Ivy's POVSweat dampens the hair on my forehead. I whimper, not quite sure what to do. I want him to hit me again. I know that much. “I’ve taught you what I want to hear,” Spencer reminds me patiently, lightly biting my earlobe and eliciting another moan at the slight sting of pain. My mind reels, struggling to figure out what my next move should be. I’ve never felt this excited–or helpless-before. I respond instinctively to Spencer’s kisses. Everything we’ve done so far has felt completely natural. But I have no idea how to answer his question. As Spencer continues to pleasure me with his free hand, teasing and toying but never actually applying direct pressure to that sweet spot where I want his fingers the most, I can feel both my mind and my body becoming clumsy. Finally, I settle on an answer. “Prince Spencer,” I moan. He would want me to respect him, right?Plus, even if my answer is wrong–and I have a sneaking suspicion that it is–I think I quite like what my punishment
Ivy's POVI can’t believe what a jerk Spencer is being right now. He continues to fuck me shallowly, and it feels so, so good, but it’s not enough. He’s torturing me. He’s torturing me, and he knows it. I look up at him with a resentful gaze, not quite sure what to do. My face is bright red. Catching my frustrated expression, Spencer smiles indulgently. He reaches forward and brushes the pad of his thumb against my lips, as if to say, “come kiss me.” I don’t need any further encouragement. I wrap my arms around him tightly, pulling him close and crushing my mouth against his. Spencer moans into my mouth as he starts thrusting into me again, ramming me into the bedsheets. I can feel myself getting closer and closer, completely lost in my own pleasure as he continues to fuck me. “Beg me,” Spencer urges between thrusts. I can barely form words. “I… I…”“Come on, Ivy,” he says, thrusting me especially hard. I moan, digging my fingers into his shoulders for balance. “Just beg,” S
Spencer's POV“Is Miss Ivy Bell your mate?”My father’s face darkens in disappointment as he asks the question. I know he already knows the answer. He just wants to hear it from me. His hands grip the sides of his chair angrily, knuckles white. I can feel just how enraged he is even at the mere prospect. No Lycan Prince should be with a lowly girl like Ivy, and we both know it. And yet, here we are. “She is,” I admit, looking him squarely in the eyes. My father sighs, rubbing his temples with one hand. He glowers down at me. “Have you gone mad? Why did you lie to me about this, Spencer?” He asks in frustration. “I had no intention of actually acting upon our Mate Bond,” I explain calmly. “I wasn’t planning on holding any sort of Mate Ceremony. While it’s true that Ivy is my mate, I figured nothing else in my life would change–she would simply remain by my side. And so, as far as anyone was concerned, no one else needed to know. Not even her.”It’s strange to think–I mean what I’m
Ivy's POVThe maids don’t seem to have any intention of treating me well as they escort me through the palace. They sneer and glower at me, pulling me along harshly. My body is still weak from everything that happened in the Werewolf Council’s halls, and I find myself stumbling along, disoriented, as they continue to drag me forwards.At least they let me get changed before they dragged me out of the hospital room. Still, though, the thin paper gown leaves me far more revealed and vulnerable than I’d like to be. I haven’t endured such a cruel treatment from the palace staff since Spencer made me his personal maid. Which means that something in my standing must have changed. Fear seeps into me as the maids bring me to the doors of a luxurious hall. Two of them pull the doors open, revealing stunning royal chambers. A regal middle-aged woman sits in the middle of the room, lounging on a gilded gold throne. She’s clearly been waiting for me. The maids throw me to the ground. I cry
Ivy's POVEven though I’d never even imagined becoming Spencer’s Luna, the Lycan Queen’s rejection still stings. Only since my father’s death have I truly realized just how much malice exists in the world. Once, I’d been my father’s pride and joy, the crown jewel of my pack–cherished and pampered and adored from such a young age. But now, there’s no one on my side. I have to face these challenges alone. The maid’s whip lands on the already-bleeding wounds, causing me to gasp sharply again. Thinking about Spencer makes me feel a bit better, though. Even just imagining him is something of a comfort. I fight the urge to scream at the queen. I won’t give her the satisfaction. “I never thought I could… become Spencer’s Luna…” The gaps between my words are interspersed with sharp hisses. “But I am his mate. The choice of who his Luna is should be made by Spencer himself…”The queen narrows her eyes at me in anger, and I feel proud of my small rebellion. No doubt she had hoped to see m
Ivy's POV“You won’t kill her, Mother.”Spencer’s defiant command rattles around the hall, causing the queen’s face to tighten with rage. How many more orders can he defy for me? My gaze shifts nervously towards the maids and their whips, wounds aching even more at the sight of them. I know the maids won’t dare attack me with Spencer in the room, but if somehow he ends up leaving… I shiver and try to tear my thoughts away from worst-case scenarios, returning my focus to the Lycan Queen. “You are being insubordinate, Spencer!” She shouts. “Although you may be my son and the Crown Prince, you have no right to disobey me over and over again. She will die today.”I tremble in Spencer’s arms, but he still looks completely unfazed. “We’ve sworn a Blood Oath together,” Spencer says calmly. A Blood Oath. What is that? Spencer’s voice may not be raised, but it crackles through the hall like a thunderclap, causing the queen to shrink back into her chair in shock. A pair of maids step fo
Ivy's POVThe room is empty except for Spencer and I.Spencer lays me down gently on his bed and starts to remove my hospital gown. I find myself blushing, body heating up. “Wait,” I say suddenly. I know we’ve been… intimate before. And considering the deep wounds biting into my back, I’m sure he’s only trying to see how I’m doing. And yet, I still find myself embarrassed about undressing in front of him. My gaze drops to the bottle of ointment in his hand. He’s only trying to heal me. “Just apply the medicine, please,” I say shyly. “You don’t… you don’t have to…” I trail off, not quite sure how to finish the sentence. Spencer raises an eyebrow. “No saliva this time?” He asks, clearly picking up where I left off. My face flushes. “Yeah,” I reply, nodding slightly. “As you wish.” Spencer’s voice is gentlemanly, but his smirk says otherwise. I lay down on my stomach as he gingerly peels away the thin fabric. The cold air feels good against my injuries. Soothing, almost. When hi
Ivy's POVA pack rebellion is a serious matter. Let alone two. I pull away from Spencer abruptly, sitting up straight on his bed and pulling my hospital gown back on. “I can take care of my injuries myself,” I insist quickly. “Go take care of everything you need to handle.” Spencer hesitates for a moment before nodding. My determination is, after all, impossible to ignore, and I refuse to get in the way of his role as Prince any more than I already have. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, clearly sending a mind link. Moments later, a pair of maids bustle into the room, first aid supplies in hand. My heart freezes upon seeing the maids, already wondering what they’re planning on doing to me. I’ve had too many bad experiences with the maids of this palace. Noticing my worry, Spencer quickly glares at them. “If either of you do her any harm, I’ll have you both executed the moment I get back,” he growls at them. The maids’ eyes widen quickly. “Yes, Your Highness,” one of them