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Vic pushing her gently forward made her move.
    “Have you ever seen anything like this?” he asked softly, right by her ear.
    Kitty shook her head before she could stop herself. “No.” This was the stuff she’d imagined, what she’d always wanted, and yet was afraid to ask. What kind of woman asked for a man to hurt her?
    A woman that wants to feel alive.
    Staring straight ahead, she watched as a woman was strapped to a cross in the center of the stage. A large man, who’d be able to snap the woman in two with the strength he showed, stood behind her, running his hands all over her naked back and ass. The woman was whimpering and Kitty tensed. If the woman didn’t want it, it wasn’t fun.
    “Steady, Kitty. She wants it just like Malcolm is going to give it to her. She likes for it to come as a shock to her. Always the anticipation.”
    Vic urged her forward, and Kitty went. Her body answered his call as if she’d known him for years rather than hours.
    He didn’t know her body though. She didn’t know anything about him and yet she wasn’t afraid.
    Vic pulled her in front of him as they made their way up to the stage. “It’s fucking beautiful, isn’t it? The way she trusts him to bind her up like that. She has put all of her strength within him, and she’s giving it to him, loving him.”
    “What are they?” she asked.
    “They’re mates, fated to be each others, no matter what. They know each other intimately. Malcom is the Dom, and he knows how to keep his woman in line, how to make her submit.” Vic pressed his hand to her stomach, pulling her against him. Kitty whimpered at the feel of his cock pressing against her ass. She couldn’t think, not with his hands touching her. It was insane, crazy, and so fucking addictive. “He’s got the cane. She’s been a bad little wolf, and now it’s time for her to pay the price.”
    Mates.
    She leaned against Vic as Malcolm drew back the cane. He looked too deadly, too sinister, and so fucking perfect. Her pussy grew wet imagining herself on the cross only it would be Vic holding the cane, punishing her, and she’d need it, too. Kitty would find any reason to make sure Vic could punish her, to make it hurt a lot.
    Kitty didn’t wince when the cane hit the flesh of the woman’s buttocks. She moaned, wishing it were she in that place, feeling that mighty sting. It was heady, intoxicating, being in here, watching this all. A red welt appeared. Malcolm was indeed a master. If the cane wasn’t wielded perfectly, the damage it could do was scary shit.
    Vic shoved his hands in her jeans, touching her pussy. He pinched her clit before sliding down to fuck her pussy. Oh my God. He took what he wanted no matter what, no matter that they didn’t know each other. Yet she was here too, giving herself to this stranger, to this wolf. The pull to him was undeniable, though.
    She cried out, the smallest touch having her almost coming in his hands. Kitty didn’t dare close her eyes for fear of missing something important. She didn’t fight Vic, the man she’d just met. Kitty relished the choice he’d taken out of her hands. Malcolm didn’t strike the woman again. He played with the welt he’d made, loving it like the brand it was.
    “Tell me, Kitty, do you want to play?”
    Yes, she did. She wanted to play so much.

K itty stood there for a few moments, not able to move as she watched the woman was punished. The cane that Malcolm held was long, painful looking in appearance. She swallowed, her throat tight, her heart racing. She was here, actually standing here next to this man, in this world. He’d followed her home, stalked her in all essence of the word. And she felt so weak, so afraid of what she wanted. How could she just accept him like this, accept this whole situation? She kept thinking of the word mate, of what he’d said, that she was his.
    You want this. This connection you have with him is too intense, too crazy, yet you can’t stop it.
    “If