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The day of Brenna’s punishment dawned with me between her legs, teasing her plump folds until their honey coated my fingers. I lapped it up, bringing her to the brink of arousal again and again, but never letting her go over. The pleasure flooding her senses would make the pain easier to bear.
Samuel entered the room. “It is time.”
When we stepped out of the cave, the whole pack had assembled to watch. Almost forty wolves sat in the clearing, lounging against the rocks or crouching near the fire. Those in warrior form held weapons. No one took their eyes off our woman.
“Come, Brenna,” I ordered. Our beloved hesitated at the mouth of the cave, but then stepped boldly into the clearing. She wore a simple white shift and her silver torc. Her hair was braided and her feet were bare.
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