Page 24 of Brutally Mated
“What are you?” I whisper.
He smirks broadly and handsomely, giving me excited chills.
“Tell me. Are you like me?”
“Quiet,” he rumbles softly. “The others are sleeping, and we should not wake them. They need their rest, and you need what I am about to do to you.”
I lay back and try to be somewhat quiet. I don’t want to wake everyone up and have to deal with Krall’s issues. He’s going to be grumpy. Old man needs his sleep.
He lowers his head between my thighs, hikes up my skirt, and puts his mouth to my pussy. I gasp, but he reaches up a hand to cover my mouth.
“Quiet,” he repeats. “The others are sleeping. Do you need me to gag you?”
“Nu uh,” I whimper back down.
He begins feeding on my pussy, giving me slow, long laps of his tongue and then exploring the swollen folds of my sex before finally letting the very tip of his tongue do slow circles around the hungry little bud at the apex of my thighs.
“Fuck,” I moan to myself. “Oh, my…”
My legs are trembling, and it is so hard to stay silent as he works his wicked magic between my legs. I thought for certain I would not be able to take another cock tonight. I thought I was toofreshly deflowered, too brutally ravaged, but he is making me crave his cock inside me, even though I know it will hurt.
He rises above me, and I feel the hard diamond of his cock pressing at my lips. My lower belly clenches with anticipation as I ready myself to be taken again. There’s fear in my heart, but that fear does not matter because I was made to be bred and used, and I know that in this moment as much as I have ever known anything.
“Shhhhh, baby girl,” he murmurs against my mouth as he sinks inside me, moving slowly at first, spreading me open bit by bit. I am soaked with need, and I know I will be releasing more eggs. He is forcing another ovulation back to back, and there is nothing I can do about it because he owns me.
Skor mates me thoroughly, knotting inside me and making sure his seed has advantage in the dark of night. The others are still asleep as we lie locked together on the floor, my aching sex stretched tight around his thick flesh.
I think I hate him, but more than that, I am afraid of him. Whatever is inside him is dark and wants to be inside me as much as he does.
It withdraws along with him, and leaves me soaked in seed on the floor.
I will carry him back to the mountains, along with whatever is wrong with him.
This time I do not sleep. This time I stay awake and I wait until I hear his breathing along with the others.
Finally, in the true depths of the night, I realize that I am entirely and completely alone in the sense all three of the others are asleep. Krall and Thorn have taken the bed. Skor is lying across the foot of it, too. It’s quite cute, actually.
For a brief, mad moment, I wonder about crawling up there between all of them and just getting comfortable. I can imagine being held and snuggled between three strong male bodies, being at the very center of their worlds.
I push the imagining away almost instantly. That’s a dangerous way to think. That will ensure I never return to the mountain wilds.
I get up and tiptoe to the window, slipping out of it quite easily. We are on the second floor, but there is a ridge running along the first floor to provide a sort of verandah roof. I slide to that, then let myself slip down the gentle curve of the roof, and then drop to the ground.
My instincts are sharp. I can smell the mountains. I should shift immediately and rush to them. I would have done that hours ago, except the wind is also bringing me another scent. The scent of candy. It would not hurt to take a little more before I leave.
I don’t think about the fact that what I am doing is stealing. I don’t want to think about that. There’s no such thing as theft in the mountains, not really anyway. Resources are there for everybody to take as they need.
The candy shop door is closed and locked. That stumps me for a second. Then I walk around the back. There’s anotherdoor there, also locked. I try the handle a few times, getting increasingly irritated.
I’m not supposed to do magic things, but I suppose I’m not really supposed to be doing any of this. I am operating outside of rules. My father’s pack law does not apply here, and I do not acknowledge the authority of my so-called mates, nor the humans who inhabit these lower lands.
I tap my knuckles to the door and whisper the word: Knock.
The door swings open obligingly, and I am in the back of the store in an instant, sating my desires with two hands. There is so much to consume. Big bars of chocolate, and even bigger round hard candy on sticks. There are little gummy chews that taste delightfully sour, and…
Click clack.
I hear a metallic sound. I’ve never heard it before, but something tells my deepest instincts not to ignore it.
