turn his head to
find his Centuri commander, Ian Macpherson, standing over him with his hands on
his hips.
"Got you again, did she?"
Ian reached out a hand to help him up.
"Fuck." Marcus bent from the waist, hands on his
knees, to catch his breath and to will his dick to stop throbbing like a bitch.
This made it twice in one week the love of his life had
caught him in a trap using her female wiles. But why did she need to bust his
balls to do it? He turned his head to find his wife doing a joyous little
victory dance, and he couldn't help but shake his head.
"You devil ," he said with feeling.
"Suckah," came the smart-ass response as she did a
bum boogie.
"You cried, real tears." Marcus couldn't
believe he'd fallen for it.
Ian turned to look at Anais over his shoulder.
"Nice move, princess."
"He looooooooves me, loves, loves, loves meeeeee,"
she sang in a high voice that made Ian grin.
And the hell of it was, his wife was dead right, Marcus
thought now.
He did love her.
The thought of upsetting her, making her cry, had fucking killed him.
Unfortunately, the scene was attracting an audience of his
Centuri warriors, who were watching it unfold with unconcealed interest.
"You're gonna pay for that," he warned her in a
low growl.
Then his jaw and Ian's jaw dropped.
Anais moved so fast it made him blink as she scurried up the
side of the wall to the ceiling and held on tight with the vampyre claws on her
hands and feet. Clouds of cement and dust floated to the floor.
Bloody hell.
The drop was about fifty feet.
"Get the hell down from there," he yelled, his
voice echoing like thunder in the huge space, visions of her landing too hard
and doing herself real damage now crowded his mind. It was true that vampyres
healed fast, but the pain they felt when injured was all too real.
"No."
No?
She was defying him and disrespecting him?
In front of his Centuri?
"Anais," he warned as fear warred with bitter frustration
in his chest. "Do not test me, woman."
"I've never seen anything like it," muttered Ian
under his breath.
"And you won't see anything like it again, once I get
her down from there."
"Look at her, Marcus. She's evolving. Look at the
tendons on her arms, her calves, as they run into the bones of her hands and
feet. Look at the strength. Amazing."
Marcus simply growled in response as he watched his wife
swinging on electric light fittings as if they were a trapeze. Fucking hell, at
this rate she'd end up electrocuting herself.
While his heart was in his mouth, she was showing
off.
She looked down and beamed into his furious face.
"Catch," she cried and let go.
Time for Marcus stood utterly still as he moved like a
speeding bullet to catch her.
The impact when she hit him brought both to the mat.
Again the breath was knocked from his lungs as he held her
tight and buried his face in her neck to simply inhale her, the love of his
life. And once he got his breath back, he was going to strangle her for scaring
the life out of him. In a minute.
"Wow," she gasped in his ear. Her newborn fangs nipped
his lobe and he went rock hard. "What a rush!" Two heartbeats then,
"Ow!"
He didn't hold back as he spanked
It was time for her to bring out the big guns.
For a moment she closed her eyes and took deep breaths to
steady her heart and centre her mind.
When she opened them again, her bottom lip trembled.
He frowned before his eyes flew to hers and went wide.
Her eyes filled as her bottom lip trembled again.
Slowly, so slowly, a single tear escaped and ran into her
hairline.
Abruptly, he released her.
"Did I hurt..."
That was all he said before Marcus felt a knee in his groin
and he was flying through the air to land hard on his back as the air whooshed
from his lungs. He'd landed heavily and swore he could hear birds tweeting
around his head. The hurt between his legs ached so bad he wanted to whine out
loud. The sound of bare feet padding across the mat had him turn his head to
find his Centuri commander, Ian Macpherson, standing over him with his hands on
his hips.
"Got you again, did she?"
Ian reached out a hand to help him up.
"Fuck." Marcus bent from the waist, hands on his
knees, to catch his breath and to will his dick to stop throbbing like a bitch.
This made it twice in one week the love of his life had
caught him in a trap using her female wiles. But why did she need to bust his
balls to do it? He turned his head to find his wife doing a joyous little
victory dance, and he couldn't help but shake his head.
"You devil ," he said with feeling.
"Suckah," came the smart-ass response as she did a
bum boogie.
"You cried, real tears." Marcus couldn't
believe he'd fallen for it.
Ian turned to look at Anais over his shoulder.
"Nice move, princess."
"He looooooooves me, loves, loves, loves meeeeee,"
she sang in a high voice that made Ian grin.
And the hell of it was, his wife was dead right, Marcus
thought now.
He did love her.
The thought of upsetting her, making her cry, had fucking killed him.
Unfortunately, the scene was attracting an audience of his
Centuri warriors, who were watching it unfold with unconcealed interest.
"You're gonna pay for that," he warned her in a
low growl.
Then his jaw and Ian's jaw dropped.
Anais moved so fast it made him blink as she scurried up the
side of the wall to the ceiling and held on tight with the vampyre claws on her
hands and feet. Clouds of cement and dust floated to the floor.
Bloody hell.
The drop was about fifty feet.
"Get the hell down from there," he yelled, his
voice echoing like thunder in the huge space, visions of her landing too hard
and doing herself real damage now crowded his mind. It was true that vampyres
healed fast, but the pain they felt when injured was all too real.
"No."
No?
She was defying him and disrespecting him?
In front of his Centuri?
"Anais," he warned as fear warred with bitter frustration
in his chest. "Do not test me, woman."
"I've never seen anything like it," muttered Ian
under his breath.
"And you won't see anything like it again, once I get
her down from there."
"Look at her, Marcus. She's evolving. Look at the
tendons on her arms, her calves, as they run into the bones of her hands and
feet. Look at the strength. Amazing."
Marcus simply growled in response as he watched his wife
swinging on electric light fittings as if they were a trapeze. Fucking hell, at
this rate she'd end up electrocuting herself.
While his heart was in his mouth, she was showing
off.
She looked down and beamed into his furious face.
"Catch," she cried and let go.
Time for Marcus stood utterly still as he moved like a
speeding bullet to catch her.
The impact when she hit him brought both to the mat.
Again the breath was knocked from his lungs as he held her
tight and buried his face in her neck to simply inhale her, the love of his
life. And once he got his breath back, he was going to strangle her for scaring
the life out of him. In a minute.
"Wow," she gasped in his ear. Her newborn fangs nipped
his lobe and he went rock hard. "What a rush!" Two heartbeats then,
"Ow!"
He didn't hold back as he spanked
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