Page 41 of Blizzards and Brews

I absorbed them, letting them seep into my soul and calm the storm that had always been raging inside of me.

He didn’t let me speak. Instead, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss wasn’t slow and sweet, it was rough and possessive.

It was a homecoming that was as absolute as the strongest vodka. But no amount of liquor could even make me feel as euphoric as his touch did.

My body reacted to his touch despite being exhausted and I moaned into the kiss, pressing myself into his hard body.

His lip ring was cold against our heated lips and he tilted my head to get better access.

“Where is she?” Adam’s voice rang out as he stormed through the door.

One moment, I was in Dustin’s arms and the next, I was hoisted over Adam’s shoulder, his hand landing a harsh slap on my ass.

“Ow! What the fuck, Adam?!”

“‘What the fuck?’” he raged. “You’reaskingme‘what the fuck?’”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” I said, struggling against him. “I should have told you sooner but I was embarrassed.”

“Sorry isn’t good enough,” he said, swatting me again.“I went to your home this morning only to find it completely gone. You were gone, firefly. Do you have any idea what sheer terror rolled through me then? Of all the possibilities that could have happened?”

His foot pulled out a chair from one of the neighboring tables and within a matter of seconds he was sitting in it and had me stretched across his lap, my ass in the air.

“What–?”

Smack.

“Not to mention the fact that you didn’t charge your phone so no one could get ahold of you,” Adam growled.

“So what? You’re going to spank some sense into me?”

Adam laughed humorlessly. “That’s exactly right, firefly. I’m going to spank this pert ass of yours until you get it through your head that what you did wascompletelyunacceptable.”

He landed three more hot smacks on my ass, the sting making me squirm as I bucked indignantly.

“Stay still or I’ll have Dustin hold your hands down,” Adam warned.

I hissed. “He wouldn’t.”

The man in question walked in front of me. All I could see was his black boots until he squatted down in front of me and tilted my chin up.

“You forget, Linds. I know that starry, little look you get in those pretty, brown eyes when you’re turned on. And right now, babe? Those eyes are twinkling.”

Not once, not since our designations came in and the boys disappeared into the city for a month for Ollie’s first heat, had he brought up our past.

I could see in his eyes exactly just how much he wasn’t going to let this go, let me go.

He stood up and moved out of view. The next thing I knew his hands were at my hips, shimming my yoga pants down until they were tight across the tops of my thighs.

“Dusty–”

“Nope, Linds. You’re not going to sweet talk your way out of this one, babe. You’re going to take your punishment like a good girl. Now listen to your alpha.”

“I’m going to pay both of you back for this, you know that, right?”

“Oh, babe,” Dustin said, pulling up a chair and sitting in front of me. “I’m counting on it.”

Adam began then, raining a series of strikes across my now bare ass.