Page 26 of Ruthlessly Mated (Shared Mates #2)

His presence is intense and incredibly dominant.

So much so that it makes my stomach feel as though it is doing animal flips.

His bigness makes my smallness all the more obvious.

I feel as though I am begging for mercy I do not deserve, as if I am a tiny scrap of a creature who barely deserves to exist in his presence.

I snap out of my wolf shape in pure panic and start running.

“Come back here!” Conroy shouts out behind me, back in his human form as well.

I am so fucking embarrassed. He saw how small I was, and how submissive I was. He saw me…

“Come here, brat,” he says, grabbing me by the arm and swinging me around to face him.

I stop, panting with exhaustion. Shifting is hard work, and it has taken a lot of energy out of me after a very long day.

“You’re a cute little pup,” Conroy smiles. “I had no idea any female could be that adorable.”

“Shut your whore mouth,” I snap, deeply embarrassed.

He lifts his brows at me, and shakes his head. “I really thought you were a cute wolf, but you are an absolute hellion of a human. You’re getting spanked.”

“No! I’m not!”

“Yes, you are.” His hand claps hard against my ass, making my flesh tingle so intensely I let out a whimper.

“You don’t speak to me that way. I know you know how to show proper respect.

Trying to make up for being a sweet little pup when you’re in your wolf form by being completely out of control as a human won’t work. It will just make you sorry.”

Conroy kneels down, one of his legs up so his thigh is propped up horizontally, pins me over his knee and spanks me the same way he has before, but there’s a different edge now, and I kind of hate it because I know he’s seen me.

He knows that underneath this feisty exterior is a tail-wagging little wolf who practically pees herself if he so much as gets close.

“It’s okay,” he says, his hand on the back of my neck. “You can be my good little mate. You don’t have to keep proving that you’re a big scary bitch. I know what you… argh!”

His sentence ends as I sink my teeth into his exposed calf hard enough to leave a mark.

“I am a scary bitch,” I say as he hauls me up, staring into my face furiously. There is something very scary in his eyes right now. Like he didn’t expect me to do that, like he is considering intense and extreme ways of gaining my submission.

Tailor grabs me off him, physically hauling me away before Conroy unleashes a series of consequences on me that might change things forever.

“She’s trying to make up for it, you know she is,” he says, handing me off to Damon, and standing between me and the furious alpha. “We can’t treat her like she’s been raised well. She’s a feral little wretch in her human form even if she is a very good whelp in her wolf form. Calm. Down.”

Conroy takes a deep breath. “You’re right,” he says. “I lost my temper. I shouldn’t have done that. Gag her again.”

“No!” I gasp.

“I’m going to gag you,” Tailor says. “You know you’re not going to get away with biting the alpha, right? You have to know there will be punishment for that.”

“But I don’t want punishment,” I whimper. “I bit him because he said I’m not scary.”

“He said you don’t have to be scary,” Tailor says. “Now take the gag like a good little girl. Try and behave yourself, because you are in real trouble now.”

“I don’t wanna…” My complaint slides into silence as Tailor wraps silken fabric of a tie back around my head and mouth.

“What you want and what you don’t want doesn’t matter right now. Being good and submissive is what matters. He might take mercy on you if you behave yourself very well.”

I know that’s not true. I saw the look in Conroy’s eyes. I’ve crossed a line with him that I’m not coming back from easily.

I’m gagged. I’m spread out on my back. I’m positioned for fucking.

But it’s not my pussy Conroy goes for.

It’s a tighter, much more shameful hole.

“You are going to learn respect, Kita,” Conroy growls as he positions himself above me, his thick cock fisted in his big hand. The head is pulsing with intention as I look up at him with the panicked eyes of someone who knows she has really fucked up this time.

He runs the head of his cock over my pussy, gathering some of the traitorous wetness. Then he goes straight for my ass. No further warmup, just enough natural lubrication to ensure he doesn’t break me.

“This is what you need,” he declares as his cock sinks deep inside my ass, claiming every inch of my lewdly stretched rear. “I will fuck your asshole as many times as I need to, to teach you submission in this human form of yours.”

I can’t answer, and he knows it. He doesn’t really want to hear from me. He just wants to fuck me.

I grunt into the gag as he fucks me deep and hard, giving me a rough, punishing rutting that I know is going to leave me sore for quite some time.

It feels good, even though it shouldn’t.

My relationship to fear and pain and punishment started out twisted, and is only getting more twisted over time.

I protect my inner self. That little wolf they think is so cute only exists as she does because I, me, am this specific kind of terrible.

Conroy is still fucking my ass with hard, hip-snapping strokes, driving his cock deep inside me on every thrust, as if he can fuck the bad behavior out of me.

I cannot fight him. I wouldn’t even if I could. I take the fucking, the rough claiming of my ass.

“Don’t you ever use this mouth on my flesh in any aggressive way again,” he says, gripping my chin, delivering a lecture with his cock buried deep inside my ass.

“You’re lucky I am not fucking your mouth right now.

I should use your throat like I use your other holes, shouldn’t I?

Show you what brutal degradation awaits when you decide to act out?

I have been gentle with you, little one.

But I don’t have to keep being gentle. Or nice. ”

The fact that he probably thinks he is being nice right now is deeply ironic. He thinks this gagged ass-fucking is a mercy. I guess it is. The gag means I can’t get myself into trouble in the usual ways.

He starts rubbing and slapping my empty pussy. I am wet. Shamefully so.

“Look at this,” he growls. “Look at this wet pussy, just begging to be bred by her alpha. Your body knows what you are, Kita. It’s your mind that is refusing to accept what your flesh has known from the moment we first met.”

He slides two fingers into my pussy and fingers me along with his cock in my ass, his thumb occasionally swiping over my clit, giving me just enough stimulation to keep me on edge, but not enough to help me come.

I get a few minutes of that treatment before he pulls his fingers out and just starts spanking my clit with those wet soaked fingers. His cock is still throbbing inside me, and I think it is starting to… oh, no. Oh, god. It’s…

I start making muffled sounds behind the gag as his cock starts to expand inside me. He’s not just going to come in my ass. He’s going to knot inside me.

He’s getting bigger and bigger with every thrust, my tender ass feeling each and every bit of expansion. I am so fucking tender. It feels like every part of my insides and outsides, my skin, my nerves, every single fucking cell I have is being ruthlessly dominated and completely claimed.

I can’t move. My ass is so full I can barely stand it.

My alpha’s knot is so big I feel it every time I breathe.

But he is not going to show me the slightest bit of mercy.

Instead, he sets about overstimulating my clit by alternately rubbing and slapping it, forcing me toward an orgasm I can’t properly enjoy because it is happening while I am effectively impaled.

The sounds I am making through the gag are truly desperate.

“That’s right,” Conroy growls down at me.

“You’re starting to understand it now, aren’t you.

I can see it in your eyes. The desperation.

The fear. The realization that you are mine, and crossing me means that you will suffer.

This will always happen to you, Kita. I intend to keep you, to breed you, to make you mine, and to demand complete and total submission from you.

I don’t need you to like me. I will take your fear if it means I have your obedience. ”

With that tyrannical declaration, he comes inside me, his seed filling my ass, kept in place with the knot of his cock, my orgasm mixing with his as he pinches my clit and fucking demands that I give him another one of my filthy, desperate climaxes.

I don’t quite faint once I come, but I feel very light and very weak and the pleasure doesn’t feel so much like pleasure as it feels like being thrust into a whole other dimension of being.

Conroy has taken every bit of my resistance and disobedience and turned me into a whimpering, shaking, sweat-covered submissive.

As his knot softens, he slides from me. His fingers remove the gag from my mouth. But he does not say anything to me, and I do not say anything to him. He takes his wolf form instead, and begins to lick the sweat from my back and shoulders, lapping me in a way that is strangely comforting.

He could consume me if he wanted. One snap of those jaws would end my life. But I am safe with him. My bad behavior is not safe. He clearly intends to rout that out of me one rough punishment at a time, but me, myself, the little thing that hides, that is more protected than ever.

I slide out of my human form, leave my sore ass and aching pussy behind and take refuge in fur and fang. He follows me still in his animal self, offering real comfort. Wolf Conroy grooms me as I lie beneath him, cleaning my face and my neck and flanks.

I fall asleep under his brutal, dominant, but loving care.