Page 2 of Bred Mate (Stalked Mates #2)

A motorcycle comes weaving through the traffic and roars up beside me. I’m still hoping that’s a coincidence, and then the passenger side window bursts into a million pieces. A bullet makes the stuffing of the seat next to me turn to airborne foam.

Shooting his own car. Interesting move. Crazy move.

I know it’s him. Can’t see his face under the helmet, don’t know his license plates, but I know in my gut that he’s following me. I’m in his car too, so odds are he’s going to know how to track it. It’s probably got a tag on it.

I thought I was being smart, but I was actually being stupid as hell. I’m now trapped inside a metal box that I can’t really get out of in this evening traffic. The roads aren’t super busy, but they’re far from empty and I can only imagine how many hundreds of eyes are on this crime.

A sane person wouldn’t want to draw police attention, though judging by what I just saw in that bar, I don’t think this man much cares about the cops, or being sane.

I press the accelerator toward the floor and the whole beast leaps forward, throwing me back into my seat and leaving him in the dust.

I drive like my life depends on it, my animal instincts taking over. I want to get out of this built-up area. Ideally, I want to get onto an open rural road where I can really make this beast of a car do everything it is capable of in order to help me escape.

I manage to find LA-23 out of town and then head out into what turns out to be a series of dead ends that terminate in a lot of water that I definitely can’t drive in. I try my best to turn and reverse, but in the end I find myself cut off with a gun trained on me through the windshield.

These could be the last seconds of my life, and that pisses me off.

“Fucking kill me then!”

I gun the car straight at my stalker. He jumps off his bike at the very last minute and both the bike, and the car with it, head straight into the water at high speed.

I wasn’t thinking. I was panicking, and as the water starts to rise up the sides of the car and I realize I can’t open the fucking door, I start to panic even worse.

I don’t want to fucking die here. I have to survive. I am far too busy to die.

That’s not stopping the water bubbling up to my windows though, as the car swiftly heads to the depths of what have to be reptile- and snake-infested waters. There is danger all around me, and I find myself hopelessly paralyzed in the midst of it all.

My killer comes in through the window, holding a knife. He cuts my seatbelt and drags me out of the vehicle, pulling me to the shore as I struggle against the water, and against him.

He drops me on the ground and stands over me. We are both panting. Me more than him.

I can’t believe I’m alive. I can’t believe he didn’t just leave me to die. That’s what he was trying to do, right? He wanted me dead. What the hell is happening?

I roll over onto my back and look up at him. He’s staring down at me with piercing eyes, his jaw muscles flexing as he clenches and unclenches. He looks furious.

“Why?” I rasp the word out. I got some water in me on the way up from trying to scream while I was being rescued or murdered. I don’t know which was happening. I still don’t.

“I could ask the same fucking question,” he says. “Try to take me out, end up totaling my bike and my car?”

“You were going to kill me.”

He shakes his head swiftly, but not really in a way that implies he’s denying it. More in a I cannot believe this shit sort of way.

“I was just going to kill you,” he says. “But now I think I need to teach you a lesson first.”

He whips his belt off, and I ready myself to fight for my life again.

He grabs me up by my sodden jacket and throws me face down over a barrel. One of his palms presses firmly against my lower back, keeping me in place as he lashes the leather of his thick belt across my wet ass.

The snap of the belt is loud and the sensation stings immediately, bursting across my skin in a wash of tingles that don’t stop in my ass, but find the pathways of my nerves and run all the way down to my toes, and out to my fingertips.

I buck upward, but his hand moves from my back to the back of my neck.

“Stay fucking still,” he growls at me, lashing the belt against my ass over and over again. “You think there’re no consequences to fighting back? You’re wrong.”

“I should have lay down and died for you? That would have been more convenient?”

“That’s what happens to prey, sweetheart,” he snaps.

I knew the new alpha of New Orleans was a piece of work.

There have been tremors of fear passing through the night for a while now.

Usually when an old alpha dies or retires, there are ceremonies.

There’s a chance for the packs to meet them and to come to terms with the new alpha.

That hasn’t happened. The man currently beating the shit out of my ass isn’t cut out for the job.

He’s not an alpha. He’s a thug. Worse than a thug. He’s more like an executioner.

I shouldn’t like rough handling. I don’t like cruelty. I should fucking hate him. I do hate him.

But there’s something about being thrown around that’s exciting.

Something about someone with the nerve to lay a fucking hand on me and think they’re going to survive.

So I don’t fight quite as hard as I could.

I let him think I’m just another human girl who wandered into the wrong place at the wrong time and maybe took a lucky shot at his scarred face.

I start to feel excited in ways I haven’t felt in a long time. It’s arousal, and it’s fucked up because I think he still might fucking kill me, even though he’s taking his time about it and he definitely just saved my life.

I hear an animal growl behind me. He reaches around, yanks at the snap of my jeans hard enough to break it, and pulls them down to my thighs as far as they’ll go while wet and tight.

It’s enough, though.

Enough to give him access to the part of me he really wants.

I arch my hips, and I feel the thick rod of his rough, hard cock running along my slit, which is wet for reasons other than the bayou.

I guess I’m going to let him fuck me. I guess there’s not really a choice. The thick head of his cock is already pushing between my lower lips, driving inside me. There’s nothing gentle about the way he’s handling me. He’s not asking me. He’s just using me.

I let out an animal groan as I feel myself stretched wide, my pussy taking him because he’s giving me a rough fucking.

I know what he’s going to do. He’s going to knot in me, and if he does there will be truly no way to escape.

I’ll be stuck on his dick, taking his cum, and he’ll be able to kill me without me being able to do anything once that post-orgasm clarity hits and he remembers he’s a merciless fucking murderer.

Neither one of us is going to climax.

Karl

She’s tight. And she’s hot. And she owes me this pussy after taking two of my vehicles. I don’t know what I’m doing or thinking. I’m not really thinking at all. I’m just taking. I’m claiming.

I can feel my knot starting to thicken. She feels it too.

I hear her make an animal sound, a sort of growling yowl I didn’t think someone like her could make.

And then I feel her move underneath me. Not the soft, curvaceous undulation she can’t help.

Something else. Something bigger and darker and much more powerful.

The woman I am fucking. The human female I am teaching one last lesson turns into a wolf beneath me.

She shifts smoothly and swiftly. She’s practiced. And she’s furious.

Her teeth find my neck before I can get into my fur. I’m too busy being shocked by the fact that we somehow all missed the fact she’s a shifter.

While I’m busy being stupid and surprised, she bites down. Hard. Merciless.

She could rip my throat out in this instant.

She could kill me with a flick of her neck.

It would be that simple. But she doesn’t pull my jugular out and drop the blood supply out of me in an instant.

Instead, she bites just hard enough to let me know she could, to draw enough blood to slow me down and stop me following.

Then she’s gone, black fur fleeing into the night.

I am left bleeding on the ground, putting pressure on the wound on my neck so I don’t bleed out all at once.

It’s pretty wild. I might die if I don’t get help soon.

All the pressure in the world isn’t stopping the leaking.

I’m going to have to shift, heal, and take my human form again to call someone to come get me.

In the meantime, I am bleeding out on the side of a private dock out back of New Orleans, with both my vehicles trashed in the water beside me.

I am in fucking love.