Wolf and Punishment (The Alaska Princesses Trilogy, Book 1) by Theodora Taylor Page B

like she was cocooned inside of him, even as his manhood was cocooned inside of her.
    “Oh, God, yes!” she cried. “Please keep fucking me. Just like that. Yes! Yes!”
    She was completely out of her mind. Cursing and begging… and fucking—basically doing everything she’d been taught not to do in one fell swoop. But she took solace in the fact that Mag seemed to be out of his mind, too. He powered into her, his strokes not nearly as purposeful and smooth as they’d been the last two times. There was something almost desperate about the way he held on to her, like she was the only thing keeping him tethered.
    “Don’t… don’t… don’t…” he said in her ear.
    But he wasn’t talking to her. She knew this on instinct. He was talking to himself. Chastising himself. About what, though?
    She exploded before she had the chance to ask, shattering into a thousand pieces, before reassembling again. He came a few strokes later, yelling loud, his arms and body constricting around and inside of her as his release emptied out of him.
    “Oh, fuck…” he said with a guttural noise. He lifted his face from her neck. “Christ—are you all right?”
    “I’m fine,” she answered, breathing hard.
    His eyes searched her face. “I couldn’t… I lost control for a little while there, but I didn’t hurt you, right? You’re okay?”
    She cupped his dear face in her hands. “Believe me, Mag, I’m better than okay. Thank you.” And she meant it. She’d been told she was beautiful all her life, had even been voted Miss Teen Wolf when she was eighteen, but she’d never felt as beautiful as she did right now, naked and sweaty, her hair a complete mess.
    However, her happy answer made his expression go from worried to sad. “One night,” he said, the words a regretful lament. “It’s not going to be enough, is it?”
    Her voice was just as regretful, when she answered, “It has to be.”
    THEY SPENT THE MAJORITY of that first day in the hotel room, but eventually Janelle convinced Mag to go see a movie. The Alaska kingdom town didn’t have a movie theater, so Janelle tried to see at least one film whenever she was in a city. Mag surprised her by letting her pick what they saw. Having grown up in a house with one television that everyone was always fighting over, Janelle had learned to compromise early and often. But Mag seemed content, happy even, to let her pick something for them to watch.
    “Seriously?” she’d asked. “Even if it’s a rom-com?”
    He shrugged. “Whatever you want, baby. Long as we get a big bucket of popcorn, I’m cool.”
    Yes, he certainly was cool. And she sensed he wasn’t just being gracious for the sake of being gracious. He seemed to honestly enjoy spending time with her, even out of bed. After the movie, he insisted on taking her out to a nearby diner for hot chocolate and dessert, where they’d discussed the film she’d chosen, a dramedy about two superheroes going through a divorce, at length. Though they disagreed on the ending. Janelle had left the theater feeling a little sad that the couple hadn’t been able to work things out with each other, despite successfully vanquishing a super villain together at the end of the movie.
    But Mag said, “I’m glad they got divorced. There ain’t nothing worse than two people who stay together after their marriage goes to shit.”
    She peeked at him over the rim of her hot chocolate. She had the feeling he was speaking from personal experience. “Do you... um… wish your parents had gotten a divorced before they died?”
    His eyes went to a shadowy place. “You know that wouldn’t have happened. We wolves mate for life.”
    “But it’s no longer illegal to divorce. The Lupine Courts even hear custody cases these days. I mean, it doesn’t happen all that often, but it happens a lot more than it used to.”
    He shook his head. “Not in Freedom Town. They’re not even trying to hear about divorce there. You got dudes still