Warrior's Wife by Evanne Lorraine Page B

triad had plans for a special celebration. Imaging her reactions to each mech’s gift caused his lips to quirk. Once the party was over and she was fit to travel, they’d need to get back on the road.
    She slept for several hours. His thoughts darkened with plenty of time to come up with worst-case scenarios.
    “Gideon?” a drowsy murmur called.
    He stretched, cracking the kinks out of his reinforced skeleton and opened his yap to answer.
    “Gideon?” Her voice rose in alarm.
    “Right here, cupcake.” He sank onto the bed and palmed her hip.
    She sighed with relief. “Thank God. It’s already dark. How long did I sleep?”
    He pretended to consider the question as if he hadn’t been counting the minutes until she woke. “About twelve hours.”
    “Have you been sitting on the floor the whole time?”
    “Nah, I checked on the guys a couple of times.”
    She rose to her knees and began massaging his neck and shoulders. “Lie on your stomach. Your poor backside must be aching.”
    My front has the real problem. Most natural humans acted as if mechs didn’t have pain receptors, let alone emotions. When was the last time anyone had been concerned about his comfort? That was a big fat never. Moved by her wanting to care for him, he didn’t chastise her for touching without permission. Instead he followed directions.
    Her fingers worked down his spine, loosening tension spots and amping his craving to lose himself in her liquid heat. He creaked out a rough query, “How are you?”
    “Wonderful, actually. It’s been a long time since I’ve slept so deeply.” She finished with his lower spine and began kneading his ass. “Is this helping?”
    His voice had deepened to black-hole territory. “It’d work so much better without the clothes.”
    He tumbled them over until she was under him.
    She laughed, a trill of feminine delight, tugging unsuspected tenderness from him.
     
    Their fingers tangled as she tried to help him out of his clothes. He captured her hands and guided them to the headboard. “Grab wood and don’t let go.”
    She ignored the command and nearly wrapped her fingers around his erection before he trapped her wayward hand.
    “You’ve been begging for punishment for hours.”
    “I’ve been asleep.”
    He stretched her over his lap as if she weighed nothing. “Yeah, but you were dreaming about me paddling your sweet ass.”
    Heat rose from her breasts, searing her cheeks. “Maybe.”
    “Ten swats, count ’em.”
    His hand thwacked her bottom much harder than she’d expected. She yipped a high-pitched, “One.”
    The sting was still spreading when his palm slapped again, overlaying part of his first strike. ”Two.”
    She whimpered when the third swat connected with his previous hits. “Three.”
    Her whole butt felt as if it were on fire. Yet every slap sent new erotic jolts of pure sensation throughout her body. Her nipples contracted into pebbles. Her pussy rippled with each blow and her thighs grew slick with evidence of her desire.
    She arched into his next strike with a moan. “Four.”
    He landed a swat low enough that it reverberated through her cunt. “Five. May I touch myself, sir?”
    The swats paused. His palm cupped her sex. “You want to touch my pussy?”
    “Yes, please, sir.”
    “Not happening.” His hand moved impossibly fast, landing another solid strike in the exactly the same spot at the last.
    “Six,” she shrieked with frustration.
    “You come when I say and you don’t touch anything of mine without permission.” He hit her butt again.
    She whimpered. “Seven.”
    Her butt burned, her clit throbbed and honey gushed from her slit.
    Gideon slapped her ass.
    “Eight.”
    He delivered the next blow.
    “Nine.” Every muscle tightened with anticipation. Her empty sheath clenched and released. She wanted to please him, so she bit her lip and pressed her thighs together to stave off an imminent release.
    The last swat hit hard and fast, sending her over the