Page 62 of Brutally Mated
“He thinks he can use her.”
“Sexually?”
“No.”
“Tell me what he wants with her?”
“We don’t talk about it, especially with you, but our family is cursed. The darkness of the pack’s lands is due to a magical,” his face twists up at the wordmagical, “curse in which female familial blood must be shed in order to appease the sun. That’s why Mother died when she did.”
I wish they’d told me that before. It feels like I need to know things like this, secret curses lurking in backgrounds. I push down that question though, because I know the answer. I’m the youngest male of the family, and I couldn’t have done anything about it anyway even if I’d wanted to.
“Doesn’t seem to have helped much. Weather out that way is shit.”
“Yes. It is. But he thinks that just means more blood is necessary.”
“Sort of like the way we were supposed to die to help Tabby’s pack?”
“Exactly.”
“She didn’t let it happen.”
“No, but he will do it.”
“You think he’d kill her?”
“I think he’d do anything to save the family.”
“But she’s our family. That’s what happened when we all mate bonded the night she saved us.”
Krall snorts. “Must be nice to still be young enough to believe in bonds.”
“The mate bond is real,” I say. “I felt it the moment I saw her. I know she’s going to be okay. And I know Skor’s not going to get her killed. He has a plan, I bet.”
Krall snorts again with real annoyance. “One day you’re going to learn that every man has a plan, and none of them are good for their mates.”
“That’s cynical. We’re going to go rescue ours.”
Krall pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.
“I thought you quit.”
He flips one into his mouth and snaps a flame at the end of it. He breathes in deep, then exhales in a long stream. The car fills withthe smell of burning plants. I breathe in too, passively taking in the same poison.
“Where we are going, and what we have to do, this isn’t going to matter. We are all going to die, boy. Make your peace with that now.”
Tabby
I wake bound.
I cannot move.
Magic has been done to me. I know it. I would have woken up otherwise, when the ropes started to go on, when I felt my power being sapped. I would have fought back. But Skor is able to do things nobody else is capable of doing, and now his cock is at my mouth, and my legs are tied spread, so that someone might very well be able to fuck me there too.
Outside, the moon is high, but I cannot move, and cannot shift, because of the chains wrapped around me. They are silver, and they are sapping my energy, stopping me from shifting.
Skor pushes his cock inside my mouth, the head of his rod pushing relentlessly into my bound frame. His hands cup the side of my face as I try to swallow his length.
What the fuck is he doing? He’s a sick asshole, but I thought he was happy with me. This feels like punishment. Or maybe it’s just something terrible.
