Page 39 of Breed

I look him in the eye and I feel an odd kind of blankness. I think it’s because on some level, I know he is not my problem. He is so far beyond my pay grade I don’t have to argue with or attempt to fight him. Someone else will do that. Entire armies might be the ones to do that. All I have to do is be relatively pleasant and stay alive long enough to see that happen.

“Very perceptive,” I say, though it doesn’t come out quite the way I intended. There’s a note of sass, a kind of silent fuck off, you fucking idiot, that I just couldn’t help.

“We’re both very much looking forward to seeing what you have to show us,” Shan says, interjecting over the subtext of my attitude.

Wrath laughs. “You’re being far too polite, Shan. Worried about your human mate’s mouth?”

“I worry about all her orifices,” Shan deadpans.

A roar emits from the alpha, and even the volcanically predatory generals behind him smirk with amusement. I am the butt of this joke. I am their collective captive. I am the tender human sacrifice impaled on Shan’s cock and filled with his seed. I am the one who is being used for breeding purposes, and they all know it.

Hot shame rushes through me as it all comes rushing down on me, the realization as to their perception of my vulnerability. I am like food being played with, pushed around the metaphorical plate until I am devoured in the act of birth.

“Let’s go,” Wrath says, ignoring me.

My feelings do not matter here. That is fine. I am accustomed to my feelings being an irrelevance at best, or an amusement at worst. I content myself with following Shan into the rear of one of the vans. The volcanic twins take the wheel, while Wrath and Shan and I sit in the back.

The interior of the vehicle is spacious from my perspective. It has to be. These are tall creatures with tails, and they need the space. Wrath sits at the big seat down the back. It is plush and lined with leather and it looks comfortable. Shan sits on a bench style seat that runs the side of the van opposite the door and pulls me onto one of his knees to sit, wrapping his arm around me to hold me close and keep me contained.

We set off through the underground, which is not far from the surface, which makes sense, as the emissions from the combustion engine are no doubt poisonous. If one were to simply leave a few engines running, it would be possible to gas the entire underground warren of criminal dinosaurs to death. It’s a dark thought, but I suppose they’re aware of it. They probably have ventilation.

“Freedom is the only thing worth living for,” Wrath says.

I snort under my breath, an almost involuntary reaction.

“Yes, human. I know you have been denied yours. We have all been denied ours. What I am doing here is finding ways to make us all freer than we have ever been. You are a pirate, aren’t you? No different in criminality than any of us. You are no doubt wanted in a dozen galaxies.”

“Actually, I’m not wanted anywhere, because I’m not the sort to be caught,” I say.

Again with the ill-advised sass. I just can’t seem to help it. Wrath is a terror, but he is trying to make a connection with me, and I don’t want it.

He snorts. “You’ve been caught at least twice on this planet already.”

“That’s true. Harder to blend in when everybody is eight foot tall and covered in scales.”

Am I making excuses? Justifying my failings and my ego? Sure. Maybe. I didn’t think I had one, but maybe I just never really needed it. On the Mare, everybody knew I was a stealth expert. They didn’t question me. They celebrated me.

There’s no celebration of me here except for what my holes can or cannot deliver. I am being used in a very different way, and though it feels so fucking right when Shan and I are together in private, before Wrath it feels like a filthy, tawdry, demeaning thing.

“You know what it is to run your entire life.”

“We didn’t run. We sailed, and not away from our enemies, but toward new treasures. We didn’t hide like rats in a burrow.”

I know what I am saying is insulting, but I don’t regret it. Not until I see Shan’s face, anyway.

“Lettie!” Shan snarls my name, and in an instant I feel the van spin as I am tossed over his lap. He starts spanking me without any preamble, and because the suit I am wearing is basically a club outfit, there is close to no protection from his palm.

He spanks me fast and hard, and much more than I thought he ever would. His hand is like the world’s hardest paddle, and I am trapped writhing over his lap, my legs scissoring, my breasts nearly falling out of the top of this skin-tight suit. I gasp and flail, and I’d try to beg for mercy, but it is hard to get a word out when every new slap brings with it a fresh burst of impossible pain.

“You do not speak with disrespect. In fact, from now on, you don’t speak at all.”

I wail as I am thrashed. My orgasms in the previous hour or so have left me very tender and very sensitive. This punishment feels like cruelty, but it is probably cruelty I should have expected. Shan takes Wrath’s opinion of him deadly seriously. I have inadvertently gotten myself into about as much trouble as I think it is possible to get myself in.

I know that for certain, when Shan pulls the zip of my suit down and I feel it part, leaving my back naked. It is the work of a second for him to whip the arms of the suit off mine, and roll it down below my cheeks. I am more than half naked now in front of Wrath. I feel the underground alpha’s eyes on me as my mate whips my ass with his hand, catching my bare skin with terribly painful slaps that make my toes curl and my voice go raw with squealing.

Shan knows I am already sore. He knows I am brimming with his seed. Not all of it has come out of me yet. I have been dripping it into the suit.

“Shan!” I gasp his name as he puts one hand on the back of my neck, and the other down between my thighs. His fingers sweep along my slit, and then I feel the tips of his digits against not only the entrance of my pussy, but the tight bud of my ass.

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