Page 34 of Savagely Mated (Shared Mates #1)

“Einar. Do you know where Darcy is?”

I hear the academy director’s voice coming down the line.

“Of course. She’s right here.” Einar looks at me. He hits the mute button and looks at me with a scowl.

“This is the part where you get expelled and the entire plan falls apart.”

The director pauses. “She has been summoned to the palace by the king.”

“Excuse me?”

“Einar?”

“You still have it on mute,” I remind him.

He unmutes the call and responds in a way I would describe as both curt and incredulous.

Rafe is staring at me like he just heard that I’m made of cheese, or something.

The general mood of the room is surprise and a little concern.

I’m just glad nobody’s beating my ass for doing more wrong and bad things.

I might actually be getting these three to the same point it took several years to get academy faculty to: accepting that they can’t actually control my behavior.

“She’s not ready to meet the king.”

“The king has decided otherwise.”

“When is she to be presented?”

“In the morning,” the director says. “She is to be taken to the palace no later than sunrise.”

“Very well. We will, of course, comply.”

“Yes,” the director says dryly. “Unless, of course, she is too busy in the slums of the city eating bandits.”

“She will be there,” Einar promises.

“I hope so. Good night, Mr. Bitten.”

The call ends, and the guys all look at each other with very serious expressions. Nobody is laughing now.

I’ve never seen Einar look this way before. He looks grave, and almost… heartbroken? I don’t know. The silence following the call feels so deep, and so complete.

“This could work in our favor. We could just do nothing besides deliver her to the palace. She’s bound to kill the king on her own accord. That’s the sort of thing she does. The worst, most reckless, destructive thing possible,” Kirin says.

His suggestion is not met with happiness. Instead, Einar and Rafe look at one another like two men who know they have just lost a game they have been playing to the hilt.

“Why don’t I just bring the true king with me, kill the wrong king, and hand Rafe his crown?” I smirk as I offer the solution. I don’t know why they look so miserable. Kirin’s right. Whatever is going to happen at the palace is not going to get the better of me.

“Do not mock us!” Einar growls. “Many have died and suffered in aiding this cause, as well you know. You are about to walk into the lair of the most dangerous man in Eclipse, and you are being flippant. Have you forgotten that you are still injured? And that we will be unable to protect you inside those walls? We can barely protect you from yourself out here.”

“I don’t need your protection. I never have.”

Einar takes a deep breath, as if he is trying to control himself. I know what he wants to do. He wants to punish me. He wants to whip me and fuck me and claim me and…

He grabs me, kissing me roughly. His kiss has a near magic effect in making my brain go blank, and the excitement that lives between my thighs expand all the way through my body.

His hand is fisted in my hair as he breaks the kiss, letting me go nowhere.

“If you are going to the king tomorrow, you will go with our seed inside you. You will go with our scent clinging to your most intimate places. There will be no doubt that you are taken, claimed, and marked.”

The mate bond makes me receptive. I don’t know if I have a choice. Between the lustful intentions of my mates, and my own incredibly intense physical responses, my mind is along for the ride, a muted passenger to what is certain to be a thorough ravishing.

“My turn, this time,” Kirin says. “Let me show you monsters how to make love to a woman properly.”

I giggle, a little nervous as I feel his full carnal attention on me. Kirin is a work of art, and being with him is beautiful. Whether we are in the countryside, or inside his home, he has a way of becoming the entirety of my vision.

My desire for him flowers and flows as he wraps me in his arms, draws me down onto one of the many couches in this room and proceeds to make tender, yet passionate love to me, his cock finding that flower between my thighs and making it bloom with pleasure as he surges inside me.

Rafe takes a position behind me, drizzling lubricant over my ass, massaging it into my cheeks and what is between them, introducing his cock once more to the tight hole nobody but him has claimed.

I am still wrapped around Kirin’s cock as Rafe makes his entrance, and it is Einar who comes to me last, his thick rod dripping with desire as he pushes his dick into my mouth. I am filled by my mates, each of them laying claim to one of my tight holes.

The moment could feel rough and filthy, but in the precise instant it happens, I instead feel completely possessed, as if my body belonged to them, and it was of no concern or worry to me at all.

“Look at me,” Kirin urges, kissing me deeply when I meet his gaze, having to pull my mouth from Einar’s cock to make that possible. Kirin has stilled his cock for a moment as Rafe works himself into me from behind, taking care not to hurt me.

“I love you,” he says, just as Einar slides his hand into my hair and directs my face back to his cock.

“I love you too,” Rafe growls in my ear as he works himself to the very base of his cock in my ass, claiming as much of that taboo territory as he can.

They are truly making their mark on me, ensuring that I will not soon forget what it feels like to be entirely claimed by my personal pack.

As Rafe gets more comfortable in my ass, Kirin starts to move inside my pussy again.

I can feel their cocks very nearly rubbing against one another through the barrier of flesh between those two holes.

There is something deeply intimate about this moment, as I suckle on Einar’s cock, and he strokes my hair with affection.

“Such a good girl,” he praises me.

“Oh, she likes that,” Kirin says. “I just felt a rush of wetness when you did that.”

Einar lifts a brow at me. “Well, that is a secret you have been keeping, isn’t it, Darcy?”

“Not that much of a secret,” Rafe grunts behind me. “She lights up when she thinks she’s been good.”

“Do you now,” Einar says. “Perhaps I already knew that. Perhaps you have always, in spite of everything, been our very good girl.”

His cock is occupying my mouth, so I cannot respond, but there is no doubt in my mind that he knows exactly what he is doing to me, the same way Rafe does as he works his hips in a surging arc and starts rutting my ass just a little harder.

Kirin is starting to thicken inside me, his knot beginning to show itself as I writhe all over his cock, covering him in my desire. I keep squirming and rutting, and I know that he is going to come soon because I can see the expression on his face, a stunning kind of surrender.

I discover what it feels like to have my pussy filled with my mate’s knot and his seed while my ass is simultaneously fucked. The sounds I am making cannot be entirely blocked by Einar’s cock. Instead, I make the wildest noises on his dick as he too, starts to fuck me with a little more urgency.

“You’re going to have cum in all of your naughty holes,” Rafe promises me. “You’re going to taste us. You’re going to be filled with us. You’re going to drip us for hours upon hours.”

I am too busy coming to those very hot fucking words and the even hotter fucking I am taking in order to respond. I feel like they are consuming me, like they are devouring me with their animal instincts.

Kirin’s cock is starting to slide from my pussy just as Rafe’s thickens in my ass, knotting big and hard in that tender place as he, too, lets his load fill me up. He reaches under me and rubs my pussy, taking the cum that is already spilling out of my lips and rubbing it back into them.

Einar pulls out of my mouth and comes, his cock fisted in his hand, his cum spilling over my breasts and nipples. He pinches them lightly and does just as Rafe is doing, rubbing his cum into my skin as if it is lotion.

I am on hands and knees, Rafe’s thick cock in my ass, my pussy being cupped in his big hand, my breasts covered in semen. I am a filthy little animal being used like one.

When Rafe’s knot subsides, Einar picks me up and slides me down on his dick. Just directly onto his cock as he stands in the center of the room and bounces my well-fucked pussy on his rod.

“You’re not going anywhere without my cum deep inside this tight little cunt,” he tells me as I pant up into his face, my helpless, cum-drenched body still taking yet more fucking.

“You’re mine,” he says. “Whatever temper you’re in, whether you want to be obedient or not. It doesn’t matter. I’ll love you no matter what happens. You have somewhere to belong, Darcy. Right now, you belong on my cock. Don’t you.”

He smacks my ass. “ Don’t you, Darcy.”

“Yes!” I wail as he fucks my aching pussy. I am going to be sore when this is over. I can already tell that Kirin intends to take me again, and Rafe is washing his cock so he can take a turn inside my cunt.

“You’ve got to share her,” Kirin reminds Einar. “You can’t just fuck her until she can’t take anymore.”

That is how I find myself on the couch, bent over the arm, my mates taking turns to take a few thrusts inside me before moving on and allowing the next to take his thrusts.

I like the way it feels. My pussy is being very well used, and I am being very well pleasured. Each time a new cock slides into me, they ask me whose cock it is. If I get it right, they play with my clit until I come.

“Who is it?”

“Rafe?”

“Good girl,” Rafe confirms, reaching underneath me to rub that little bud. He has agile, quick fingers that soon have me shaking and creaming all over his thick cock.

Another dick slides into my pussy. It’s not that the flesh itself feels different, but the way it enters me tells me which one of these men the cock belongs to. A hand is spread on my lower back, and the dick arches as it goes in, hips being rotated in an agile way.

“Kirin?”

“Very good,” Kirin praises.

He turns me over onto my back and keeps his cock in me as he strums my clit, playing my pussy like an instrument of orgasm.

I get a few more satisfying strokes before he pulls out, and Einar once again thrusts roughly into me, giving me a hard fucking against the couch until I scream in yet another orgasm.

One after the other, they swap me around for most of the evening. There is tenderness in between the roughness.

“I want to fuck your ass,” Kirin says at one point. “But not if it hurts too much.”

“It won’t,” I tell him.

He slides in slowly and proceeds to very gently fuck my ass as I whimper. It does hurt a little, but it hurts in the best way. It makes me feel small, and a bit naughty, as if I have to take his cock, as if I’ve been bad and need to be disciplined.

“Aw, baby, does it hurt?”

I nod a little. He has me on my back on the couch, my legs pressed up and over his broad shoulders, my ass full of his cock.

“Is your tight asshole sore with this thick cock in it?”

“Yes,” I moan.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Rafe growls.

“That’s right,” Kirin purrs down at me, kissing me sweetly. “It does, doesn’t it. Your poor, sore ass is taking another fucking, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Do you want me to stop?” He stills his hips briefly, his cock deep inside my butt.

I shake my head fervently and wriggle my hips.

“No. You don’t. You like it when I fuck one of your sore little holes, don’t you.”

I fucking do. It’s wrong and it’s hot and it feels good and it feels bad and it just makes me want another cock as soon as… Rafe’s dick slides into my whimpering mouth as Kirin finishes fucking my ass.

I suck on the head of his cock as I am thoroughly sexually dominated until I am so full of their cum I do not see how they could have another drop inside them.

It’s then that Einar sits on the couch and puts me over his knee. Not across it, but he spreads my legs over the fulcrum of his thigh, one leg on either side so my wet pussy is grinding against his muscular leg.

He starts spanking me, swiftly and sharply.

He doesn’t explain why. He just does it, painting my ass with heat and color, pausing every now and then to collect some of the cum that is still trickling from my pussy and spanking it into my butt.

“Good,” Rafe says. “That’s what she needs. That’s what I should have done to you the other day, when you decided you weren’t going to let me keep an eye on you. I should have spanked your ass red, shouldn’t I?”

“Mmmm… Maybe?”

“Yes,” Einar growls. “You should have. When this little girl disobeys, she’s really asking for a spanking.”

His hand falls harder and faster, until he is whipping me against his thigh.

I don’t know if I am going to come or cry. In the end, I do both. He spanks me hard enough for me to cry tears of release and absolution, both of which I really needed.

“Good girl,” he praises me as I start to sob. “Those tears are so pretty. They make me want to be back inside you…”

With that he picks me up and slides me down on his cock, sitting me on his lap and fucking me as if he owns me, because he does.

At some point, we start to fall asleep, still fucking.

I am caressed, I am spanked, I am filled, I am kissed.

I am told over and over again how owned I am, how precious I am, how much they love me.

And I am told that my pussy needs to be on one of their cocks, or I will be punished—but I think that’s just the lust talking.

We’re all losing control, letting loose.

I am submitting to them, trying to forget all the mistakes I have made, trying not to think about what might happen tomorrow. So when Einar pushes his cum-covered fingers into my mouth and tells me to clean them, that’s what I do.

My pussy is absolutely awash in their shared cum as I start to fade into sleep. I can still feel flesh moving in and out of me as I drift off, perfectly content and happy to be fucked by my mates for as long as they can keep it up.

Tomorrow is coming and it feels like sex is all that is holding back the dawn.