Page 42 of Ruthlessly Mated (Shared Mates #2)

K ita

I feel guilty as hell. I didn’t mean to hurt Tailor’s feelings. He looked so upset when he left, but not in an obvious way. He looked the kind of upset people look like when they’re trying to act like they’re okay.

“Fuck,” I curse, getting up. “I need to go talk to him.”

“I also enjoy folk music,” Conroy adds as I rush away. I can’t tell if he’s talking shit or if he is trying to add a last minute dash of personal flavor. He’s trying. Damon’s trying. Tailor is trying. But I haven’t been. I feel terrible.

Tailor is already out by the tree line, quite a way from the house. He is walking stiffly, his long legs taking great strides. He looks fucking great in his waistcoat, formal pants, and knee-high boots.

“Tailor!” I call out to him.

He keeps walking, forcing me to trot after him.

“Tailor!” I call his name again. He just keeps walking.

“I’m going for a walk, Kita. Alone.” He responds to me with an icy tone, and without turning around.

I scoot around in front of him, putting on a burst of speed so I can intercept him as he enters the bluebell-infested forest.

“I’m sorry,” I say, stopping him with two hands on his chest. I get a bit of mayonnaise in my hand at the same time.

“What are you sorry for?” He stops and looks down at me with an expression that reminds me of a stern headmaster. It’s giving vampire vibes, actually, but I try not to think of that comparison too much.

“I’m sorry I gave you so much shit. I’m sorry I said I didn’t like your waistcoats.

I love your waistcoats.” I run my hands down the front of his chest, feeling the thick lines and ridges of muscle beneath the fabric.

The waistcoats really do a good job of showing off how damn good his body is.

So good, in fact, that I forget what I am doing for a second and just run my hands over his torso.

“Kita,” he says, taking hold of my hands and stilling them against his pecs. “I’m not going to be distracted by fondling. You were rude. And you were hurtful. I can’t make you be emotionally open. I’m not going to keep trying to force it. Any of you.”

I let out a sigh. I am going to have to be honest with him, and it is going to suck.

“I don’t want to talk about my past, and I…

I don’t want to hear all the bad things that I didn’t know about before.

Every time I’ve tried to go back, it hurts.

Alexander told me terrible things, and then Conroy told me the whole town is gone, and I am starting to feel like this little moment now isn’t going to last. We can be safe now, for a moment, but the moment there are babies, they’ll kill us too. ”

“We’re going to keep you safe.”

“You can’t !” I yell the word, my temper flaring with fear.

“You can’t keep me safe. You can’t keep them safe.

The vampires are too strong. Alexander is too strong.

And he’s going to come back, because he…

I don’t even know why. Because he’s bored.

Because he thinks I am his. Because the world is nothing but entertainment to him. ”

“Then we take care of the situation.”

“What does that mean?”

Tailor drops a kiss on the top of my head. “Let us worry about that. You have one job, Kita. Being our mate. Being protected. You don’t have to fight anymore. You’ll never have to fight again.”

I don’t really believe him, but I want to. My body produces feelings of warmth and I decide to let the moment be what it is. Tailor drapes an arm around my shoulders and walks me into the forest.

“Now you and I just need to decide what’s going to happen to you after all that rudeness. You know I won’t let that slide.”

I feel a tingle of excitement that lets me know I have already been forgiven. He’s going to punish me, but he’s not angry or hurt anymore. He understands.

“What do you want?” He snugs me close and rumbles in my ear. “Want me to spank your ass, or fuck it?”

I make a muffled sound that’s not coherent in the slightest, but he understands it anyway.

“Both,” he says. “I want you over a fallen tree, Kita. I want your pants down and I want your ass bared, and I want you to ask me very nicely to punish you.”

I let out a whine and turn to press myself against him, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. “I’m sorry, Tailor, I really am. I know I was a bitch, but…”

He reaches down and smacks my butt firmly. “Go and do as you are told, or…”

I wait for him to finish the sentence.

“I will have a very long conversation with you about how you really feel about having been so lost and alone, fighting for some kind of vengeance against an evil you could never hope to destroy on your own, and now finding yourself in the care and possession of three mates, each of whom knows exactly how to look after you in his own way.”

“Fuck it,” I say. “If I can’t find a fallen tree, I’ll just cut one down. Easy enough.”

Tailor smirks at me, and I know that this conversation has only been deferred, not entirely escaped.

Every step I take feels like a little torture. I don’t know if we’re going to find the scene he’s looking to set, or if he’s going to make me talk about things instead. The more that time goes on, the more there’s a chance that I’m going to have to talk about some things that make me sad.

“Oh! There one is! There one is!”

“That’s barely a sapling,” Tailor smirks. “It couldn’t take your weight if you wanted it to.”

“But, please…”

He takes pity on me, grabs me by the scruff of my neck, and presses me up against the bark of a massive pine, face first. He pins me and leans in, his lips just a fraction of an inch from my ear as he pulls my pants and underwear down in two rough tugs, baring me to nature.

“I should breed you, shouldn’t I,” he says. “Breed your pussy, and then fuck your ass. Make you take my cock in your most sensitive hole when you are at your most vulnerable.”

He is a nice man, but I am learning just how dangerous nice men can be, how their awareness and willingness can really be used to totally undo someone like me, who expects brute roughness and dumb discipline.

He kicks my legs open with his foot. I hear a very well made zipper sliding smoothly down, and then there is a cock between my legs, the hot head of it searching for the wet entrance of my body.

I started getting aroused the moment he first looked down at me sternly.

Looking for a place to have my ass fucked only made me hotter with need, and now he finds me soaked as his cock slides into my tight pussy, driving deep inside me with hard thrusts that show me no mercy whatsoever.

I moan and groan, and there’s no respite as he makes my pussy ache with his thick cock. Tailor’s arm wraps around me, his fingers finding my clit and strumming it roughly with fast circles that cause me to make an insane sound of animal need.

“You’re loved, Kita,” he growls in my ear.

“You are going to live a very long and very happy life with us. We intend to give you no choice in that matter. I know it seems like there are evils too great for us to overcome, but I promise you we are taking everything into account. We will not allow any threat to you, or to our future babies. Now settle down and take your breeding.”

His hands slide to my hips and pin me in place as he fucks me harder and rougher than I think I’ve ever been fucked before. Even Conroy is more careful than this. I know I am safe with Tailor, but he is sparking my fear, treating me like an animal to be claimed whether she wants it or not.

The only little mercy he has shown me is that he didn’t actually spank me, he’s just absolutely ravaging my pussy until I don’t think I can take it anymore, then pushing me beyond that.

I wail and whimper, and I take every rough thrust he decides I deserve until his cock thickens and knots and the great snarling dapper beast behind me feeds his cum as deep inside me as he possibly can.

“That’s it,” he lectures, his voice rough and husky. “Do you feel my cum inside you? Your bare little cunt, your empty womb, being filled up and taken, bred by me? There’s no way out, Kita. We will fuck you until you swell with life and love.”

He reaches back around and toys with my clit with one hand, the other going up to cup and massage my breasts.

I am not going anywhere. A knot ensures I am attached to him, one with him, his speeding seeds finding their way up inside my fertile hole until they fulfill their destiny.

He has time to do what he wants now, to massage, and pleasure, and lecture me as he sees fit.

“I won’t entertain your disrespect,” he lectures me while his fingers rub around my clit. “You’re going to be a good and well-behaved girl for me. I’m going to teach you how to behave, and you’re going to learn or there are going to be some very painful interactions with me. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Good. I think you’re starting to get it, but you won’t fully know until you find yourself acting with some measure of decorum even when you do not have to anymore.

One of these days, Kita, you are going to be polite and refined and you won’t even notice you are doing it, and I will know that I have done my work. ”

I try to respond, but I can’t because he pinches my clit at that exact moment and makes me buck on his knot. Instead of making a declaration of feral intent, I just sound like the well-fucked little beast I am.

“That’s right,” he says. “You think you will always be as you are now, but I promise you, you won’t be. You’re going to better. Happier. Healthier. Safer. You’re going to have a long and happy life.”

His knot is starting to deflate as he talks, but that does not mean things are over.

As he pulls out of my tender pussy, letting a rush of cum flow out of my sex and down my thighs, his hand lands right between my legs, spanking my pussy with swift, stinging slaps designed to make me jolt and whine.

“You’re so mean,” I gasp, my tone holding an undeniable note of surprise.