Page 3 of Hunted Mate (Stalked Mates #1)

He bumps his hips up against mine, settling the length of his cock deep inside me.

“I’m not the one getting fucked,” he reminds me. “You’re the one having her pussy used by a stranger, aren’t you?”

He draws slowly out of me and thrusts back in firmly. “You’re the one who is wet for the fucking she says she doesn’t want.”

I never said I didn’t want it, but I am not going to correct him on that. I stop thinking and just start feeling. I hold onto his tattooed biceps for stability as he keeps fucking me with those long, slow strokes. He smells like animal sex, and now so do I.

But his words rankle. He’s doing this to try to stop me from my mission, and I won’t be stopped.

I don’t see how the hell this was ever going to make me not do what I want.

I am experiencing repeated pulses of pleasure that run through my entire body, making every bit of me tingle.

I always assumed sex would be good, but I never knew it would be this good.

Even the initial pain I felt when he pushed inside me has somehow become part of the goodness.

There’s not really pain anymore. There’s just all the feelings and they’re getting more and more intense every time his thick, hot cock slides inside me and my clit grinds back against his pubic bone.

Pressed against the door, I writhe on him, every little bit of movement helping me feel even better.

“You can’t stop me with sex.”

“I can dominate your little fucking holes,” he growls in my ear, making me clench tight around his cock, proving him right in the moment. “And I can teach you a lesson about sticking your nose in where it doesn’t belong.”

He fucks me long and hard up against the office door, gripping my bare ass in both hands to keep me in place and angle my hips so I can take his cock properly.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me? Are you going to stop looking into these silly stories?”

“No,” I moan.

“Fuck,” he grunts.

He pulls out before I can come, and before he can.

The cry I let out is louder than the one I emitted when he first entered me. I feel empty and bereft. I am dripping with desire. I want him to finish what he started. But I can’t exactly ask, can I? He was ravaging me, he was taking me against my will. If I ask him to keep fucking me, then I’m…

“I’m not going to let you come on my cock if you won’t do as you’re told,” he says. “But I will teach you a lesson in doing as you’re told. That’s what you want to know about, isn’t it?”

“What do you mean?”

“You want to know how wolves live. Their rules. What their world is like.”

“Uhm. Yes.” I feel a bit ashamed admitting that, but I won’t lie. Obviously this man knows something. He’s trying to warn me off because he doesn’t want it getting out, fucking big muscly tattooed gatekeeper.

My eyes keep darting between the blue of his eyes behind his mask, and the thickness of his cock down below. He’s still so big and so hard. I can hardly believe he fit inside me. No wonder there is this hot ache between my legs.

“Hungry little thing,” he rumbles, sounding pleased.

He reaches out and pulls me up close to him again, letting me feel his cock against my pussy, but not giving me the satisfaction of being fucked again.

I hate that he’s trying to mess with me, forcing himself inside me, then making me crave his cock.

My pussy is already aching from his rutting, but I need more.

He looks down at me, his eyes making intense contact with mine.

“Do you want to know what wolves would do with you?”

“Yes,” I say. If he’s a source, and I think he is, then I want to get as much out of him as I can. If not his cum, a more mental load.

“I can tell you that a girl like you would be taken like the little bitch in heat she is. And I can tell you that your resistance to behaving would end up with you being whipped until you submitted.”

He stands back, whips the belt out of his jeans, loops it in his hands, and smacks it against his palm. It makes a whip-crack kind of sound and I flinch.

“You’re not going to use that on me.”

“Have you ever been spanked?”

“No. It’s barbaric.”

I wasn’t punished as a child. I was never badly behaved and my parents weren’t the sort to go around hitting their only daughter. Once they died, I was appointed a guardian, but they were indulgent and I was, well, deep in other problems.

“The creatures you’re trying to find are barbaric. They’re rough. They’re brutal. They don’t show mercy to those who don’t know how to get in line.”

He grips me by the back of the neck and marches me over to my desk, clearing it in one sweep of his massive arm, then bending me over it, holding me in place with his hand on my neck.

“I’m going to give you a taste of what being owned by a beast is really like. By the time I leave this office, you’re never going to want to expose yourself to wolves again. This story will be so distasteful to you that even seeing a puppy dog will make you run in the other direction.”

With that, he snaps the belt against my ass.

The leather hits my bare skin with a vicious slap that makes me gasp.

I feel an instant sting, then a flush of heat.

He does it again, harder the next time. Like he’s getting a sense for what I can take.

The third time is harder still, and that time I cry out, kicking my legs because my entire ass feels like it is on fire.

He shows no mercy, continually working the belt over my ass and up and down my thighs, over and over as I kick and wriggle and eventually start to beg and cry.

This isn’t like the sex, which only felt better the longer it went on. This is true punishment and it gets worse the longer it continues.

“I’m sorry. Please stop. Please, fuck, ouch, it hurts, please…”

“Of course it hurts, you spoiled little girl,” he says.

“The whole point is to make your ass hurt so you listen to me. This didn’t have to happen.

You could have avoided it just by saying yes when I asked you to leave this alone.

But you wanted to be rebellious. You wanted to be human and presumptuous.

You didn’t care that you were being given a chance to get away without pain. ”

He belts me several more times, a good half dozen swats landing on my ass and making tears spring to my eyes.

“Crying won’t help you,” he says. “If you’re going to insist on getting closer to wild things, you may as well get used to pain and punishment, because that is all that awaits you.”

The belt lands again, cracking with repetitive methodical repetition until I am sobbing over the few pages of research that got left on the desk when he cleared it off.

I don’t know how to make him stop. I’m not going to give up my research. It is my life’s purpose. Being beaten is bad, but it’s not as bad as losing my whole reason for being.

“Tell me you’re going to stop,” he insists.

“No!” I reply. I can’t say more than that. It’s hard to speak when you’re bawling your eyes out, when you feel like you’re losing every bit of control. But I won’t lose that. I won’t lose myself.

I hear him curse under his breath. He drops the belt and for a moment there is nothing but the soft sound of my sobs breaking the silence of the room. Then I feel his hand on my lower back, planting me firmly on the desk. One of his feet sweeps mine open. I am exposed. I am wet.

He thrusts his cock deep inside my pussy, fucking me harder than before, slamming home inside me time and time again until I am so sore that it feels as though my insides are being stretched impossibly wide around a cock that is somehow growing.

The pain from the belt is starting to melt in the heat of the sex.

This is truly magical and transformative, an experience that makes all the other feelings I was having suddenly seem like completely different feelings.

His cock makes my clit tingle. My clit makes my ass throb with hotness, takes that heat and turns it into wetness and desire.

I can feel my mind tingling along with the rest of me as I completely submit to the moment.

His cock feels bigger. And bigger. It feels better too, deeper, and harder and…

“Fuck,” he curses, almost like he’s done something he didn’t mean to. “Fuck.”

I feel him try to pull out, but he can’t. It’s like he’s too big.

“Looks like you are going to be taking a pussy full of cum,” he says, his breathing ragged, but his tone somewhat resigned, like he didn’t mean to do this, but now there’s no choice.

“No, don’t come inside me. I’m not on birth control. I’ve never had sex before.”

“Too late,” he growls, fastening his teeth on the back of my neck, holding me in place as he pushes deeper into me. I feel the roar of satisfaction resonating through my body, deep down my spine, and then he comes, his seed filling me up with every jerk of his hips.

I cry out as a little sliver of sense forces its way through my fuck-hazed mind.

“You idiot,” I gasp. “I can’t believe you did that. I can’t…”

“Shhh,” he says, pulling me back from the desk so he can get his fingers on my clit. His cock is still thick inside me as he starts playing with my clitoris, rubbing in firm circles that make my hips jerk and press back against him.

“That’s right,” he says. “You’re being bred, aren’t you? You wanted to be fucked and now you’ve been fucked properly, the way you deserve to be.”

I come.

I orgasm so hard I feel every major muscle group in my body shake and tremble uncontrollably.

If it weren’t for the desk, I’d fall over.

His fingers work my pussy like he knows my body intimately, like nothing about me is a mystery of any kind.

My body reacts like it knows him too, like he has the right to do this to me and not only is there nothing I can do about it, but there’s also nothing I want to do about it.

I just sink into his touch, submit to the pleasure he is giving me.

I writhe and wail and I let him force orgasm after orgasm through me, because he is not done with the first one.

As soon as I have stopped shaking from the first, he spanks my pussy and then starts stimulating me all over again, pushing his cock deeper inside me, reminding me that I am filled with his seed and being claimed so fucking completely I don’t think any other man will ever compare.

It takes a few minutes for me to recover my senses, and for him to slide out of me, leaving my pussy empty and dripping his cum. I can’t believe he fucking did that.

He bred me.

He didn’t just have sex with me. He… I can’t even think about it. I do some quick math and figure it’s probably okay, but still. Fuck.

I push myself up from my desk, my ass and pussy both aching. I am trembling from the aftermath of the intensity of the experience, dizzy, weak, but also ready to assert myself, because everything that just happened, happened for one reason: to break me.

Orgasm breaks the spell, I learn.

I have a kind of clarity that leaves me cold, concerned, and absolutely horrified as to what I just let myself do. I point at the door, my finger shaking slightly.

“Get out of my office. Now.”

“Drop the story, Calista, or I will be back, and you’ll be bred again.”

“Get out.”

He leaves. I’m almost surprised that he goes so easily. Surprised, or sad. Hard to say. I don’t want to want him, but apparently my instincts and desires are diverging aggressively

I sit down at my desk, then stand up again swiftly as my ass ignites with sting and pain.

“Fuck!” I curse to myself, thoroughly annoyed and still kind of turned on.

“ Fuck! ”