Free Wolf Ways (The Madison Wolves Book 9) by Robin Roseau

to tickle me. “This is so not fair!”
    She didn’t tickle. Instead, she began unbuttoning my shirt. Slowly. By the time she was at the third button, I stilled under her, watching her as she worked the buttons. She untucked the shirt from my jeans before settling her weight down on top of me. She inhaled deeply from near my ear, then rubbed her cheek against mine.
    “You smell like both of us,” she said. “This is a scent I intend to make permanent. Do you understand?”
    “No.”
    “Lots and lots of very intimate touching,” she said. “Anyone getting near you will smell me and know you’re mine.”
    Was I hers? That seemed like an escalation in our relationship. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
    On the other hand, what she had said was a little heady — and a little sexy, or at least I thought so. I leaned my cheek against hers for a minute, rubbing a little myself.
    “That’s a two way street, Elisabeth,” I said. “If I smell like you, then I bet you smell like me.”
    She chuckled but didn’t respond. Instead, she climbed off me then pulled me to my feet. “Run. If you don’t do better, I get to spank you.”
    “No!” I screeched. I ran.
    She played with me. She could have had me five or six times before she caught me. I never made it out of the living room.
    This time, she caught me about the middle from behind and lifted me in the air, my legs kicking.
    “Oh, oh,” she said.
    “No!” I screeched. “Brat! Bully!”
    She ignored my protests — which were in fun, anyway — and carried me backwards until she was sitting on the coffee table. I tried to scramble away from her, but a minute later I found myself bent over her knee.
    “No!” I said. “I can’t believe this is so easy for you.”
    She swatted my bottom. I yelped, but I got four more swats before she let me up, then pulled me so I was sitting across her lap.
    “Too rough?” she asked.
    “No,” I said softly. “But absolutely no rougher.” And I leaned against her, pulling my legs up and laying my head on her shoulder.
    She held me tenderly for a minute.
    “Are you sure?” she asked. “I think I got carried away. I’m sorry. A wolf wouldn’t have yelped, even a deeply submissive wolf. I’m sorry, Zoe.”
    “I told you we should play what you like to play.” I leaned away so I could look at her. “Elisabeth, I meant it when I offered it. I didn’t know the particulars, but I had a pretty good idea of the generalities.” I laid my head back on her shoulder. “I want you to be you. I’m not going to actually admit whether I liked the spanking, and I’m never going to give you permission, but I will tell you if you’re being too rough. Is that fair?”
    “I’ve never had a relationship with a human, Zoe,” she said.
    “I like knowing you’re so strong,” I said. “If I didn’t, I’m with the wrong woman, aren’t I?”
    “So if I spank you again…”
    “No comment,” I said. But I kissed the side of her neck. “I like your games, Elisabeth.”
    “Good. Run.”
    I jumped from her lap and ran.
    This time, she chased me into the kitchen. She had a center island, and she chased me around it a few times before she came right over the top for me. I squeaked as she caught me, and I found myself bent over the island. This time she didn’t spank me, but instead, she rubbed and groped my bottom.
    I squirmed.
    “Were you thinking of spanking it again?”
    “Perhaps later,” she replied. “I’m doing exactly what I want.” And she continued to rub.
    I definitely liked her game.
    “Run.”
    She caught me, over and over. The next time she caught me, she pulled my shirt off me completely. I tried struggling, but it did me no good. The time after that, she pinned me to the floor on my stomach and then lightly caressed the bare skin she could find. After that, she stole my bra, then my shoes. Then the time after that, somehow she tangled my limbs in hers, and then she began nibbling my feet. I could