Sold To The Alphas: A BBW Paranormal Romance by Amira Rain, Simply Shifters

you'll be giving me another one. Because you won't be."
     
    Chase spoke in a low, husky croak. "Wrong."
     
    Not a split-second after Chase had spoken, I felt the first smack of Grayson's hand on my rear. It hadn't been an incredibly hard smack, and in fact, it had actually been a much lighter one than I'd been expecting.  I'd wanted it to be a harder one, I realized to my surprise.
     
    I twisted around on Grayson's lap a bit, trying to look up at him without really succeeding. "Pathetic. I barely even felt that."
     
    I absolutely for sure, felt the next several smacks of his hand. I felt them to the point that I gasped with each one, squirming on his lap like he'd "dreamed" about me doing. Apparently part of his dream as well was to take a pause to caress my rear, running a large, strong hand over each of my cheeks with a barely-audible groan, because he soon did just that.
     
    And that was when I noticed that he was becoming hard, was actually quite hard already, to the point that I could feel his erection even through his jeans. The feel of it pressing against my feminine mound, combined with my position over his lap, also combined with the feel of my stinging rear cheeks, was enough to make me wet right then.
     
    I wanted Grayson, badly. I wanted to feel his hardness inside of me.  I was going to have to wait. Because he wasn't quite finished with my little punishment yet. I had to endure at least a dozen more sharp, stinging swats before he was. Though maybe endure wasn't exactly the right word. Enjoy might have been more apt.
     
    Then it was Chase's turn to take me over his knee. He'd waited patiently, watching, and while he positioned me just how he wanted me, rear high in the air, I could feel that, like Grayson, he was hard as a rock, his erection straining against the fabric of his jeans.
     
    While I panted, squirmed, gasped, and even cried out periodically, Chase spanked my bare rear for at least a solid minute before finishing my punishment with one final swat so hard it actually made me cringe. Though almost immediately, I was pretty sure my expression became one of rapture when Chase put a hand between my parted legs and then slid two fingers into my slickness.
     
    I exhaled in a fluttery sigh. "Oh, yes. Yes, Chase."
    With his breathing heavy, rising above the babble of the nearby stream, he began slowly working his fingers in and out of my slickness. To add to the intensely pleasurable sensation, before each slide in of his fingers, he brushed his fingertips against my most sensitive spot, which was now throbbing and tingling.
     
    My eyes rolled back in my head, seemingly of their own accord, and my voice came out in a breathless whisper.
     
    "Don't stop, Chase. Please don't stop."
     
    Making a few low growls and periodic grunts, he didn't, and very soon I was lost in a world of pleasure, right there in the sunlit forest. Beside us, the stream gurgled and sparkled, and all around us, birds flitted from tree to tree, chirping.
     
    The warm late April air smelled of earth and the new bright green leaves on the trees. I clutched at a patch of clover beneath my hands, soon becoming so immersed in my very own little sensual paradise that I practically forgot my own name.
     
    However, I soon remembered it. I heard Grayson growl it softly, and I opened my eyes to see him kneeling on the patch of clover in front of me, his shirt off and his jeans and underwear down around his knees. His rock-hard pole bobbed mere inches from my face, and I knew what I was supposed to do with it. I knew what I wanted to do with it.
     
    Still bent over Chase's lap with my well-warmed rear in the air while he continued working his long, strong fingers in and out of my slickness, I extended my tongue and gave Grayson's thick pole a few long, slow licks, making him groan.
     
    Moving on his knees, he inched a little closer to me, until I could comfortably take him into my mouth, which I immediately did, bracing my hands on