New Nighttime Routine for Melody

Melody was truly scared. She’d angered a wolf she knew had a vengeful nature, but in her defence, she also knew him for going through women like they were tissues. This wasn’t like the man who agreed readily to a no holds barred weekend away. He seemed to forget that he’d agreed to walk away and never revisit the weekend again.

“Malcolm?” Malcolm turned out the light and was settling into bed beside her.

“Yes, Kitten?” That was a new nickname.

“If you changed the rules. How is this all my fault?”

“That’s the rub. If you’d stayed until the morning, we would have renegotiated the rules. Then there’s the withholding of my pup from me. Never mind withholding yourself. I have gone through more hardship without you around. Add to that you lied about your identity. This we’ll discuss in the morning, as well as when you’ll submit to your first punishment.” She felt his hands move across her breasts and belly.

He pulled her close to him, her back to hi