Page 21 of Ruthlessly Mated (Shared Mates #2)

“I’m not giving up fifty million because of a little siege,” she says. “You can all run off, probably get taken out by the snipers they’ll have stationed. We have to stay here and ride it out. The truck is armored. We could probably drive it through a barricade if we had to.”

“Of course that’s what you want to do. Drive a truck through a barricade, going from a hostile city into the arms of an even more hostile army.

We need to get out of here tonight. If you have to take the heart with you, fine.

I assume there’s some way to get it out of the explosive block, otherwise it would be impossible to sell it to the buyer? ”

“Well. Yes. But only I know how, and I’m not telling.”

“You are telling, or I will become your worst nightmare,” Conroy snarls.

“You’re already my worst nightmare. A bossy asshole with no instinct for profit.”

“The insurance on the port should pay out soon,” I say, interrupting in the hopes that they can be distracted. “We can find somewhere nice. A house in the country. Somewhere with rolling hills and open fields. Somewhere with a little school close by.”

Conroy is looking at me as if my head just fell off.

“Where do you want to raise pups, then?”

“The port, or my home den,” he says. “I don’t like the countryside. It’s full of bugs.”

“It’s also full of rabbits, and generally absent of the sorts of vampire predators and insane humans with silver coming out of their ears we’re currently dealing with.

Your home den is in Borough City. Surrounded by people.

After this? I want to stay away from humans of all kinds. They’re nothing but trouble.”

“Well, I am selling my ancient vampire maker heart and buying a house in the royal quarter of Eclipse City,” Kita repeats. “I don’t really care what the rest of you do.”

I find a flash of irritation beginning to grow in me. I know she is winding us up, but I also think she is lying to herself. Conroy can’t be left to handle her entirely on his own. She needs to know that we are presenting a united front on this, and every matter.

Kita

“Now listen here, you little shit,” Tailor growls at me, shocking me a little because he’s usually so calm and refined. “We are all in this together. There is no us and you anymore. There is all of us. The four of us. The sooner you understand that, the better.”

I give a little shrug, feigning nonchalance. “I don’t really work in teams, guys. Cool that you all ran a shitty illegal port together, but I’m the sort of woman who makes her own way in the world.”

“You have been claimed,” Conroy reminds me. “You’re ours, and your body knows it, no matter what foolishness you might want to emit from your mouth.”

My pussy is still aching from the thickness of his knot, and I know his cum is inside me, probably sparking life.

I am being bred, over and over, but I don’t want to think about it, or admit it to myself.

When he’s fucking me, I sink into the animal moment of it.

I take his cock, and I don’t think. It’s the only time he’s bearable.

Conroy is an absolute asshole. He’s overbearing, he’s bossy, he thinks he owns me just because nature made him bigger than me and because he’s dominant with everyone.

I kind of want to fight him. Maybe once I get Alexander’s maker’s heart sold, I’ll find some artifact relevant to him and steal that.

Right now, my vengeance is coming in the form of theft and profit.

I thought Tailor was cooler, but now I am starting to wonder if he is just quieter. He backs Conroy up on everything, always taking his side.

“Sex doesn’t mean I owe you anything. It just means you fucked me a few times. So fucking what. It doesn’t matter. If I gave myself to every guy who pinned me down and fucked me, I’d…”

“You were a virgin when Conroy claimed you,” he reminds me, bursting my bravado. “Stop acting like this. I’m starting to want to spank you myself, and I know your ass is probably sore.”

“Fuck her,” Conroy growls. “She needs a good long claiming to teach her.”

“Maybe I will,” he says.

I squeak and try to put some distance between myself and him, but Tailor has me by the scruff of my neck and he’s bending me back over the kitchen table that is getting used to fuck me over more than it is to eat off.

I curse and squirm and tell him I hate him, but that’s basically foreplay at this point.

All he does is swat my ass hard and tell me to behave myself as he lowers my pants and underwear again, baring my ass.

“Look at you,” he says, his slightly refined tones holding something like disappointment. “Pussy dripping with your alpha’s seed, bottom bright red from recent punishment, and still you can’t manage to muster anything approximating obedience, let alone politeness.”

I hear him rustling as he frees his cock. “Let me see if I cannot aid in the art of adjusting your attitude,” he says. “You feisty little brat.”

He pushes straight inside me, using Conroy’s cum as lubricant, and I moan as I am filled all the way up.

It feels so fucking good. It feels so fucking right.

In this cozy little kitchen in the middle of a hostile city, surrounded by my mates, I am being taken to task, and though I’d never admit it, not even under torture by Alexander himself, I am loving absolutely every moment of it.

I am soaking wet and I am sore, and for some reason the sorer I get, the better it feels and the wetter I get.

“You’re not going to be running off on your own,” he lectures, spanking my ass hard. “I’ve given my best efforts in trying to stay on your side, but you insist on making it absolutely impossible to argue for you.”

I don’t know how he sounds so steady while he’s fucking me. I can barely form a thought, let alone a word, but he is flexing his hips and arching his cock deep inside me over and over again, filling my pussy in what feels like a different way every time.

“You’re going to behave. You’re going to learn what it means to be our mate. You’re going to do as you’re told. And you’re going to treat us as though we matter, because we do.”

“I saved your stupid life,” I grunt, managing to put a fragment of a sentence together after all.

“Yes. You did. And this is how I am going to reward you.”

He pulls out of my pussy, slides his hand up between my thighs, and swipes his fingers hard across my tender lips in a sharp slap.

“Ow!” I gasp, jumping in place, making a sound of shock as well as pain. Of all the things I expected him to do, that’s the least of it.

Damon is there in a heartbeat, holding me down by the arms, keeping me in place for this terrible punishment. I give him a betrayed look, but he just smirks and winks at me, as if this is something he’s doing for me, a favor. His grip is firm rather than rough, but there’s no escaping it.

“Ow!” I continue to gasp as Tailor, the gentle, refined, kind mate I imagined might be on my side, spanks my pussy as if she owes him money, slapping my already well-fucked lower lips over and over until I am wailing and whimpering, feeling actually punished instead of just mated.

“Yes,” he says. “Ow. You deserve some pain. You’ve behaved badly, and not just in the way you were behaving badly before we met.

Now you’re starting to behave badly in a way that includes us, affects us, gets us hurt.

You came back after the vampire attacked, and that was to your credit, but barely.

You only get so much approval for not leaving us to die. ”

He spanks my pussy again, and again, until guilt and sex become so inextricably intertwined I can’t help but respond with tears of near orgasmic shame.

“You should have told us what was in the truck. We’re entitled to know what we’re tangled up in. From now on, you’ll be honest about everything, or you will pay for it with this sweet little ass and cunt. Understand?”

I make a noise that might be agreement, or just a whimper of sodden pain, and he slides his cock back inside me, my aching pussy reacting with another flood of arousal.

I shouldn’t like this. I should hate every moment of it.

I should be crying. I think I am crying.

But I am also getting ever closer to orgasm.

He ruts and knots me to his own climax within a few dozen strokes, fucking me like it’s almost business he’s conducting with a naughty mate who just needs her pussy bred. I feel waves of alternating shame and humiliation washing through me.

He rubs my back as I squirm on his knot, doing nothing to give me an orgasm, but making sure his cock stays deep inside me, and his seed as well.

Damon’s hands slide from my wrists, one of them pats my cheek gently before he gets up and goes back to the dishes.

Conroy has not moved throughout these proceedings, watching me be pussy spanked and bred with an expression I can only describe as satisfied.

I don’t get to come, and I don’t get to feel better either. As Tailor slides out of me, I feel a rush of hot seed sliding out of my ravaged pussy, and an internal ache that I know will last for hours, if not days.

Conroy’s punishments always make me feel sore, but satisfied. Tailor has made sure I don’t get relief or release. He’s left me feeling every bit of the punishment, and the guilt that comes from realizing I probably did actually deserve it. It sucks to be wrong.

“Come here,” Tailor says, his tone gentler as he helps me up. I try to hide my face from him, but he won’t let me. He turns me toward him, angling my face with two fingers on my chin.

“Stop it,” I mumble.

“I won’t stop it,” he says firmly. “Look at me and tell me how you’re feeling. I want to know what you’re thinking too.”

I don’t want to say. It’s all so awful and so muddled and I am feeling very sore and very sorry for myself.

I squirm away from him, but he pulls me gently back.

“Tell me,” he says firmly.

He won’t let me get away. Won’t let me evade. And I’d usually become very terrible at a time like this, act out and fuck something up, but I’m too sore to do that.

“Kita. Talk to me,” he says. “Come on.”

I start crying again. Harder than before, and without any of the pleasure of being fucked at the same time. I hate this. I want to be strong. I want to be untouchable. I’d rather drive that truck through a thousand enemies than face my own mate right now.

“Shhh,” he says, soothing me with a snug hug.

“You should get a different mate,” I sob. “I’m not good. I do bad things all the time. I only do bad things. Exclusively terrible stuff.”

He holds me close, my head on his shoulder, my tears leaking onto his shirt. His arms are wrapped firmly around me, keeping me in place and giving me a deep sense of comfort.

“Whatever you’ve done is not the same as whoever you’re going to be in times to come,” he says.

“It’s possible to turn over a new leaf, and that’s what you’re going to do.

You’re going to be a good girl for us, because we are going to make sure you are.

What you’re feeling now is discipline. It doesn’t always feel good, but it’s necessary. ”

I hide my face in his chest and I ensure I say nothing else, because everything feels like a damning confession.

Tailor

She’s actually taken her punishment rather well.

I’m quite proud of her. I’m quite proud of myself too, and in a far better mood now that I have finally mated her.

She felt like perfection when she was wrapped around my cock, every bit of her body responding to me, her wet and warm walls clasping at me with animal desperation.

If I was worried about being left on the outside, I’m not anymore. She’s made for me, and I know it.

“You’re being a good girl,” I assure her, rubbing her back in slow circles. “I know it didn’t feel like it, but you’ve done such a good job taking your punishment. And I know you’re going to learn your lesson, even if it takes a few tries. This is new, and you’re adjusting.”

She is so adorable when she sobs. I shouldn’t take as much satisfaction and enjoyment in it, I suppose, but feeling her quivering pussy tight around my knot while she shook with well-deserved contrition was a sexual memory I will cherish for a very long time.

Damon extends his arms, as if asking for her. I relinquish her into his care and watch as he carries her away like a bride being taken over the threshold. She seems grateful for his interference. She doesn’t know him terribly well yet. His silence is covering for myriad sins.

He takes her back to the bedroom, and a few minutes later, Conroy and I hear moans issuing from that little room. Curious, the pair of us get up and look in, not to interrupt, but to see. We might both have bred her in rapid succession, but we’d not miss the sight of her third mating.

Damon is coiled around Kita, his cock deep inside her.

Her pale thighs are spread for his dick, his hand is over her mouth, keeping her quiet.

Her pussy is quite red and swollen from previous punishments and breedings, and I’m sure it aches from taking two thick knots inside one after the other, but she’s not fighting him the way she always fights Conroy, and she hasn’t been punished in the same way I punished her, but she seems settled with him in a way she is not settled with either of us.

Damon may not know what to say, but he always seems to know what to do.

“How does he do that?” Conroy mutters.

“He doesn’t argue with her. He just gives her what she needs. He’s usually ahead of her somehow. He pays attention to things we don’t even seem to notice.”

“Alright,” Conroy growls. “He’s the best, is he?”

“Don’t be jealous, I am sure she enjoys cutting her teeth on you just as much as she likes gracefully submitting to him.”

Conroy grimaces at me. “Are you trying to annoy me?”

“Yes, because you need to loosen up. You’re not this much of an asshole.”

“Yes, I am.” He snorts. “And we just lost everything.”

He’s sore about watching the port burn. It has not been long since the whole debacle.

Two days is not enough time to come to terms with such a significant loss.

Our whole lives were tied up there. We were kings of that place.

I think that mattered more to Conroy than it did to me.

I’m already looking forward to what the future brings.

“Not everything,” I remind him. “There’s insurance from the port. There’s your family den. There’s the country house idea. We didn’t lose everything; we got a fresh start with a mate. There are so many possibilities for what’s coming.”

“We need to get out.”

“There is no out. Not with the truck, and not without it. Even if we were to sneak out using something like a sewer or something equally disgusting, it would be foolish to think those exits aren’t under surveillance.”