Page 11 of Savagely Mated (Shared Mates #1)

“Yes, she does,” Rafe chuckles. “She’s not going to settle down until she’s taken each of her mate’s cocks once.

That’s how this works. Usually a girl gets fucked good and well by her chosen mate and lives happily ever after.

This poor academy whelp is going to be damn sore once we’re done with her. ”

“Behave yourself,” Einar cautions me. “We can take care of your… urges when we get to our home.”

“Why did you take me? Is this why? You wanted to fuck a wolf girl?”

He pushes a finger inside me again. “You have shifter blood of the wolf line,” he says. “That’s rare. You’re being held at the academy, but that’s a waste of your potential—and it means you were being held for a different purpose.”

“So you did decide to hunt me down so I could be fucked.”

“No. We decided to hunt you down because you’re being used. And you’re fortunate we took you. The way you’re reacting, you’d have bonded with the first wolf you encountered.”

“Make me come again,” I demand. I know it’s a filthy, dirty, nasty thing to ask for, but I need it. I feel as though I have been turned on, quite literally. As if a switch has been flipped and I need to be run to my conclusion, as it were.

Rafe laughs, as does Kirin. They like hearing me like this. I need to remind them who I really am. I need to teach them that if the Cardinal’s Guard had not attacked us, I would have put them all down.

Einar does not laugh.

“I’ll spank your bottom and make you sorry,” he says, slowly making a stirring motion inside my pussy with his finger. “I’ll play with you, but I’m not going to give you orgasms on demand, you spoiled little whelp.”

I’m being chastised for wanting sex, which feels very unfair.

“If you don’t want me, I know who does,” I say, trying to push up from his lap. Einar pulls me back down quite firmly.

“I’m not ready to let you go just yet,” he growls.

“Maybe you’re not, but I’m tagging in, old man,” Rafe says. My movement toward him emboldened him, gave him functional consent. “Turn her toward you, spread her legs over your lap.”

Rafe gives orders quite naturally, I notice. He is not lacking in dominance, even though Einar is clearly the leader of this little band.

Einar does as Rafe says, turning me around to face him and letting my legs spread over his lap. The cloak is gone now. I am naked and straddling my abductor in the back of a van and very much hoping that someone fucks me.

That’s the thing about being a shifter. You never know who or what you’re going to be next.

I sense that Einar is hesitant at first, but he lets the other powerfully built man run his hand down my back from behind. He must be crouching in the bed of the van, not caring about being belted in safely as much as he does about claiming me in turn.

I feel Rafe’s fingers touch my pussy from underneath, as Einar holds me in place, like some kind of sexual chalice waiting to be filled.

This is very wrong, but also very fucking hot.

I am still a little sleepy, and something about those night chemicals makes me feel as though this isn’t quite real.

It’s okay to let this happen, because it’s so far out of my realm of experience, I know that when the sun rises and the new day finds me, it probably won’t have happened at all.

Rafe’s fingers sweep up a good amount of my natural lubricating juices, then starts to play with the tighter, much more concerning hole down there.

“Hey,” I whimper.

“Hold her still,” Rafe says to Einar. “And spread her cheeks. Let’s see what having her ass played with does for her attitude.”

I bury my face in Einar’s neck and feel his big hands spreading my ass open. Rafe uses my juices to help my tight ass relax and soften for him, and before I know it, his thumb is pushing into my butt hole.

I let out a gasp of shock at finding myself twice impaled, one finger from Einar in my pussy, one thumb in my ass from Rafe. They work independently of one another, but they know what they’re doing.

“How does it feel to have your ass stretched, whelp?” Rafe asks the question. “I don’t hear as much mouthing off now, do I?”

“No,” I moan softly, my face burning with embarrassment.

“If you’re naughty, you’ll have your ass fucked. And guess what?”

“What?” I whimper the question.

“If you’re good, you’ll still take my cock in your ass,” Rafe says. “I haven’t forgotten the reason we were going to duel. This just gives me a better way to teach you some respect.”

“Stop frightening her,” Kirin pipes up.

“She’s not frightened. She just flooded my hand,” Einar says. “I think our little mate likes the rougher threats.”

I fucking love them, truth be told. The prospect of being fucked and made a little sore and sorry at the same time is actually quite appealing.

I don’t know why. The same reason my brain thinks it’s fun to break out of the academy and shoot Nile drones down.

I just like to be stimulated. I like danger.

I enjoy rough stuff. I grew up being thrown around the academy, after all.

“If you two keep doing that, I’m going to stop this vehicle,” Kirin says. “Save some for me.”

“She’s not a cake. She’ll keep.”

“She’s mate bonding with you assholes as we speak, and I should be part of that.”

“Fine. We’ll make her come one more time, and then you can be next. You can have her all to yourself. You can be the first one to…”

“To what?” I ask the question with a little bit of trepidation.

Einar tips my face up to his. “To mate with you.”

I feel my body flood with that pulse of desire again, making me instantly wetter.

Fuck, yes. I want to be mated. The van is an enclosed space and my sense of smell has always been keen, given I am a wolf underneath it all.

I can scent them, and myself. I am the most potent of them all.

My wetness, my virginal need is doing the sexual equivalent of hot boxing this van.

I think we’re all going a little crazy right now…

Boom!

The vehicle skids sideways as some kind of incendiary device hits it in the rear.

“They’re on us,” Kirin says. His voice is so neutral that the adrenaline spike that hit me first up subsides almost immediately.

“They are,” Einar agrees.

“Are they trying to get me?” I whimper the question. It’s hard to be brave when you’re naked and the fingers of two men just promptly exited your body due to an explosion.

“No, don’t worry. This isn’t about you. This is just what it is like living in Nile City.”

“You mean Eclipse.”

Rafe laughs. “This city has been called Nile by everybody who lives here for years. Only people who call it Eclipse are academy brats who either don’t come from here, or don’t know any better.”

“So what’s happening?”

Einar lifts me up and pats my ass, wrapping the cloak around me. “Go sit up front with Kirin. You’ll be able to see more from the passenger seat.”

“Put your seatbelt on,” Kirin says as I do as I’m told, climbing up and through the space where the center console is. He speaks in clipped, somewhat curt tones.

I think out of all of these guys, he likes me the least. He seems pissed off about the mate bond more than excited by it.

He doesn’t look at me, but I can’t take that personally.

He’s weaving through night traffic. There’s just a sea of lights ahead of us that somehow manage to be bright without actually illuminating anything.

Another shudder comes from the rear of the van.

“What is that?”

“Look out the wing mirror,” he says.

I look in the reflection and I see someone clinging to the rear side of the van with a vest and a sort of gun belt and a bandolier absolutely full of what I’m going to say are things that go boom.

They’re wearing face armor, so I can’t see much more than that.

Their clothes are shiny and black, and I bet they’d blend into the city really easily if it wasn’t for the neon highlights that keep zipping over them.

They’re keeping pace with the van by putting way too much faith in a pair of what I hope are over-engineered roller skates.

“Who is that?”

“Just a road pirate. Vans are targets for thieves. That’s why they have to be reinforced to withstand explosive charges. That asshole’s probably wondering why there’s not a hole in the side of this thing after two goes. Hold on. I’m going to scrape him off.”

The maneuver Kirin performs next is brutal in its efficiency; he swings the vehicle onto a footpath and drives so close to a building that the person clinging to the side doesn’t have a chance to stay on.

It’s jump or be mashed. They choose jump, I think.

There’s a brief flash of light that I suspect might be several of those charges going off at once.

I grit my teeth and let a sympathetic sound escape me. I think I just saw someone else die. That’s two in one day.

“Sorry, I’m not used to seeing things like that.”

“Trained by the academy and not used to seeing violence or death,” Kirin snorts. “No wonder the King’s Guard is so soft and useless.”

He’s such an asshole. I don’t know if it’s the fear, the death, or just him pissing me off, but all that arousal that was coursing through my body, making me compliant and willing is gone. It’s amazing how fast even the hottest guy can turn you the fuck off just by opening his mouth.

“Take that back!”

He glances over at me briefly. “No.”

“You’ve assaulted my honor. Take it back, or we will have that duel, and you’ve seen what I can do with a sword.”

“Hit someone once, then cry and run away?”

I let out an offended gasp. I can’t believe his nerve. “Fuck you,” I say. “We’ll be dueling. You won’t be laying a single finger on me, let alone any other part of your arrogant anatomy.”

There’s laughter from the back. I’m not sure if it is aimed at me, or if they think it is funny that Kirin managed to talk himself out of what I am sure was supposed to be easy and inevitable sex.