[THIS STORY WILL BE TAKEN DOWN ON SEPTEMBER 30, 2024]
He had hunted me, captured me, and locked me in a tower.
Season 3 'Of Crows and Thorns'
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While in RISING, Tabitha discovers something peculiar that may assist Nelle in her plan to escape the...
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I'd never seen Graysen so angry, ever.
Sage's barking drowned out my startled shriek as I found myself flung over Graysen's lap, my skirt flipped up over my back and my panty-clad ass up in the air. My wraith-wolf lunged for Graysen's leg, only to pull shy because he couldn't physically bite him. The bottled-lightning collared around his neck, white sparks fizzing and crackling like a sparkler, wouldn't allow him to.
I kicked my legs, trying to free myself from Graysen's lap. He had one hand splayed against my back, pinning me down, and it was useless fighting his strength. My draping hair danced as I angled my head sideways, glaring up at the flattened hand hovering above his head, ready to strike.
My gaze shot to his. He was completely unhinged. The damp locks of hair he'd tugged earlier stuck up every which way. Deep stress lines were carved around his angered features. While one eye was narrowed and locked on me, the other eye twitched erratically, and a muscle in his jaw went—tick, tick, tick.
I'd pushed Graysen too far with my spitefulness. I'd kicked his sorry ass into the deep well of insanity and he was floundering in its depth. He'd been driven to the brink of madness—loco-crazy-insane-certifiable-bonkers madness!
"You wouldn't dare!" Even trapped, I was safely cocooned in a fluffy cloud of knowledge that he'd never physically hurt me. He didn't have it in him.
"Try me!" he roared back. Fury burned his cheeks to a red almost as bright as his rash-inflamed body.
Graysen's movement was swift and accurate.
My mouth fell open in shock. I didn't realize what he'd done until well after the sharp edge of stinging pain flared over my ass cheek. "OOOOW!"
Holy hells!
He smacked me again, his long fingers leaving a burning imprint on my ass.
I gasped. I couldn't believe it. This wasn't the fun kind of spanking either. This was an old-fashioned spanking like I was a willful child. Though the pain was shy of cruelty, he still delivered a mean smack and it fucking hurt!
"You know your mother's blood gift will cure the poison oak, you big baby!" His body was already a patchy neon pink and the blisters were fading away along with the rash tracks.
"I can't take it any longer!" he bellowed, the sound of his derangement swamping the room. "You're wicked mean and cruel and I've FUCKING. HAD. IT!"
—spank—
I shrieked in outrage as my ass burned with building pain.
What could I do? What could I do?
"Attack, Sage, attack!"
Graysen threw his head back and barked out a manic laugh that shuddered right through his body and I felt it everywhere. He jerked his head back down, eye twitching erratically as he hissed at me, "Your wraith-wolf can't save you!"
