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I whimper a response.
“Aren’t you?” he repeats himself more sternly.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Exactly,” he says. “Naughty little wolves have to fuck their own pussies on their alpha’s cocks, don’t they?”
I blush so hard I feel a little lightheaded, but Tailor has no mercy.
He taps my ass. “Speed up. Fuck me properly.”
I do my best to give him what he wants, rising and falling on the thick rod of his cock. He’s holding back. I can feel it. He doesn’t want to come inside me yet, doesn’t want to knot inside me. He wants to make me work, and I am working, sweating as stroke after stroke I lift myself off his cock and then lower myself down again.
“All the way to the base, baby,” he growls. “I want that cock nice and deep in that sore little pussy.”
My inner walls clench at that description. I am aching from all the breeding, and he knows it. He’s going to make me keep fucking anyway, knowing that every time I take him inside me, I get even more sensitive and even more sore.
“This is what you deserve,” he lectures. “And it’s what you’re going to get if you start acting out. None of us are going to tolerate it. Do you understand?” He punctuates the question with a rough thrust of his hips.
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, I am fucking… god. Fuck. I’m sorry.”
“You should be sorry. And I will make you sorry absolutely every time you act like that. We are going to take this pussy and this tight ass and we will…”
I feel someone moving behind me. I turn my head to see Damon kneeling behind me. He smiles, presses an almost chaste kiss to my temple, then pushes me firmly down, the head of his cock sliding against my ass.
I let out a whimper, but Damon is not going to be any more merciful than Tailor was. He slides into my ass while Tailor is still in my pussy and together they fuck me long and deep and…
“Mnfff…” is the sound I make as Conroy’s thick cock is pressed into my mouth.
All of my mates are inside me at once, moving in slow but deliberate rhythms, using me, pleasuring me, taming me. I submit to them, feeling myself ground among the three of them, filled up to the point of being completely unable to move. Their claim is as clear as it could be. They own me, and my body responds to them in ways it would never respond to anybody else. We are bonded by ties stronger than circumstance. We are a pack, and I am at the center of it, the hot, wet, tight set of holes they use for their pleasure and fill with their seed.
Conroy pulls his cock out of my mouth to let me breathe and moan as Tailor pulls me down hard on his dick and makes me grind my clit against his pubic bone while Damon is deep in my ass, fucking me with short, rutting strokes designed to make me feel every bit of my punishment.
“Look at me,” Conroy rumbles, taking my chin in his hand and directing my gaze to him while Damon makes me submit to a fresh load of seed in my ass. “This is where you belong, Kita.With us. And this is what will happen if you run from us. We will hold you down, we will fuck you until you cannot move, and you will learn your place.”
“Fuck!” I exclaim as Tailor rubs the heel of his palm against my overstimulated clit, roughly and insistently forcing an orgasm to rush through me, racking my aching body and stretched holes with contractions of irresistible pleasure.
Damon comes in my ass, his orgasm triggered by mine. He must have been careful to ensure he did not knot inside me, which is fortunate because Tailor’s knot is thickening while I wriggle and writhe on his dick. I can’t contain or control myself. Tailor’s hands wrap around my hips and start working me back and forward until my orgasm is ridden out and his is bursting inside me, his thick knot filling me all the way up.
“You’re so pretty when you’re properly fucked,” Conroy says, caressing my cheeks and stroking my hair back from my face and dropping little kisses on my forehead as my completely ravaged pussy takes the final load. “Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes,” I whimper in ragged tones. “Fuck, yes.”
“Good girl. You are such a good girl for us,” he says. Damon remains behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist, snugging me close.
“God, yes, come here. Come here.” Tailor reaches for me when he can speak again, and draws me down to his chest, his cock buried deep inside me, his breath ragged against my ear, and his seed deep inside my bare pussy.
Damon follows me down, Conroy pushes in next to Tailor and me, and somehow the four of us end up pressed together on the couch, cuddled up in a filthy puppy pile.
I guess I am loved. I’m just going to have to get used to it.
CHAPTER 17
Kita
It takes a week for my ass and pussy and everything else to stop hurting, but I have learned my lesson. Maybe. I guess time will tell. It’s not like I planned to run in the first place. It was a knee-jerk reaction to all the fear that comes with being this intimate after a lifetime of being so alone.
My mates are not going to let me go. They’re also not going to let me get away with anything. So, time goes by and I go… good?
