Page 40 of Ruthlessly Mated (Shared Mates #2)

K ita

“Where are we?”

Stupid question. We’re just up the hill from Coastwood, in a storybook house located down a very long and windy drive. It looks like the perfect house to live happily ever after in, if you’re into that sort of thing.

“This little forest house is the perfect place for keeping you in. It has nice views and there’s plenty of space to run if you need to, and the doctor is not that far away if something very stupid happens,” Tailor says.

“Nothing very stupid is going to happen,” I say. “I’ve learned my lesson. Believe me, I have.”

They exchange looks and I know that nothing I say is going to change what is going to happen. I fucked up in so many ways, over and over, and even though they tried to give me a pass, there’s no way they can let a small war slide.

I’ve damaged vampire/wolf/human relations for probably decades. Things that happened today will resonate forever.

I know I am in trouble. The fact that they’ve taken me somewhere first just means they’re planning on making a big deal of it.

We all get out of the car, and my punishment starts right away.

Conroy picks me up, puts me over the hood of the still warm car, and starts stripping my clothes off me, yanking my pants and underwear down to my ankles. I feel his hard cock rubbing against my slit, encouraging wetness though I wasn’t really ready yet.

“This is going to be the first of a lot of breedings,” he says. “You are going to submit when I tell you to submit, you are going to do as you are told, and the only thing I want to hear out of your mouth when I tell you what to do is yes, sir. Understand?”

He slaps his cock against my pussy as he waits for me to respond.

“I’m not gonna… ow!” I squeal as he spanks my ass hard enough to make me jolt against the car.

“This is a reset, Kita,” he snarls in my ear.

“This is you learning what you are to us, to me. Your fucking place. This is not a joke, or play. I am serious. We are never going to repeat what happened here again. You are never going to cross a damn vampire again. You are going to be ours. Our lover. Our mate. Our naughty little breeding bitch.”

With those last words, he pushes his cock deep inside my pussy, which had gotten a lot wetter than I realized in the last little bit.

I respond to him like crazy. I kind of wish I didn’t, wish I could tell him to fuck off and not tell me what to do, but the warmth of the car against my clit and now his big, hot cock surging in and out of my pussy is making me moan and forget my resistance.

Damon

She deserves this, my pretty, spunky, sweet little mate.

A lot of people would think what Conroy is doing to her is cruel, the way he mates her without regard for what she says or does, but I am watching her melt into a submissive state and I know that this is what she needs.

We love her more than we love life itself, but she has chased chaos for too long.

We discussed this while we waited for her, Tailor and Conroy talking about how she ran, how she got herself caught. How she was foolish and reckless and did not seem to care if she died.

I’ve seen it in her, that draw to annihilation. I think she’s more afraid of this connection, of what it means and what it will take from her, than she is about anything else.

So I hold her pretty face in place and I fuck her mouth and I give her animal cock to think about while Conroy surges inside her pussy, taking her as is his right. She is ours. Made for us. Her desire is what drives us and we take turns indulging it, and our own needs.

Our instincts are to fuck her, and that is what we do, filling each and every one of her tight little rebellious holes with our cum, over and over. Her ass is reddened from slaps, her thighs bear fingerprints too.

We move from the car to inside the house, throwing her down on the couch to continue her ravaging. She is gorgeous, soft, but still slightly rebellious as she lies on the cushions, her sex covered in glistening seed. She is in heat tonight, as she has never been before. I can smell her fertility.

“Oww!” she wails as Tailor’s hand claps against her inner thigh.

“Open your legs,” he growls, fisting his cock to slide it inside her dripping pussy. “You are due a good long fucking and knotting.”

I rarely see Tailor this aggressive, but we all know how much she needs this. This has to be the last time she ever does such a thing. She needs to be dominated so completely that there is no notion left inside her of anything resembling doubt as to the fact she belongs to us and with us.

The moan she lets out as he slides inside her is absolutely feral.

She is submitting to us beautifully, needing every bit of dominant energy we can provide.

While Tailor takes her pussy, I slide my cock back into her mouth, feel the sweet warmth of her tongue and cheeks.

She looks up at me with a particularly cute gaze, her eyes widening up at me as she realizes by action, not word, that I am entirely on board with this plan to claim her.

Kita

Tailor gives me a few rough thrusts, then pulls out, picking me up from the couch and lying down where I just was.

“You’re going to ride my cock like a good girl,” he says. “You’re going to show me that you know how to behave yourself, or I am going to take my belt and thrash your rear until the very idea of being out of my sight makes your ass sweat.”

I let out a little aroused whimper. They have all already had their way with me, stretched me with their knots and filled me with their seed, but this is not a simple mating. I am being bred. And the breeding is not over.

“Get on top of me, spread your cheeks, and show me what a good girl you can be for me,” Tailor orders. He’s naked from the waist down, but he still has his shirt on, open all the way down. His cock stands up straight and thick and designed to fill me.

I do as he tells me. I’m usually very disobedient, and never submissive, and an absolute fucking nightmare, but I am trying to let myself finally be good, or some version of it.

Damon and Conroy are close, rubbing my back, smacking my ass.

Conroy comes around to the side of the couch, his glistening cock held in his hand as I straddle Tailor.

“Good girl,” Tailor praises roughly. “Get that naughty pussy on my cock. Now.”

I hold my cheeks spread and I lower myself onto his cock, working my hips with my thighs in a kneeling position as I do as I am told and breed myself on his dick.

The moment he enters me, I feel my inner walls gripping him tight, and the heat of his cock pulsing inside me and fuck, I think I am melting.

I reach down to hold myself up, pressing my hands against his chest.

“Amazing what a good sore bottom can do for a girl who doesn’t want to obey,” Tailor says.

“If you’d just been good, I would be helping you right now.

My hands would be wrapped around your hips.

I’d be guiding you up and down my shaft, telling you what a good little mate you are.

But instead, you’re having to fuck yourself on my cock. Aren’t you?”

I whimper a response.

“Aren’t you?” he repeats himself more sternly.

“Yes,” I moan.

“Exactly,” he says. “Naughty little wolves have to fuck their own pussies on their alpha’s cocks, don’t they?”

I blush so hard I feel a little lightheaded, but Tailor has no mercy.

He taps my ass. “Speed up. Fuck me properly.”

I do my best to give him what he wants, rising and falling on the thick rod of his cock.

He’s holding back. I can feel it. He doesn’t want to come inside me yet, doesn’t want to knot inside me.

He wants to make me work, and I am working, sweating as stroke after stroke I lift myself off his cock and then lower myself down again.

“All the way to the base, baby,” he growls. “I want that cock nice and deep in that sore little pussy.”

My inner walls clench at that description. I am aching from all the breeding, and he knows it. He’s going to make me keep fucking anyway, knowing that every time I take him inside me, I get even more sensitive and even more sore.

“This is what you deserve,” he lectures. “And it’s what you’re going to get if you start acting out. None of us are going to tolerate it. Do you understand?” He punctuates the question with a rough thrust of his hips.

“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, I am fucking… god. Fuck. I’m sorry.”

“You should be sorry. And I will make you sorry absolutely every time you act like that. We are going to take this pussy and this tight ass and we will…”

I feel someone moving behind me. I turn my head to see Damon kneeling behind me. He smiles, presses an almost chaste kiss to my temple, then pushes me firmly down, the head of his cock sliding against my ass.

I let out a whimper, but Damon is not going to be any more merciful than Tailor was. He slides into my ass while Tailor is still in my pussy and together they fuck me long and deep and…

“Mnfff…” is the sound I make as Conroy’s thick cock is pressed into my mouth.

All of my mates are inside me at once, moving in slow but deliberate rhythms, using me, pleasuring me, taming me.

I submit to them, feeling myself ground among the three of them, filled up to the point of being completely unable to move.

Their claim is as clear as it could be. They own me, and my body responds to them in ways it would never respond to anybody else.

We are bonded by ties stronger than circumstance.

We are a pack, and I am at the center of it, the hot, wet, tight set of holes they use for their pleasure and fill with their seed.

Conroy pulls his cock out of my mouth to let me breathe and moan as Tailor pulls me down hard on his dick and makes me grind my clit against his pubic bone while Damon is deep in my ass, fucking me with short, rutting strokes designed to make me feel every bit of my punishment.

“Look at me,” Conroy rumbles, taking my chin in his hand and directing my gaze to him while Damon makes me submit to a fresh load of seed in my ass.

“This is where you belong, Kita. With us. And this is what will happen if you run from us. We will hold you down, we will fuck you until you cannot move, and you will learn your place.”

“Fuck!” I exclaim as Tailor rubs the heel of his palm against my overstimulated clit, roughly and insistently forcing an orgasm to rush through me, racking my aching body and stretched holes with contractions of irresistible pleasure.

Damon comes in my ass, his orgasm triggered by mine.

He must have been careful to ensure he did not knot inside me, which is fortunate because Tailor’s knot is thickening while I wriggle and writhe on his dick.

I can’t contain or control myself. Tailor’s hands wrap around my hips and start working me back and forward until my orgasm is ridden out and his is bursting inside me, his thick knot filling me all the way up.

“You’re so pretty when you’re properly fucked,” Conroy says, caressing my cheeks and stroking my hair back from my face and dropping little kisses on my forehead as my completely ravaged pussy takes the final load. “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes,” I whimper in ragged tones. “Fuck, yes.”

“Good girl. You are such a good girl for us,” he says. Damon remains behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist, snugging me close.

“God, yes, come here. Come here.” Tailor reaches for me when he can speak again, and draws me down to his chest, his cock buried deep inside me, his breath ragged against my ear, and his seed deep inside my bare pussy.

Damon follows me down, Conroy pushes in next to Tailor and me, and somehow the four of us end up pressed together on the couch, cuddled up in a filthy puppy pile.

I guess I am loved. I’m just going to have to get used to it.