Page 5 of Ruthlessly Mated (Shared Mates #2)

Another cheer goes up, from people who are all thrilled that they paid their tolls. I am sure a few are sneaking out right now to pay, even if they already did. There’s something about the way Conroy is going off that inspires obedience even in those who are already completely obedient.

He lashes my ass over and over until it feels like my skin is so hot and so sore that I can’t take another stroke of his infernal belt.

“That’s enough, Conroy.” Tailor finally stills his arm with his hand.

“It’s not enough,” Conroy argues back. “She’s fighting me even now. She’s not apologized, she’s not submitted, she’s just trying to survive the punishment. That’s not how this works. She’s our fucking mate. She’s going to submit.”

“Maybe she won’t. Not all at once,” Tailor says. “But she definitely won’t if you do this. She’ll hate you. She’ll hate us.”

“I’m making a point.”

“You’re beating the hell out of our mate. She’s not yours to ruin. It’s enough. You’ve made your point. People have stopped paying attention.”

The bar has started to return to its previous buzz. My ass is arched and bright red, my eyes are full of tears, and I have been so thoroughly shamed I am going to have to have my face removed and replaced if I ever want to be taken seriously again.

“Look at her wet little pussy. She’s begging to be mated,” Conroy growls.

I blush furiously. I am caught between arousal and embarrassment. If he’s seeing that, then they’re all seeing it. I bet they’re smelling it, too.

Conroy grips my hair and pulls my head back, leaning over me to growl the question in my ear. “Do you want more of your thrashing, or are you ready to submit to my cock, little mate?”

“No,” I growl right back.

“She wants the beating to continue.”

He lashes the belt down again, catching the leather right across the tops of my bare thighs in a vicious stroke that makes me cry out. I am not going to be able to sit comfortably for a long time, and he is right, I am so wet it feels like I might be going insane.

This isn’t normal desire. It’s something so much more powerful than that. It’s a physical need that transcends all the other feelings I have, including the hate that makes me want to fucking stab him for daring to publicly humiliate me like this.

He can see me, he can smell me, and my desire drives him just as crazy as it drives me. I am scared, and I am sore, but more than either of those two things, I am fucking aroused.

He spreads my thighs, one hand gripping my leg and just spreading me open.

A moment later, something warm and hard presses against my soaking slit.

His fucking cock. He’s actually going to rut me here.

In the bar. I’m going to lose my innocence to a rough wolf in a smuggler bar, witnessed by enemies and evildoers alike.

“No,” I whimper. “Not like this.”

“What’s that, little mate? You’re suddenly trying to behave for me? Ask me for a favor?”

“No, just…” I falter. I don’t want to say it. I don’t want the whole bar to erupt in excitement. He has their attention again by threatening to fuck me. A live sex show is always going to get people to take notice.

“What? Are you shy now? Don’t mind having your whipped ass on display, but don’t want to be mated? Let me feel that pussy.”

He’s rough, he’s crude, and I know it’s the hormones talking, because I want to talk at least twice as dirty back except for I still have some shame.

He tucks his cock back into his pants, or at least pulls it away from me, then pushes a finger inside me about an inch until it stops right where my hymen starts.

“That’s unexpected,” he says, leaning over me, his lips brushing my cheek. “Are you a virgin, Kita? Untouched by any man, or cock?”

He pulls his finger out of me, slaps my ass and holds my thighs open, making me terribly aware that I am dripping wet, bare-assed, and more fucking horny than I have ever been in my life.

I don’t think I would care if he claimed me right here in the middle of the rough crowd.

None of them matter. They’re biological background noise, prey, for the most part, ambulatory meat that hasn’t been drained or consumed yet.

He leans over me again, his arms encircling me, his hair falling over me. He blots out the rest of the world and snarls a question in my ear.

“Now, or later?”

“Now,” I moan.

I can’t believe I said that. I shouldn’t have said that.

I want it. I want him. There’s no sense in it. No thought to it. There’s just the faint whimper of an animal in heat. I need to be filled. Even the brief feeling of his finger inside me is driving me mad with lust. My hips are grinding almost as if I’m already being fucked.

His cock is free again. I feel it against my ass, a thick, hot, hard rod of flesh that is going to go deep inside me, split me open, fill me up.

I’ve heard plenty about sex, and by my age most women have fucked lots of men.

I’ve held back because I never really felt like it before.

It always seemed like it would be kind of pointless, just like, friction or something. Not worth the hassle.

All those practical thoughts have flown from my brain and all I want right now is to be fucked. I don’t even know what being fucked is, entirely, how it feels, what it’s going to be like, but I know for sure it has to happen. I need it. I need it more than anything.

I feel the head of his cock against my pussy, my lips spreading as he rubs it up and down. This is happening. My thighs are trembling, my breath is coming in these short, shallow gasps.

And then he pushes inside me, one long, rough, dominant, intrusive, punishing thrust.

He claims me completely and entirely.

He makes me take his fucking cock in a way that I can’t even completely describe because my legs are shaking, my tummy is tight, my inner walls are struggling to take the thick pillar of flesh now deep inside me. I still am on the verge of tears, spilling over as he starts to move inside me.

“Does it hurt, having your ass whipped, your pussy rutted? This could have been nice, the first time, but you wanted to fight. You wanted to try to deny me what is mine. Your body belongs to us, as does your cargo. We are confiscating everything. Your finances, your ship, your trucks, and each and every one of these tight little holes.”

His words are rough, and punctuated with thrusts that ram home the point he’s making.

I’m an outlaw in an outlaw’s den, and what’s happening to me seems like natural justice to everyone here.

A pretty girl tries to smuggle contraband without paying the port toll?

Her having her pussy fucked at the tavern is the least of the consequences.

The table squeaks against the floor every time he slides inside me, sinking all the way into my body, parting my inner walls with rough thrusts. I can feel myself clenching him tightly, gripping him like I don’t want him to pull out again.

“That’ll teach you, won’t it,” he growls down at me. “Look at that pretty little hole stretched around me. If you could see yourself now, Kita. You’re a wet little bitch in heat, aren’t you. Taking this cock like the punishment it is. You’re being fucked like the rebellious little animal you are.”

He pulls out, slaps my pussy with the length of his cock, and then slides back in, hard. The yowl I make causes an answering roar from the crowd, who I have suddenly remembered exist.

“That’s right. You’re being publicly bred,” he says as he feels me jolt underneath him. “You’re going to take my cum in your pussy, aren’t you. You’re going to take it so fucking deep in this bare little hole that belongs to me.”

His cock is getting thicker, strangely so. It feels like he’s almost two dicks thick, and now it feels like I almost can’t take it.

“Easy, little one,” he growls. “That’s my cock knotting inside you. It won’t hurt you. It will make you feel good. Just keep grinding your hips, let me fill your pussy up.”

I do as I am told because there is nothing else to do.

My body insists I do as he says, and the ache in my pussy is making me respond physically in ways I cannot contain.

It’s like discovering I’ve been a second person all along, someone who fucks hot, strange men because they want to fuck her.

Someone who is being bred by a wolf, and plans to be bred by more.

His knot is hard to take.

He can’t move as much inside me. He’s quite stuck, in fact.

All I can do is wriggle and grind, my pussy clenching tight around the thickness of his cock until I hear him roar and feel a release happening inside me.

I feel heat flowing into my aching interior, and the knot already starting to deflate just a little.

It doesn’t go down completely though. It keeps me in place, and it means I can’t escape the insemination happening deep inside.

I come to my senses, slowly. I realize that I am covered in filth, and that the table beneath me is sticky, and that I just lost all semblance of modesty.

This story is going to follow me for the rest of my life.

The only silver lining is that there’s some chance nobody will ever believe them if they try to tell it, because this is wild, even for Port Denhome.

“Good girl,” Conroy says, rubbing his hand along the back of my neck, giving me the first positive feedback he’s given me since meeting me. It’s strange, but it feels more intimate than him taking my virginity. It doesn’t make sense, but feelings don’t make sense.

His knot is starting to subside now, and as it does, he pulls slowly out of my body. I am myself again. Just myself.

“We should take her somewhere private,” Tailor says. “She’s had enough. And I have not had anything.”

“Feel free to fuck her,” Conroy says, slapping my butt and rubbing his fingers between my legs, massaging his cum into my pussy lips. “She could take cock after cock right now. She’s in a mating frenzy.”