Page 8 of Brutally Mated
I feel a trickle of anxiety and excitement at the same time. They’re going to fuck me. All of them are going to mate me.
Thorn, I think will be okay. He’s friendly, at least. If I have to sleep with someone, a handsome, cheerful, muscular young mate works for me.
Skor is dark and mysterious. When he looks at me, I feel like something deep inside my soul is being tickled. There’s a connection between us, a kind of draw that makes me feel curious and excited all at the same time.
Krall can fuck off.
Thorn is the closest to me. He can’t make a move, though, as much as he wants to. His cock is hard immediately, his thick rod pointing toward me like a compass. His expression is one of earnest excitement and yearning. If it were just him and me, we might disappear into the darkness and I might learn what it is to be mated sweetly. His chest is hairless, his eyes are bright, and he feels like he might yet be redeemed from whatever fate turns a nice young man into whatever the other two are.
“Who is first?” Skor asks, barely referring to me directly. “Do we let the boy wet his cock? Or do we show her what a real mating should be like?”
The question is crude and offensive, and it frightens me. So I do what my kind has done since the dawn of time. I relinquish my human form, and I become animal.
Usually I would do it with magic, but I do it without this time. I rip my way out of my human form and into animal form. My wolf self comes roaring out, and in an instant I am a snarling beast crouched balefully beside the flames.
Krall takes his form just as swiftly. When one shifter shifts, it’s like a chain reaction. It takes a lot of effort to stay human when the beast inside another has been unleashed. In this, I have taken the lead. The other two remain in their human forms. That shows a high level of discipline and self-control. I wonder now if Krall was forced into his wolf-self as a result of my shift, or if he’s chosen to face me.
I do not like this man. Or this wolf.
Nobody tells me I cannot practice my craft. Nobody has that kind of control over me. Not even my father. This man will have to learn what a true female is like.
I lunge at him, jaws open, going straight for the throat. He dances to the side and I catch a mouthful of fur. I hear a laugh from Skor.
“Stand back, little brother,” he says to Thorn. “She is going to regret this.”
I will regret nothing. These men think they are in control of me. They have come to my lands with the idea of conquering me. But I am not one to be controlled. My father almost spoke truth when he said it would take all three of them to handle me. The real truth is that it will take a lot more than three.
Krall snaps at me and lunges, trying to get a grip on my scruff. I roll over, not in submission but with the intention of letting his weight carry him over me. It works. He shoots over me and I am up and on him in an instant, my teeth in the back of his neck.I won’t be able to kill him this way, but I will be able to draw blood. He will never forget the time he tried to control me and learned that a female of my bloodline does not submit to any old man who traipsed up a hill.
He snarls as I taste blood, and thrashes about, hurling me off his body. I see Skor and Thorn as I fall to the side. Thorn looks worried. Skor looks amused. I think if they were to enter the fray now, one might be on Krall’s side, but the other would be on mine.
I crack with electric magic and snap at Krall’s hind leg. He swiftly turns on me and uses his sheer weight to pin me down, his jaws on my throat. I have lost my footing and now I am beneath his furious body, feeling his canines sinking toward my jugular.
I will not die here on this mountain.
I will not…
My wolf form fades as he forces me out of it. Alphas can do that. It’s a dominance thing. He has overcome the animal side of me and taken control of my flesh, and I am left lying on the ground in a naked state, his massive mouth still covering my neck.
He holds me there for a long moment, making his point. If he wanted me dead, I’d be dead. I can’t fight him, because I am not strong enough. He is bigger than me, he is older than me, and he is more dominant. My body registers all these messages without a single one of them needing to go through my conscious mind.
Then he is human again, and it is not his jaws at my neck, but his hand in my hair. He grabs a big controlling fistful of it and pulls me up.
“That was naughty,” he says, his tone surprisingly mild. “But I get the feeling you haven’t been handled much. Someone’s let you run wild. That’s over now, Tabby. You belong to us now, and we are going to ensure your obedience.”
“Fuck you,” I say, mostly because I do not know what to do with the surging emotions inside my body. He’s making me feel so many things, and all of them are a different kind of powerless.
He shakes his head and uses the grip in my hair to push me down to my knees.
“You will not be suffered to disobey,” he intones.
I part my lips and find that instead of retorting, I have a cock in my mouth. He puts one big hand over my face, and another under my jaw and holds me in place with strong fingers as he starts thrusting over my tongue and down my throat.
“This is what mouthy little whelps get,” he growls. “You want to talk back to me? I’ll find something else for you to do with that mouth. I’ll make sure you think twice before being a smart little witch.”
I have never tasted a man’s cock before. I have never felt one inside any part of me. Almost immediately, my jaw starts to ache. Holding my teeth apart for him is hard work. Work I realize swiftly I don’t have to do.
I bite down, closing my jaw, or trying to.
