Mate Marked: Shifters of Silver Peak by Georgette St. Clair Read Free Book Online Page B

spoke to the Alpha that way.
    As if sensing it, Marcus threw up his hands and muttered, “You’re not scared of anything. Boss. Just came to see if I could help, is all. Since I’m not needed, I’m going back to bed.” He headed into the woods.
    Roman turned to face Chelsea again. “Now, there’s the little matter of you trespassing on my property.”
    “Your property!” she said indignantly.
    “Shifter law, sweetheart—you really oughta study up on it. Gypsy packs are allowed to take up temporary residence on any unused portion of shifter territory, and everything within a one-mile radius of our camp falls under my domain.”
    “Except that you’re an outlaw, wanted by the law,” she said firmly. “So I have the legal right to come here and arrest you.”
    Her head was tipped back and she was staring up at him, and her breath was quickening. She was as turned on as he was. The spicy scent of her arousal tickled his nose, and he drew it in and felt warmth flood through his body.
    God, she’s hot.
    He grinned down at her, fiercely. “You can certainly try. By the way, do you know what happens when you embarrass an Alpha in front of his pack?”
    She caught her breath and took a step back. Oh, no, she wasn’t getting away from him. He moved closer. “What?”
    He slid a finger under her chin. There were numerous ways he could have punished her for her trespass, but he knew exactly which one he was going to choose.
    “He returns the favor,” he growled.
    * * * * *
    What the hell had happened? One minute Chelsea had been kicking ass and taking names. She’d subdued the Alpha nobody else could even get close to.
    And the next minute, he had completely turned the tables on her.
    And now he had her slung over his shoulder as if she were a feather pillow, and was striding resolutely out of the woods.
    The ground jolted at her with every step.
    He sat down on a wooden bench and put her over his knee.
    This couldn’t be happening.
    But it was.
    He raised his hand high and brought it down on her butt with a resounding smack. It was shockingly erotic. She squirmed underneath him and gave a hoarse cry that was half moan of pleasure, half yelp of outrage.
    “One,” he intoned.
    Then he did it again. His hand rose high and came down on her other butt cheek, and she cried out. “Oh!” The jolt of pleasure that shot through her body had scrambled her brains. She couldn’t even think.
    With every smack, she squirmed and squealed and grew more aroused. Heat blazed through her body and moisture rushed between her legs.
    He did it five times, counting each smack out loud. Then he dumped her off his lap onto the ground, and she scrambled to her feet. She was flushed and panting.
    It suddenly occurred to her that at any time she could have shifted and probably escaped. Why hadn’t she?
    He stood up and leaned in close. “Listen, beautiful, any time you want to come spend the night in my tent, be my guest. But this land is my pack’s territory for as long as we’re camping out here, and if you come here again, I’ll be the one placing you under arrest. You’ll be our prisoner for twenty-four hours. Now. You wanna join us for breakfast? Instant coffee, powdered eggs, plus wild rabbit.”
    She couldn’t even speak, she was so furious.
    She turned and stomped off into the woods. The fact that one of the pack members yelled, “Hey, come back any time!” didn’t help matters at all.

Chapter Eight
     
    “Not now, not now, not now!” Chelsea pounded on her steering wheel in frustration. She was normally the queen of “look on the bright side”, but right now it was hard finding any bright side to look on. Her car had just broken down by the side of the road. After she’d been thoroughly humiliated by Roman Kincaid, and worse, that spanking had left her with a raging case of the female equivalent of blue balls.
    How unprofessional could she get? Her va-jay-jay had the hots for the man she needed to arrest. Her