Page 36 of Hunted Mate (Stalked Mates #1)

Ellie

What an absolute fucking mess. I knew my brothers might get a little rough with him, but I thought that would be an advantage.

I thought he’d be outnumbered and do what we said.

In under a minute, the entire interior of the cabin has been smashed to pieces by their fighting.

We don’t have much, and what we do have, we need to preserve.

They are fighting viciously, their snarls and growls almost deafening me along with the sounds of furniture being splintered.

This fucking guy.

All he needs to do is make a fucking call.

Why can’t he just make a fucking call?

I know how to stop this fight. It’s not going to be pleasant, but they’ve brought it on themselves. I grab a bucket, dip it into the nearby river, and then I dump the full contents of a bottle of colloidal silver into a bucket of water and throw it at them.

It splashes across all four, which isn’t difficult because they’re in a vicious roiling dog pile.

As the silver hits, it splashes across their fur and knocks them out of their transformation.

Four wolves turn into four men. Tate is still latched onto Karl’s neck.

The other two are writhing around on the floor in something like pain.

Silver burns deep, but the transformation saved them from the worst of it.

It hit their wolf hides and as they shifted back to human, they were spared the pain.

Karl’s not as wounded as he was. Transformation took care of that, too. There’s a bit of blood where the bullet ripped through his body, and some surface scarring that will heal up over time, but for the most part he is healed.

“Get up!” I yell at them. “This is pathetic.”

My brothers look shocked. “Get into the other house. Get dressed. Leave us alone. I am going to deal with this one the way he deserves to be dealt with.”

They slink away, shamed and warned by the intensity of my tone.

I understand that they were trying to protect me, but they’ve achieved absolutely nothing besides breaking the last of what we had.

This is the problem with men when they lose their tempers.

They don’t think about the bigger picture.

All they care about is killing the thing they’re angry at.

Karl is left behind, panting, naked, exhausted, slightly bloodied, and scarred. He looks hot, but I’m not going to allow myself to be distracted right now.

“If you’re going to be useless to us, you can run back to New Orleans, back to your big empty house and the humans you kill because you’re too weak to run a pack,” I snap. “You can leave us here, and we’ll defend ourselves.”

“I’m not leaving you. You could be carrying my child.”

“If I am, I won’t be for long.”

His eyes go hollow at that. He reaches for me, grabs me by the arm and yanks me close. “You’re going to have my baby, Ellie. That’s the deal.”

“It’s the deal if you save the forest.”

“I am going to.”

“You’re going to fight every person who comes here individually?”

“That’s how a pack defends its territory, sweetheart.”

He closes the space between us even more, pulling me hard against his body. “I’m about to make damn fucking sure there’s more than a forest to defend, too. I’m going to make you the mother of my pups.”

I’m glad I sent my brothers away. The energy in the room is still high, but it’s another kind of energy entirely.

“Keep it down,” I say. “Sound travels out here. Nobody needs to hear you speaking to me that way.”

“Doesn’t matter. They’re going to hear you screaming when you come anyway.”

I slap him. Not as hard as I should. Not nearly as hard as he deserves. He catches my hand, but only after I’ve already whacked him across the face.

He grins. There’s blood in his teeth from the shifting and the fighting and the general fuckery. It should put me off, but there’s something wild about him and this, the passion of it all that makes me feel aroused as hell.

“I just wanted you to call someone and shift some land around,” I complain. “Why are you making everything violent and sexy?”

“That’s not how the world works.”

“It is when there’s money involved.”

“You’re really just asking for a few million dollars, aren’t you,” he laughs, yanking my pants down in one motion.

I don’t fight him. I’m not immune to this energy, to his raw dominance and to my own fucking need.

Karl picks me up, perches me on the windowsill because there’s no other furniture left in the place, and he fucks me hard from the very first thrust, his cock spreading me open wide and driving deep inside me.

One hand is on the back of my neck, gripping my hair, and the other is on my hip, keeping me in place.

I think he’s just going to fuck me like this, knot inside me, fill me with his seed.

The idea makes my pussy clench tight around him.

I might tell him that I don’t want his come or his baby, but every instinct in my body tells me otherwise.

I want this. I crave this. I am so damn wet I can’t help myself right now.

I am close to coming just from these rough, rutting thrusts and the knowledge that I am being bred.

He grinds hard against me, his pubic bone stimulating my hungry clit until I wail in orgasm. I assume he’ll knot and come too, but instead he pulls out of me while my pussy is still clenching his cock, trying to milk his seed deep inside me.

“On your knees.”

“No.”

He looks at me like he expects to be obeyed, but I don’t owe him that. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

I am slightly silly from coming. I could be softer in this moment, more obedient. But no man has ever put me on my knees and I don’t intend to start now.

Karl pulls me from the ledge and puts me physically into position.

He pushes me down to my knees and fists his hand in my hair to keep me in place.

There’s no escaping this grip. I could try to wriggle out of it, but he’d have me back on the floor in an instant if he wanted it.

It’s not fair how much stronger he is and how little control I have when he’s got a hold of me.

He stands in front of me, his rock-hard cock pointing straight at my face. It’s a monster, like the rest of him, pulsing with the desire to be back inside me.

“Open for me.”

I refuse. His grip gets tighter. He pulls me forward and rubs the underside of his head across my lips.

“Open for me,” he repeats, his tone more cajoling than a blunt order.

I can smell his arousal, the hard flesh of his cock hot and smooth against my mouth. Some part of my mind tells me there’s no point resisting, that he’s going to have his way with me. But there’s another part that demands resistance, and that only makes it hotter.

He drops his cock and uses that free hand to pinch my nose. I part my lips to breathe and the head of his cock is inside my mouth in an instant.

“Good girl,” he praises, like I did something good of my own free will, like he didn’t just force the rough thickness of his cock inside me.

He makes a groan of pleasure as his cock slides between my lips, the underside running over my tongue. I taste his precum, the salty tang of his desire and the promise of a much bigger load to come.

He fucks my mouth a few times, holding the back of my head, keeping me in place, on my knees as he uses me.

“Good girl. You’re going to let me fuck this little mouth of yours and you’re not going to…”

My jaw was already tightening when he started to lecture me.

“Bite,” he says. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

But I always fucking dare.

My teeth come down—not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to remind him that he’s sticking his dick in the wrong hole of a very wild thing.

“Bad girl,” he says, grabbing me harder by the back of the neck, fingers like pincers as he draws me off his cock. It comes out wet and hard and gleaming, two little indentations from my top teeth visible on his shaft. “You just can’t behave yourself, can you?” He sounds a little incredulous.

I shake my head, trying not to laugh in his face.

“There are tools to make you keep your mouth open. Is that what you want me to use? You want a ring gag put in every time I want to use you?”

“No,” I whimper.

“You want me to pin you down, whip your ass red, then make it so you can’t speak or move, and all you can do is take my cock down your throat?”

He pulls me up against his body and smacks my ass with his free hand hard enough to make me yelp involuntarily. “Is that what you want? Want me to break you on my cock?”

“No,” I moan, my pussy getting so fucking wet. I don’t want what he’s suggesting. Not even a little bit. I am blushing brutally hot just imagining the level of humiliation.

“Then you’re going to get back down on your knees, and you’re going to suck my cock like a good girl,” he says, his voice rough yet quiet.

I don’t fucking think so.

“Be a good girl for me,” he purrs. “Don’t make me hurt you, baby. Let me show you how good it can feel to let someone else take charge of you for once.”

He slides his hand back into my hair and draws me down again. All I have to do is follow his lead and his energy. Obedience is easier than making decisions, and it’s easier than fighting.

“Such a good girl,” he purrs, his voice uncharacteristically soft and yet rough. “You’re being so good for me.”

I am on my knees. One of his hands remains in my hair.

The other moves around to cup my chin. His thumb sits lightly on my lower lip and gently hinges my mouth open.

I let him do it. I am caught in some kind of spell, curious and soft and aroused and trying something different for once.

I leave my lips parted as his hand moves to the thick rod of his erect cock and he slowly guides it to my lips.

The feeling that sweeps through my body when his cock slides into my mouth is like no other, a full body shiver of submissive delight made all the more intense for how hard I fought it.

He looks down at me, his one good eye seeing more of me than most men ever manage to see me. He keeps me in place and pumps his cock between my lips, ensuring I take the full length of him all the way to the back of my throat.

He fucks my mouth slowly, deeply, his eyes locked on mine with so much intensity I can feel my body tingling and reacting just to his expression.

I thought I would hate this. I thought it would be nothing but a rough humiliation.

But he is being surprisingly tender and completely dominant and I am starting to understand what it feels like to just relax and let him take his pleasure.

“You feel so good,” he purrs softly as his cock slides out almost all the way, then surges back inside in a long, slow stroke. “You’re making me feel so good, baby. You’re being so good.”

Karl never praises anyone. I’ve seen him be rough, violent, terrible, cruel—awful in a myriad of ways. It’s mad that this is the time he has felt the most tender and the most loving, forcing me onto my knees and using my mouth.

He starts fucking a little faster, keeping that hand in my hair and ensuring I don’t move out of place as he gets closer and closer to climax. I find my hand sliding down between my thighs, my fingers finding the sensitive little bud of my already-fucked pussy and playing with myself.

“Yes, touch yourself,” he encourages me. “Suck my cock and rub your greedy little clit.”

I can hear the tension in his voice as he tries to hold back from knotting.

When he can no longer hold his body in check, he pulls free, fists his cock above the swelling knot, and comes on my body, spreading his hot seed across my chest in spurts and ropes of release.

He keeps me there for a few minutes after, just holding me as he catches his breath and comes back to his senses. He drops his head down to mine and kisses me deeply, then stands back up, his mind back online after his orgasm.

“You might have been running this little outfit for a while, but you are not in charge of me, do you understand?”

He growls the words at me, taking my burden with them. My breath hitches because I don’t dare to hope that he means what he actually says.

“You’re mine, and this fucking forest is mine, and anything else you might ever want is mine,” he says. “So do as you’re damn well told and stop worrying about it.”

“But we need the title to the forest. We need to own the land.”

“Don’t worry. I’m going to take care of it.”

“But how? Rainer Katsoff owns all the land around here. And he’s not going to stop cutting. He’s been cutting for months now. The forest is already almost gone. What’s left is…”

He kisses me again, cutting my concerns off. “This sounds like worry,” he says. “And I can promise you, there’s no need to worry anymore, alright? I’m going to take care of it. I promise.”

He’s an asshole, a monster. He’s a brute. He’s so many things no good man could ever be, but I find myself trusting him in spite of all of it.