Page 35 of Hunted Mate (Stalked Mates #1)

C allie

I am shaking slightly as Gray ushers me into the house and into the bedroom where we have some privacy.

I hate what that nasty old man said. I hate that he felt like he could say it.

He wasn’t afraid to disrespect the memory of my parents to my face.

After everything he saw, everything I did, everything I am, there wasn’t an ounce of real feeling or true respect in him for me.

And I know it’s not about me. I know it’s because he’s an asshole, but that doesn’t stop it from fucking hurting.

“I think I hate your dad.”

“Welcome to the family,” Gray says. “It’s pretty much a rite of passage.”

“Yeah,” I say.

I don’t feel good. I feel scared and I feel small.

I feel like I have all this power, but I’ve always had power, and I’ve never really wanted it.

I don’t know why it always comes to me. I don’t know why these things always seem to fall on my shoulders.

Why can’t someone else just be the scary full bore werewolf for once?

I can hear the men outside, enjoying themselves, and I can remember the way their energy felt when they came crawling toward me.

I felt powerful in the moment, but now? Now I just feel like I have a whole lot of burdens.

I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying to make enough pastry, and there’ll never be enough pastry, and people are mean, and, and… and I wish my parents were not dead.

Gray

Callie has had more than enough for one day.

Her lower lip quivers, then her face crumples, and then the tears she wants so badly not to cry come anyway. I draw her into my arms and hold her close, and let her be small again.

“You’re still my mate,” I remind her. “You may be rich. You may be powerful. But you are my little girl.”

She smiles, and I see eagerness of two kinds. One, she very much wants that to be true. Two, she’s not sure that it is. The effect of having almost a hundred people submit to her like she’s the most powerful creature in the universe is quite profound.

“I’ve still got you,” I tell her.

“I can put people in places of management for the pack,” she says. “I’m set up for a structural corporate takeover. I’m not worried about that. But I am worried that I might…”

“You’re worried I can’t contain you now you have so much power.”

“Yeah.”

I smile. “Sweetheart, I can handle you.”

She smiles, but I can see a certain amount of doubt in her eyes.

Callie

I needed to hear those words so fucking badly.

Since I was a teenager, I’ve been in charge of more things than I could begin to understand.

Finding myself as a terrible werewolf wasn’t really that surprising really.

It made sense to me that I’d end up with all the power for no good reason. That’s what always happens.

People think being really, really rich is a good thing, and they’re right, but it comes with responsibilities and fucked-up challenges that are constantly stressful.

I’m lucky that those who run the companies I own and otherwise advise me haven’t decided to take me for every dollar I have, because that could have happened all too easily.

Might still happen, I suppose, but I don’t think so. If anybody tries to financially fuck me over now, I can turn into a mythical creature and eat them. So I’ve got that going for me.

I feel Gray’s fingers on my chin, turning my face toward him.

“Come back here,” he says. “I don’t know what you’re thinking about, but you don’t need to be thinking right now.”

I look into his eyes and I remember how he was when I first met him as a strange, hot man in a wolf mask in my basement office. I looked into those eyes then, and I submitted to them even though it made absolutely no sense to.

Now, against all sense, I find myself submitting again.

“Ow!” I gasp as his hand lands hard against my ass.

“What was that for?” I whimper a little. I hadn’t even done anything. That’s not fair. I immediately start to pout as the sting sinks into my skin.

“Just to remind you that you’re still a human, and a pretty small and frail one at that,” he says.

“I know you have another form that makes you strong, but this one is the one you’ll spend most of your life in.

This is the one you’ll have your ass spanked in if you step out of line, and this is the one you’ll be bred in.

So don’t worry about me not being able to handle you.

Worry about your behavior, because now that there is so much more at stake, I have no intention of letting you get away with a damn thing. ”

“You couldn’t stop me,” I say, half-giggling and half-serious.

“Oh?” His brow lifts at me, and I get to feel that little spark of excitement that always accompanies being in the best kind of trouble.

He picks me up and tosses me down on the bed, and throws a bedside drawer open.

“What’s in there? Lube?”

Lube doesn’t generally jangle the way whatever he has in his hands. He’s wincing slightly, and I notice he reaches for a cloth to put between the object and his own skin.

“Put your hands above your head,” he says sternly.

I obey him, somewhat curious.

I see what he has now. Silver chains wrapped in some kind of velvet material.

“Don’t struggle when I put these on. Tell me if you want me to move them. I don’t want you to burn yourself.”

So this is actually dangerous, I suppose. But I trust him, with more than my life. I trust him with everything I am.

“What is it?”

“Silver,” he says. “It is one of the things werewolves are weak to, as you are well aware. It shouldn’t hurt, but it will weaken you. You won’t be getting up. You’ll be at my mercy.”

I feel a tingle of excitement at the prospect of helplessness. I haven’t felt helpless in a long time, and yet somehow I’ve always felt helpless. Vulnerability is the flame to which I am drawn, and the same flame that burns me. So I let him place silver over my upstretched arms.

The chains are wrapped in soft fabric to stop my skin from being burned, but they’re close enough to me that I can feel the wild animal thing settling inside me, withdrawing like waves on a beach when the tide is going out. It feels peaceful.

“Does that hurt?”

“No,” I say. “Feels nice. Kind of heavy.”

“Good. That’s what I want. I want you to know that you’re not beyond containment. I know you think you’re strong—and you are. But you still need to be aware that everything and everyone has their weak spots. All monsters can be beaten by the right hero. There are tales upon tales teaching us that.”

“Do you think I’m a monster?” My voice quavers a little as I ask the question.

“You’re my little monster,” he says. “And yes, I can and will dominate you. For both our enjoyment.”

And that’s exactly what he does.

With my hands pinned above my head, my power bound by silver, he spreads my legs and feasts between my thighs, hungry like the wolf he is.

His tongue is agile and insistent, his lips finding my clit and suckling on it enough to make my hips draw up with the pleasure of his mouth, seeking more stimulation.

“You’re mine,” he tells me. I don’t need the words, because I feel his ownership in every long, languorous lap of his tongue. The way he touches me, the way he looks at me, there’s no doubt that I am the sole object of his desire, not too much, not too little. I am his.

He takes me to the brink of climax with his tongue, then backs away, not giving me the satisfaction.

“Do you want something, little one?” He rumbles the question as I squirm my hips and try to move my arms. There’s no way to pull them out of the silver shackles, because the strength in my limbs truly does seem to have been sapped. He knows how to make me small again, physically and mentally.

“Let me come,” I moan as his fingertips dance lightly around my clit, not giving me the satisfaction of finding my bud.

“You’re going to come,” he says, a deep chuckle in his voice. “But you’ll do it when I tell you to, and not before.”

“Please,” I moan. “I’ve been so good.”

“When were you good, sweetheart? When you stole a car and menaced the local police?”

“I was so good at that,” I giggle. “But I mean the rest of it. I mean, I was good with your family…”

“When you called my father and taunted him until he showed up here with a small army?”

A sharp stinging slap lands on my pussy.

“When you ensured that the secret of your true nature became public, even common knowledge almost immediately?”

Another slap lands.

“When you ran your mouth and acted out and generally didn’t stop to let me catch up with you, and forced me to hunt you down?”

Two more slaps, both stinging against my wet, swollen pussy lips. The pain just makes me want it more, more spanking, more pain, more tongue, more cock, more everything.

“I’ll always hunt you down,” he says, finally letting me have some contact, lightly rubbing his fingers across my wet, aroused clit. “I’ll always find you. And when you’re a naughty girl, I’ll always punish you.”

Another several slaps dance over my slit and clit as I writhe in place, unable to escape either the silver chains or the whipping motion of his fingers.

“Please!” I moan.

“Please what?”

“Please let me…”

“Let you what?” He pushes the question, making me admit my desires.

“Please fuck me,” I whimper.

“Oh, I am going to fuck you,” Gray growls. “I’m going to do more than fuck you. I am going to breed you long and deep and hard, until you swell with my baby.”

“Yes, please,” I beg as his fingers drift lightly over my spanked pussy, teasing punished flesh with the promise of more pleasure, or pain if I am to disappoint him.

“You need to understand, Callie. You are my mate now, forever. Whatever you do, whatever you become, you belong to me.”

He speaks with such deep intensity, almost as though he is intoning vows.

“I will always come for you. I will always find you. And I will always handle you. Always.”

I squirm as his words sink into my mind by way of my body.

I feel his intentions and the truth of these words.

He was my stalker once, and now he is my mate.

He has brought the wildness out of me, but he has also tamed it.

There’s no escaping him, because he understands me in a way I have never been understood before.

He answered my prayers for a true beast. He showed himself to me.

And he was there after I discovered something even more wild than anybody dared imagine.

He’s still here now, wanting me, loving me, needing me. And now, breeding me.

With my arms trapped by silver, my legs held in the air and pressed back toward my shoulders, he finally plunges his cock deep inside me, spreading me open in one long, hard, satisfying thrust.

I make a long mewling sound as I take his rod, my body gripping him tightly as he starts to move inside me, fucking me deeply, making relentless eye contact with me as he starts to swiftly pound my pussy.

There is an edge of discipline to our lovemaking almost always, and it is here now too, as his hard cock rams deep inside my spanked sex.

I submit, because there is nothing to do but submit. I give myself to him, because he already owns me. Pleasure is coursing through me, and in this moment it is all that matters. My hips undulate in time with his thrusts, grinding hungrily through his conquest.

And then he is growing inside me, his cock stretching me wider and making me tighter, pushing me closer to the climax I now need more than I need to breathe.

“Good girl,” he growls, unexpected praise making me flush with heat. “You’re so good for me when I breed you, aren’t you? You take my cock so well, don’t you? And you’re going to take all my cum in this sweet, wet, bare pussy.”

He thrusts as deep as he can and my orgasm sparks as my clit grinds against his pubic bone, toes curling, mouth open in a primal wail as he breeds me deep, thick knot throbbing as he pumps his seed inside me.

I can feel life flowing inside me, new lives, new generations, a whole new future emerging from our rough tryst.

I am his.

Completely.

Forever.

The End