Page 78 of Mated By the Pack
I don’t start talking. I start babbling. Rambling as I recount every interaction with Silas, The Aether, and what I’ve been told. Caleb doesn’t whip me. He just lets me talk. It feels like a confession, a weight lifted, and a strange sense of peace, all tangled into my whimpered words.
“And the last time I went there, he said our connection isn’t just because of The Aether. I healed you. That’s why you have my scent. Why… I feel the things I do. But Silas said our connection is because of something ancient. That’s all I know, I swear.”
“Fuck,” Caleb mutters, dropping the leather he’s holding. “After all this time, I have to admit Vance was right. That the fucking plantsaretalking to him.”
I almost laugh, but keep it contained. There’s some humor in that, but I’m not sure if Caleb sees it.
“I’m not sure why Vance can hear it. Maybe because he listens,” I say. “Silas said a lot of voices scream from The Tangle, but most are never heard.”
“And The Tangle is an extension of The Aether,” Caleb sighs. “Literally, just a bunch of lost souls that can’t move on. Some of them could be our brothers and sisters.”
“But it can be healed. The Aether. The Tangle. Everything.” I swallow hard and look back. “The pack won’t just survive and grow. Your descendants will rewrite the blueprint in the fabric of creation. It’ll include all living beings. Allow them all to find peace and be able to move on when their time is up.”
“And Silas?” Caleb growls. “Will he be able to move on, or will he just be stuck in The Aether for forever?”
“Eventually. I hope.” I shake my head. “I’m not sure. The Aether is too broken for him to move on right now. But if it’s healed… maybe they can all move on.”
“You should have never kept this from us,” he says, squeezing my ass and rubbing a thumb across my bottom hole. “I’m going to make sure you remember that.”
A drop of saliva lands. It makes me flinch and tense up. Caleb smears it, working a finger past the tight ring, and plunging it deeper. My walls tighten on him, but he pumps it into me. I don’t have to ask why. I already know what he’s going to do. Even worse, my body reacts to it, sending another trickle down my thigh. Caleb rubs his cock in my juices, dragging the thick flesh through my folds, and then I feel it pushing between my spanked cheeks.
“None of my brothers have claimed this for our pack, have they?” he grunts, teasing and threatening me with the head of his cock.
“No,” I answer, whimpering a little as I feel him pushing in.
“Good,” he growls, stretching the tight ring. “They may all want to claim it after they get back and find out what you’ve done.”
“Caleb… ow…” I whine.
“I won’t make this as punishing as I could,” he says, slapping my ass hard enough to make me jerk. “If you were just a fuck instead of my mate, I would make this a lot harsher, so you wouldreallylearn your lesson.”
“I’ve learned my lesson,” I groan as he pushes deeper and gives me a few shallow thrusts. “I swear I have.”
“We’ll see about that,” he says, pulling back for another thrust.
I can feel my walls stretching, protesting, and clenching. Caleb’s fingers dig into my waist, getting a good grip before he drives himself deeper into my untouched depths.
“This won’t even make a baby,” I mutter, and get a harder thrust that makes me squeal.
“If it’s like you said, and you’ve healed us, then that won’t be an issue,” Caleb grunts, pushing so deep I can feel his hips against my ass. “We’ll breed you in no time.”
I whimper as he pulls back and drives his cock into me again. All I can do is take it. Every gentle thrust that makes me think he might have forgiven me. Every harder thrust that confirms he’s still got some anger left inside him because I wasn’t upfront about my dreams.
“Ah… oh… Ah!” I cry out, starting to get some pleasure from the softer thrusts.
“You like this, don’t you?” Caleb snarls, sinking several soft thrusts into my bottom hole. “Nice and slow. Makes you tingle, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I mewl. “It feels… good.”
“This is what I like,” he says, giving me twice as many of the harder ones. “I like to feel those quivers.”
I clench my jaw and endure the harder ones, suddenly aware of the way they make me quiver. Aware of how they make him throb. He mixes it up, alternating between softer and harder ones, keeping me on edge so I never know what I’m getting next. The pleasure blossoms into a whimpering cry, and then I feel my body reacting to the harder thrusts, too.
“Oh, you like this too, huh?” he chuckles. “I guess you are my mate.”
“I am!” I squeal.
“Not much of a punishment now, is it?” he asks, hammering his cock into me.
