Page 8 of Ruthlessly Mated (Shared Mates #2)

People think not being able to speak impedes communication, but in times and places like this, everything can be translated through touch and expression.

I keep looking down into her eyes as I trail my hand lightly up her thigh toward the nexus of her desire.

Her pussy lips are swollen and puffy from Conroy’s rough ravaging, but that just makes them more sensitive, and this gentle handling is making her yearn all over again.

The sound she makes when my fingers finally slide up the length of her soft, furred sex is also devoid of words, but tells me everything I need to know.

I tease her, toy with her. I let her see my enjoyment of this careful exploration, and I let her feel that I am in no rush to claim her.

Conroy may consider himself the sole alpha, but there are more ways to be in control than just roughly rutting a female.

He is a creature of force, and though she clearly responds to it on some level, it’s not all she wants.

I avoid the ravaged entrance of her body, a place already quite brutally stretched by Conroy’s knot, and instead I focus my attention on her hard, hungry little clit, circling slowly at first, inviting her hips to dance for me in the soapy water.

Her face gets pinker, her breath comes shorter.

She reaches for my wrist and holds me in place, silently begging me for more and more touch.

She could speak if she wanted to, but she has joined me in the quiet and I feel a deep connection being forged, or maybe simply acknowledged in this moment.

She belongs with me. To me. And I belong to her.

I press my fingers more firmly against her clit and circle faster. She starts to pant and beg with her eyes. Her gaze is locked on me, completely connected. I look back, not wanting to bring her to climax too quickly and have this moment end.

“Noooo…” She mewls the word as I move my fingers away for a moment, giving her a break, stroking down her swollen pussy lips, caressing her more gently and more widely.

Her little whine earns her a slight tightening of my grip.

I lift an eyebrow just a little. It is a subtle expression change, but it settles her down, just as I intend it to.

I’ll teach her patience through slow degrees.

I’ll subdue her without being aggressively forceful.

She’ll feel my strength in the small, subtle things, and I already know she will respond.

“Please?” She whispers the word, almost as if she is afraid to give voice to it, as if speaking in my presence might be breaking some taboo.

I show her that it is not by sliding my fingers back to her greedy clit and returning to the strumming motion she enjoys so much.

The pattern repeats several times. I bring her close to climax, then let her settle down, watch her writhe and wriggle and even complain in my grasp, always waiting until I decide she is due for more pleasure.

Finally, I take mercy on her, I rub her sweet little clit with the pads of my fingers with an insistent motion that demands her orgasm. I can command her body without a single utterance, and she responds like a well-trained mate.

She comes for me with pretty gasps and moans, her hands splashing the water as she reaches for my wrist and then for the side of the bath and then my shirt.

Her mouth is hanging open in erotic desperation as her stomach muscles clench, her toes curl, and every part of her body is focused on reaching the peak I have both driven her toward and kept her from.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” she curses over and over, her voice sounding tight and desperate as she climaxes, pressing hard against my fingers, shaking from head to toe, and flushing bright pink with the unmistakable telltale signs of orgasm.

“Oh, my god,” she pants. “Oh, my god. Fuck. Oh, god. Damon…” She rests her wet head against my chest and clings to my shirt for several minutes, getting her breath back and enjoying the orgasm she very much deserved.

I give her little kisses and reassuring rubs down her back, releasing her hair and eventually returning to the task of helping her bathe.

It’s not the same as mating her with my cock, of course, but that can wait. For now, I am satisfied with giving her pleasure, and while she finishes bathing, going back for her clothes and folding them and getting them ready for her to change into.

“Thank you so much,” she says when I return. “You’re the best. If I tell you something, will you keep it to yourself, or will you tell those other two?”

She’s dried and getting dressed now, pulling her bra on and snapping it in place. I like this little intimate moment, which in some way feels almost more connected than the rough sex Conroy subjected her to.

I give a little nod. I might not be saying a word, but I am promising my silence.

She leans in to my ear, and she whispers something.

Something terrible.

“Do you think differently of me now?” She asks the question as she draws back away from me.

I shake my head, though that is a bit of a lie. I don’t think differently, exactly, because I could not have thought of her in such a way at all. If anything, I think of her more now.

Conroy throws the bathroom door open.

“You got her cleaned up? Good. Bring her out here.”

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” Kita snaps at him.

“This guy? This guy is nice as hell. He helped me get cleaned up. He helped me feel better. All you’ve done is rip my virginity away from me.

And now you’re talking like you own me? You don’t own me.

This guy has more entitlement to me than you do. ”

“Did he mate you?” Conroy asks the question.

“No.”

“Then he doesn’t have more entitlement to you. I’m the one who has mated you. You belong to me. Now get your ass out here before I beat you again.”

Kita

He really thinks he’s the first man to ever look at me and feel entitled to me. He thinks he and his mates are the only dark creatures on this planet whose instinct is to take what doesn’t belong to them and just declare it owned?

I’m not telling them shit about what is coming for them. They deserve it. And if they’re so smart, and so in control, then they can deal with it. Call it a test. A really harsh test.

I leave the bathroom and go and stand in the big living room area where Conroy and Tailor are present.

There’s tension between the two of them.

None of us planned this. They’re not any more prepared than I am.

They were living together in a sort of bachelor pack, giving each other company and backup and living their lives like the animals they are.

“Alright,” Tailor says. “She’s here. You can go to bed.”

Conroy looks at him like he just said the most insane thing in the world. “Me? Go to bed? Alone?”

“You’ve had enough of her,” Tailor says.

“She’s our mate. We all share her. You’ve had two rounds with her already.

Back off, Conroy. Go to bed. Leave her to Damon and me.

She can sleep with one of us. Or both of us.

But not with you. I’m worried you’re going to damage her privates with your incessant rutting. ”

Conroy growls audibly like the animal he is.

“Fine,” he says. “I will leave our mate to you two. Tomorrow morning, I will take control again, so you had best use her before then.”

“Tomorrow we will discuss things among ourselves and then with our new mate. She is an intelligent creature with thoughts in her head. She is not merely a piece of meat to be mated.”

“She’s a handful of trouble who can only be trusted when she’s impaled on a cock,” Conroy says. “I don’t need to know her any more than I do to know that.”

He’s actually very accurate, though I’d never admit it. Instead I look shocked and more than a little appalled. I think that will play well with Tailor. He’s a more refined man. A gentleman. He has some protective urge toward me, I can tell that already.

“I was a virgin,” I say.

I don’t say anything more than that. I say it in a soft, pitiful voice. There’s a brief pause and then Tailor is on his feet.

“She was a virgin, and you took it all from her. You took her innocence. You took her first and you mated her twice and now she is like this, a shivering wreck, afraid of us, smelling of hate. She hates us, and that is because of you.”

“I did what I needed to do.” Conroy says. “And time will prove that I was right to do so. She’s our mate. She needed to be mated.”

“She needs to be treated like she matters, because she does. We finally have a mate. We have all wondered if we would ever find one. And now we have. And here she is, and…”

“You enjoyed watching me punish fuck her as much as I enjoyed punish fucking her,” Conroy growls. “I’m going to bed. Good night, Kita. I’m glad you’re here. Come find me if you get tired of being treated like you’re made of glass.”

Conroy goes into one of the rooms leading off the main room. I guess that’s his bedroom. Good. Good for him.

“Thank you,” I say softly to Tailor.

“You’re welcome, now come and sit down and have a drink. We need to get to know one another like civilized people.”

I take a seat in Conroy’s chair. The same chair I was fucked over for a second time. Tailor hands me a crystal glass of something that is red and smells rich and very alcoholic.

“Thank you,” I say. “That’s nice. You two have been nice to me.”

“There are expectations for being our mate,” Tailor says. “We’ll all have our individual requirements, of course, but you may as well hear mine first. I expect my mate to be a lady. What level of education do you have, Kita?”

“I went to school once,” I tell him, taking some joy in annoying him. The question is pretentious, and he’s not going to like the answer.

“Once?”

“Okay, twice.”

He gives me a long, assessing look. “You don’t want to tell me about yourself,” he says.

“Not really. You’re a stranger, and I don’t feel like I have to explain myself to you. I prefer Damon’s approach.”