Page 34 of Brutally Mated
He keeps me in place for the duration of the knot, forcing me to face my fears until there is no fear left, only a sense of lingering arousal. I’m going to associate train rides with being punished and bred now, I think. I suspect I am going to associate all things I encounter with these males with being bred.
When his cock finally slides away from me, he picks me up and lays me down on the bed that Krall has now vacated.
“Take a nap,” he says. “You need some rest and it takes time for the breeding to have an effect. Lie there with our cum inside you and think about how you are going to start swelling with our pups soon enough.”
I feel as though I am going to fall asleep almost instantly. My eyelids are heavy, my pussy is aching, and I feel as though the rocking of the train is soothing more than unsettling.
In the aftermath of being thoroughly dominated by two of my mates, I finally do as I am told.
Krall
I step outside the cabin once we are sure Tabby is asleep. I am proud of the way we handled her, and I am also proud that she seems to have gotten over her train-related fear…
Whomp!
My world pitches to the side as a massive fist makes sharp contact with my jaw.
Thorn has been waiting, and he has not calmed down at all in the interim. He looks at me with a seething kind of fury as I retain my balance. My head is ringing, but my fury is contained. Having just come deep inside my mate has put me in a good mood, and he is fortunate for that. Any other time, any other circumstance, this hall would run red with his blood.
“Sucker punch,” I say, straightening. “Where’s the honor in that, boy?”
He was expecting me to fight him back. His fists are raised, his chin is low, his eyes are dilated almost black. As he realizes I am not taking a fighting stance, he lowers his fists and screws up his face.
“She’s mine as much as she is yours. You had no right to take her from me.”
There we go. He’s jealous. He can’t help it. Nature demands he’d want to mate as much as we do, or more.
“I did when it was obvious you were making things worse,” I say. “Comfort works sometimes. It wasn’t working this time.”
“She wanted me to comfort her,” he says. “She wantedme.And you took her.”
I should be beating the hell out of my kid brother. The nerve to take a cheap shot like that. But he’s as mad with mating lust as the rest of us are, but has been able to do it less. He is right in saying I took her from him.
“We can’t beat the shit out of each other out of jealousy. Your turn is the next turn,” I tell him.
“Alright,” he says. “But she’s going to be sore again. I want to have her at a time when she’s not aching with use. It’s not fair on her, or on me.”
He doesn’t understand entirely how much she loves pain, and how integral that can be to the entire mating process. He can learn all that on his own. And she will not have to suffer the fumblings of a younger man entirely, because she has Skor and me to show her what a proper fucking feels like.
“We’ll give her some time to recover,” I say.
“Alright,” he nods. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I say. “But, boy? If you ever hit me like that again, I will beat you until you can’t move. I promise you that.”
Thorn looks ashamed. His temper got the best of him. He’s still young and impulsive and he doesn’t like being at the bottom of our dominance hierarchy.
At that moment, Skor steps out behind us and shuts the door. It’s good timing. Breaks the tension somewhat. Though of course he’s aware of it instantly. Skor has always been a freak bastard when it comes to knowing things he has no right to know.
“Is everything alright?”
“Yes,” I say, my eyes locked with Thorn. “Everything is fine.”
“I’m going in,” Thorn says.
“She’s sleeping,” Skor says. “Maybe let her rest.”
Thorn falls back. “Are the two of you planning on gatekeeping her forever? Am I to have no rights to my mate except when you deem it appropriate?”
