Page 10 of Savagely Mated (Shared Mates #1)

E inar

Our little captive mate wakes up while we’re driving. She’s exhausted, but the mate bond that we’re all feeling is acting on her the same way it is on us. That means one thing: she wakes up horny.

She is such a pretty young woman. She has a cute face and eyes that project everything she’s feeling.

She is also absolutely saturated with desire.

In the confined space of the van, she is producing pheromones at a rate that will drive us all into madness, involuntary shifts, or worse.

Opening a window makes it slightly better, but does not entirely remove the problem.

“Do something about her,” Kirin growls. “I can’t concentrate on driving with a raging fucking erection.”

“If she came, she might stop outputting quite so many pheromones,” I say.

“Make her come then.”

“What are you talking about?” Darcy cuts in as she comes to consciousness fully. “Make me come? I’m not a dog, and besides, I’m already here.”

It’s possible she doesn’t know much about the parlance of sex if she’s never formed the mate bond, and therefore the mate interest. She is going to need some education in these matters, and there is no time like the present.

Usually the first mating between fated mates is intense, even rough. It is the unleashing of pure instinct.

I feel Darcy’s hips perform a little grinding motion on my lap. I’m sure she doesn’t know why she’s doing that, but it is all part of the alluring dance.

“Let me show you what it means to come,” I tell her, letting my hand slide underneath my cloak. I find her warm beneath, naked and ready for all the mate bond entails.

“I hate you,” she says as my hand slides down between her thighs. “I hate all of you… mmmnnnn…” Her rebellious words turn to a light moan.

Darcy

“Do you like this? Even if you hate me?”

Einar’s words are rough, lustful. His eyes are focused on me with intense desire. I find myself absolutely immersed in his charisma. It’s like I cannot tear my eyes away from him. Right now, all I want is to look at him, and touch him and taste him, and hate him.

This has never happened after a shift before, though it feels related. Was I so weak that the shift turned me into some kind of a horny animal, like I didn’t come all the way back into my true humanity?

I am sitting in his lap, wrapped in his cloak.

I am naked. I am vulnerable. I am wet, so fucking wet I can’t remember the last time I ever felt like this.

Aroused is an understatement. I want to fuck so badly that right now it feels like the only thing I have ever wanted to do, or will ever want to do.

My body is made of need, and this man’s fingers, pressing between my thighs, finding the sensitive little nub between my lower lips, are driving me wild.

He’s skillfully playing with my pussy, not touching my clit directly, but using my wetness to tease me tenderly.

“You’re so wet, aren’t you. You need to be fucked, don’t you?”

I make an incoherent sound in reply, partly because it does feel good and I can barely be bothered answering him, and partly because I can’t.

I do need to be fucked. I desperately want to feel a cock inside me, even though I don’t actually have any idea what that would feel like. I just know I need it. Him. Them.

Oh, god. I’m suddenly aware that there’s three men in this van, and each and every one of them suddenly seems like the hottest fucking guy on the planet. My instincts are in overdrive, my hips rolling as Einar slides two fingers inside me and gives me just a little of the filling I need.

I’ve got to get a grip. I’ve got to get control. But how am I going to do that when a super fucking hot raider is holding me in his lap, cradling me close, and doing absolutely filthy things to my pussy?

He’s a hot, older stranger. He’s an outlaw of some kind. The cardinal’s guards knew who these men were and wanted them dead on sight. And now I’ve been kidnapped, I’m so fucking horny I can’t handle myself, and I want him to fuck me. I want them all to fuck me.

But that’s insane.

It is insane, right?

He rubs my clit with the pad of his thumb and all thoughts leave my mind.

Bolts of excitement rush through me over and over again every time he touches me, and every time he touches me I feel a little better, a little closer to climax.

I didn’t know this could feel so good. It’s so simple, just a few touches.

He makes my body react with incredible intensity with very little in the way of actual effort on his part.

I’m a virgin, but I wasn’t entirely untouched before this moment.

A few cadets have inexpertly rubbed me before, but this is nothing like that. This is something so much more intense. Einar is handling me with an expert ease that tells me he knows exactly what he is doing.

A bolt of jealousy flashes through me at the idea he has ever touched another woman. It might not make sense, but I hate it. I hate every part of it.

I let out a little snarl, which earns me a smirk.

“What is it, Darcy? Do you want more? Do you need it harder?”

Across from us, Rafe makes a groaning sound, which I now understand to be a sign of need.

I’m not the only one who is aroused. I can smell them.

Each of them has their own scent. At first it was just Einar I could detect.

His is the most potent, and the most dominant.

But now that Rafe has made me aware of his presence, I can smell him too.

I am effectively on display for the raven-haired stranger with the pale blue gaze. He is staring at me with absolute ravenous hunger.

“Let me touch her…” His voice is thick with need as he reaches for me.

Einar emits a growl that is so deep, so dominant, and so completely possessive I feel my entire body thrill to it.

“Mine,” he snarls.

I feel the van slow as Kirin brakes. He looks over his shoulder at us, and I feel a flash of extra heat as I realize I am being observed by ice blue eyes in the most compromising of positions.

The cloak is doing nothing to shield me.

It has slid away while I wriggle and squirm on Einar’s lap.

My breasts are exposed. My legs are spread.

My pussy is stretched around Einar’s fingers.

I must look like an absolute little slut right now.

“Ours,” Rafe says. “She’s ours, or she’s nobody’s.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Kirin says.

“We cut her loose. If we can’t share her, then we have to let her go, or there will be nothing but trouble.”

“I am trying to make this girl come,” Einar says, pulling his fingers from me and cupping my pussy, holding me close like he wants to hold and protect me. “This isn’t the time for claim staking, no matter how much we all want her. Everybody will get a turn.”

He’s talking about me like I’m a toy, or something to share. Not like a person. I am too fucking horny to register more than a moan of complaint.

This is insane. They are insane. I am insane.

Einar pushes his fingers back inside me and starts finger-fucking me. I don’t know if that is for my benefit, or if it is because he wants to assert dominance over me and everybody else.

I don’t really care what the reason is. It feels good. It feels very, very good as he starts to fuck me harder and faster, his palm slapping against my clit with every firm thrust.

This is so hot, and I am so fucking wet and I need this.

There is a tingling, hot need inside me that is desperate for release.

The fact that I am being watched by all three men makes me want to absolutely explode into orgasm.

I don’t know if I’m trying to come, or trying not to come.

I don’t know if it matters, because it’s not my decision to make.

At Einar’s rough urging I come on his fingers, grinding my clit against the fleshy pad of his palm. I let myself go. I let everything go. I explode in almost every sense possible, my entire body shaking with release as I collapse against Einar, my thighs spread and trembling.

“Good girl,” he praises, patting my pussy affectionately. “Good girl.”

“I hope that helped her, because it really didn’t fucking help me,” Kirin complains. “I’m so fucking hard it hurts.”

“That’s your problem. Control yourself,” Einar growls.

“You’re keeping her for yourself,” Rafe complains.

“I’m not. I’m saving her from the consequences of being a pretty young female in heat in the midst of three men,” he says. “We didn’t rescue her from that academy to have dirty van sex.”

Listening to three men talk about me this way is a lot.

I’m used to horny guys, and I’m used to having their attention from time to time.

But that’s not the same as this situation for so many reasons.

One, I’m still fucking aroused. I don’t know how, but that orgasm only seems to have stoked my desire.

I’m trying to sit still on Einar’s lap, knowing that it’s not a good idea to grind.

He’s wrapped the cloak back around me, keeping me nice and snug and comfortable.

“Dirty van sex or not, we know what we’re feeling,” Kirin says. “She’s mate bonded with all of us. I didn’t know that was possible.”

“Of course it is. A female wolf with enough sexual energy can easily mate bond three males. Remember the tale of Tess the Terrible?”

“That’s an urban legend.”

“That’s what I thought, but now that all three of us are here in this situation, maybe it’s not.”

Einar is slowly stroking my pussy under the cloak, gently and in an almost friendly fashion. He’s driving me mad with need, though I don’t know if he knows that. Every now and then, he dips a finger into my soaking wet pussy, then trails that finger up to my clit and circles it slowly.

I press back against him, let him have his way with me. I wish he would do more. I wish they would all do more.

“Stop talking about fucking me and fuck me already,” I mutter under my breath as frustration really starts to set in.

“She doesn’t mean that,” Einar says swiftly.