chapter 20. Standing up, I flipped Tillie over so that she was face down on the desk. Her round ass in the air looked like a juicy peach that I wanted to take a bite out of. But, someone had beaten me to it. The skin was marred with an angry red and purple bite mark. Fuck. God damn, Travis. Fucking Travis. He had to know how much that would piss me off. It was no secret in the pack house that I liked to spank the women I was with. Now any time I took her over my knee, he would feel it. Each strike of my palm against her ass would turn him on. God damn, that made me hot just thinking about it. I brought my hand up, tracing the lines of Travis' bite. I wanted to be angry, to be pissed at him for claiming our mate. For marking up her ass with his claiming bite, but I couldn't find it in myself to be. Could I really blame him? I knew that I couldn't. If it had been me, I would have done the same fucking thing. Sunk my teeth into her skin like she was a ripe peach. The world wouldn't see my claim, but that didn't matter. She would always be able to feel me anytime she pulled on a pair of panties. Anytime someone gripped her ass, she would feel it and so would I. Well, Travis would. I wished that I had gotten to her first and claimed her as mine. At least I had gotten her first orgasm of the night. Sure, Travis had been there but it was my leg she was grinding herself on. Then Aaron had called me away, stopping me from claiming her. If I hadn't been on stage with the band counting on me, I would have dragged her up here and done the same. She would be filled with my seed, panting my name as she had been doing for Travis. The way she said daddy, though, it made my dick hard. It was something I had always wanted and she was giving it to me. I didn't have words to describe how it made me feel but I knew that I never want- ed it to stop. She shivered beneath me, her hands moving beneath her as she tried to push herself up. "No," I growled, planting my hand on her lower back. "Stay down for me, baby girl. I want to see what a pretty pic- 0.0 % 12:11 ture you make." She moved her hands up the desk, placing her heeled feet flat on to the floor as she got comfortable. "Yes, daddy." I flattened my hand against her ass, gripping the skin before softening my hold. There were bruises starting to form on her hips and I knew that Travis and I were going to have to be careful with our mate. Looking over at Travis, I locked eyes with him. Watching his green eyes darken, he was so close to losing control. He had already had his time with her but it looked like that time wasn't enough. Good, I wanted him to suffer as I had. My beast had been ripping at the surface and I was thankful for the long nights of practice that Aaron had forced us to endure. If he hadn't, there would have been no way that I would have been able to keep pace. I had slipped up a few times, speeding us up and when Aaron's eyes had shot up to the window, it had pushed me more than I could take. I didn't want anyone to see her like that but me and, well, of course, Travis. Her tits, her body. That was mine to feast on. To fuck. To claim. I lifted an eyebrow at Travis, watching his eyes flick back down to Tillie. His hand was over the front of his jeans and he was rubbing himself through the material so hard that it had to hurt. His lips parted and twitched up into a smirk. He moved forward to the edge of the couch. "What are you doing?" I asked, dragging my hand down Tillie's back. Enjoying the way that her body shook as she tried to hold herself still for me. "Getting comfortable." He moved his hands up to the hem of his shirt. Pulling it off and letting it drop to the couch beside him before leaning back. The hand that had been on his dick moved up to his abs and I watched the way that his muscles twitched and bunched. The pale yellow light of his office shone off the small silver hoops that pierced his nipples. "You don't mind, do you?" Shaking my head, I looked back down at Tillie. "Tell me, Tillie, have you ever been spanked?" . She was quiet for a long moment before her head moved against the desk. She shook her head and Travis let out a warning growl. "We want to hear you." "N, no, daddy." She stammered out a blush, spreading across the tops of her shoulders and down her back. I sucked in a breath, breathing in the sweet scent of her arousal. Fuck me, was she turned on more so by my question, or was it just being with the two of us that made her this aroused? Either way, I knew what I wanted. I just needed to 41.1 % 12:11 make sure that she wanted it, too. "Would you like that, baby girl?" I asked, palming her ass. "Would you like Daddy to spank your ass until you beg me to fuck you?" "Fuck yes she would." Travis groaned from the couch and I shot him a glare. This wasn't about him and what he wanted. This was about her. "Baby girl?" "Yes," she whispered and my heart lept in my chest. I hoped that she wanted what I wanted. What Travis wanted. "Yes, what?" I asked, my palm itching to spank her.