Page 23 of Savagely Mated (Shared Mates #1)

K irin

The color drains from her face, as she looks around at us one by one, little pieces of information no doubt clicking into place. There’s an explosion of motion as she comes to a conclusion and decides to get the hell out of here. Pancakes, syrup, and coffee go flying, landing on a rug.

Rafe grabs her as she tries to run, swinging her up off the floor and then sitting back down, cradling her in his lap. It’s fortunate she’s smaller than us, relatively speaking, or this would be a real fight.

“Calm down,” he says. “You’re not going to be hurt.”

“You’re the Blood. You’re a terrorist group!”

She’s finally put two and two together and come up with four.

Took her long enough. I would have thought it would have occurred to her a lot earlier, but she does have a tendency to concentrate on herself and her own experiences and what she wants rather than wondering what the rest of the world is doing.

“You shouldn’t have said that,” Einar growls at me. “She didn’t need to know that.”

“Let me fucking go!”

She’s freaking out. It’s not a surprise.

The name given to our group has become synonymous with truly terrible things.

We are quite literally the embodiment of everything she stands against. The panic on her face is quite real, as if she were a rabbit suddenly finding itself in a room full of wolves.

But she is not a rabbit. She is a wolf too.

She belongs here. Our cause is her cause; she just doesn’t know it yet.

Rafe takes her flailing and kicking and hitting him pretty well.

I know she’d like to shift again, but she’s far too low on juice.

Maybe I shouldn’t have told her. I know Einar had a plan to soft-roll that revelation out.

It could have been months before she found out.

But I believe in honesty. Okay, and a little chaos.

Rafe lets her work out her fury and her fear until she collapses in his grip, panting against him, entirely spent. The pancakes did not provide enough energy for her to actually escape any one of us, especially not Rafe. He is powerfully muscled, and very determined.

“Let me go! You big, stupid, fucking terrorist asshole!”

Oh. I guess she’s not actually done.

She beats her fists against his chest. I bet that hurts more than he’s letting on, though the way he’s smiling even more broadly than before, there’s a chance he’s enjoying it.

He’s more twisted than he lets on. Has a real boy next door sort of relaxed appeal to him. But there’s nothing average about Rafe.

“I’m not letting you go, not now that I’ve got you,” he says. “And you’re not in any danger, so how’s about you stop freaking out like a first-year who believes everything the academy tells her, and learn a little something about the world you really live in.”

That settles her down somewhat. She doesn’t like the implication she’s indoctrinated by the academy, though that is absolutely what she is. She’s as perfectly programmed as any AI in this rotting city.

“Listen, sweetheart,” Rafe says, sliding his hand around down between her legs to snug her back against his body in what is obviously going to make her feel some kind of way, but isn’t explicitly sexual.

“There’s a lot you need to know, and in time, you’ll know it all. But for now, you’re not in danger.”

“I’m not in danger… for now?”

She’s already blushing. I can see her hips squirming, pressing her mound against his hand. She likes the grip. I see him tighten it a little, squeezing her pussy comfortingly.

This woman is driving me mad with lust. Einar’s okay. He’s got it out of his system, but I don’t think I can handle watching this.

I get up and leave the room, the bitterness of desire making keeping my temper almost impossible.

Darcy

Kirin leaves, a sour expression on his face. I notice his energy shift. I feel it deep inside me, and I don’t like it. Rafe gets my attention back almost instantly by rubbing my pussy through my leathers. They’re thick, but I can still feel his touch.

“Don’t worry about him. He doesn’t like it when he doesn’t get his way. He’s spoiled, that’s his problem. The two of you have that in common.”

“I’m not spoiled. I’m an orphan raised in an institution with nothing. Fuck you, calling me spoiled. Mmmnnnngghhh…”

I trail off into a moan as I feel him squeeze my pussy. I am so wound up, and wet. I can feel it beneath my leathers. Being touched by these men, any of them, is absolutely mind-altering.

“Maybe you’re not spoiled. Maybe you’re just headstrong. And maybe it’s time you were spoiled. Maybe that’s why fate put you here, in our arms.”

Maybe I just want him to fuck me. Maybe that’s all I’m capable of thinking about when I’m sitting in his lap, feeling him flex around me, his arms wrapped around me, his hand…

Einar has gone too. I didn’t notice him leave, but I do notice that it’s now just me, Rafe, and the remains of the pancakes.

He lays me down on the table and pulls my pants down, gripping the sides with fisted hands and lowering them slowly.

“Do you want to be spoiled?”

“Yes, please,” I say. I don’t know exactly what he means by that, but I do know I want to find out. I let him peel my pants off me and expose my pussy.

Rafe makes a soft sound of something like sympathy as he looks down between my legs.

“Look at that pretty pussy,” he praises me. “Einar really put you through your paces, didn’t he? I can see how swollen you are, how wet you are… let me make it better.”

He lowers his head and I feel the lips of his mouth meet my pussy lips. I’ve heard of this before, but I had absolutely no idea that this would feel so very, very good.

His mouth is hot between my thighs as he pleasures me with his lips and tongue.

It feels good, even though my pussy is sore and tender.

I feel my arousal increasing every time his tongue makes one of those delicate yet talented movements.

I am getting closer and closer to a climax that I think will be painful, but he stops before I can reach that point and looks at me with those passionate blue eyes.

“Do you want my cock?”

I make a whimpering sound. I don’t want to say no, but I cannot say yes. I do not think I can take another round of mating.

“I know,” he says, sympathetic. “Your poor pussy is so sore, but you have another tight little hole yet to be claimed. That one belongs to me.”

There’s oil nearby, a condiment for dressing salads, probably. Today, I am the one on the menu.

He takes me by the hips and turns me over on the table.

I reach out and take hold of the edge as Rafe positions me how he wants me, lifting me up a little so I am on my tiptoes with my legs partly spread.

This feels terribly filthy, especially when he drizzles pure oil down between my cheeks and begins massaging it against a part of my anatomy I really never thought anybody else would touch, let alone…

“Fuck!”

I let out a little gasp as his finger slides inside me, stretching and lubricating that tight hole.

“Relax,” he chuckles deeply. “This can feel very good, and I’d like your first time with me to be less damaging than your first time with my friend.”

I can still feel my pussy aching as he penetrates my ass. Pleasure and pain have an intimate connection in sex, it seems. I didn’t know that either.

Rafe takes his time playing with my butt, stroking his fingers in and out of that naughty hole. It doesn’t hurt. It feels good in a way I really did not expect.

“Such a good girl,” he praises me. I feel a flush of happiness rush through me at the positive reinforcement. If they ever work out that I respond to praise, I am fucked in an entirely different way than I am about to be.

He pulls his finger from me and growls softly as he presses the head of his cock against my virgin ass. Slowly, surely, and entirely deliberately, Rafe fills me up.

I let out a long, soft moan as he takes me, leaning down over me, his big hands covering mine as he covers my body and urges his hips forward to fuck me with passionate, undulating strokes. I feel his lips on the back of my neck, hot kisses that come with little bites.

Rafe’s loving is complete and intense, and twisted in the best way. He reaches under me and presses his fingers against my clit, rubbing against that tender bud as he starts to fuck my butt harder.

The sounds I make are soft and submissive and entirely animal.

I don’t know that I should be enjoying having my ass fucked quite this much, but the wrongness and the intensity, and the fact that Rafe is a very sexy older man who is claiming his mate, and the way my pussy is so sore from the rough, punishing ravaging I earned last night from Einar all combines to make me want to orgasm all over again.

“Such a good girl,” Rafe praises me again.

“See? When you do as you’re told, you can enjoy bad things sometimes.

I can feel your tight little ass gripping me, and look at the way you’re pushing back on my cock.

Do you like being fucked like this, Darcy?

Are you a filthy little whelp who needs her master’s cock in her ass? ”

“Yes,” I moan. “Yes…”

I am becoming practically incoherent as hot shame flashes through me, giving me the kind of pleasure that works both for my human mind and my animal side. I am being held in place, big hands on mine, big cock in my ass as Rafe fucks me to my climax, and his own.

“Fuck. Yes,” he grunts as he goes harder, slamming his hips against my ass, his balls slapping against my pussy with these harder strokes. “You’re all fucking mine, aren’t you. This hot little ass and everything attached to it belongs to me.”

He is possessive and he is absolutely dominant, and I can feel the bond between us being made even more solid. I know I am connected to him now. I can’t pretend I don’t belong to him.

“I’m going to fill you up,” he growls, his voice thick with lust.