Page 16 of Merciless & Mated

“This shade of pink right here,” he said, caressing the warm flesh of my ass, “is my new favorite color.”

His hands came down on both cheeks at once and I didn’t keep silent for that one.

“That counts as two,” I gritted out.

“What do the numbers matter?” he asked. “We’re going until tears, not a certain amount of hits.”

His palms pressed into my hips and pulled me back as his hips flexed and my breath stuttered at the increase of pressure, his knot already buried achingly deep and trying for more. I bit my lip until I tasted copper to stifle the whine that tried to crawl out of my throat. The sound unleashed in full with another strike. The stinging warmth wasn’t completely unfamiliar except that it was focused in one spot instead of through my entire body like when my heat rolled in.

Marco kept up an erratic pattern, never letting me get used to it, and mixing up those spanks with the delicious rocking of his hips. Every time my pussy contracted around his knot meant he was going to be rooted there for a little longer. It was a distracting comfort.

I squirmed while spread out across him, cursing his name as the warmth bloomed into a sharp stinging that warred with a throbbing ache before spilling entirely into a pain that had my cheeks soaked and my muscles trembling. My pussy didn’t get the memo the rest of me didn’t like this. There was so much slick trapped inside me that I could tell by the scent it was starting to slide free as the pressure overwhelmed the seal.

“That’s it. Let all those tears out.” His hand cracked against my ass one more time and I broke into a racking sob. He leaned forward, pressing his stomach against my tender ass and wedged his fingers beneath me to stroke my clit. I jolted at the first contact but I was so fucking overwhelmed I didn’t even try to fight. My whole body was alight with warmth. It was different from my heat, but no less potent.

I shifted to give him a better angle even as I couldn’t keep control of my sobbing. All that pain had scooped out everything inside me, leaving me hollow. Desire and pleasure rushed in to fill the vacuum of my emptiness. I let myself scream when Marco wrung my orgasm from me and gripped my ass cheek just as I hit the high.

“You’re giving me so many new favorites today, hellcat. That sound is going to haunt my dreams.”

I couldn’t make my brain work enough to formulate a response. Marco’s fingers kept up their wicked work, unraveling every thread that kept me tethered to reality. I felt like I was going to float away and the only thing keeping me attached to the ground was Marco’s knot buried inside me.

After the next orgasm swept through me, Marco finally took pity on me. I melted against his legs, breathing like I had been through a marathon. Every inch of me was covered in sweat, my nerves so confused about whether I was in pain or steeped in pleasure. My brain was pretty confused about that too. I clung to Marco, using my grip on his ankles to ground myself just like the knot in my cunt, until my breathing smoothed out and his knot finally went down enough that he could push at my ass to slide me off him. I hissed at the contact but was too exhausted to protest much more than that.

“Come here.”

I didn’t move.

“Come. Here. Or I’ll have to remind you what happens if you’re going to be disobedient.” His palm pressed slowly against my ass cheek and I summoned up just enough energy to pull away.

The task of turning around to face him was gargantuan. Every bit of me was depleted.

Once I had succeeded in rolling off him, he gathered me up, saving me the effort of moving further. I shivered, clutching him to me and burying my face against his throat. Bourbon and smoke filled my lungs and my peach tea responded in kind, floating off my skin like a cloud.

My omega instincts didn’t care that he had hurt me. They cared that he had given me pleasure and that he was holding me now. My purr rumbled like thunder and I fell into the black void to the sound of his heartbeat.

CHAPTER 8

MARCO

She was so…pliant wasn’t exactly the correct word, but she had gotten considerably softer since her discipline. Sometimes it worked to let all of that anger and pain out, and sometimes it backfired, creating more. This time it seemed like it was a success.

I didn’t want to have to stand between her and Bianca for no good reason. Bianca didn’t need any provocation, which meant the easiest way to protect Gianna was to make sure she truly understood she shouldn’t put herself at risk for nothing. I could have left it with just the pain, but dousing her in pleasure along the way and finishing up by undoing her meant that she could learn her lesson in a more pleasant manner. Omegas were sturdy so I wasn’t particularly worried about actually hurting her, certainly not with just a spanking, but it was nice to know she would heal quickly afterward. I wanted the knowledge of discipline to linger, not the pain.

She hadn’t slipped back into a spike for more than a day, which meant I was running out of time with her here. Bianca would be expecting me back tomorrow at the latest, but neither of us were recovered enough from the heat to face the head of the Gallos.

Gianna’s purr stuttered to a stop and I glanced down to find her eyes opening.

“She lives,” I said with a quiet laugh.

“Fuck off.” The words didn’t have the same potency as they had a few days ago. She rolled onto her back and stretched luxuriously, wincing as various muscles reminded her she needed to keep still and rest. “Food?”

I put in an order for pizza and she pawed at me.

“Chicken strips and fries too? And some root beer.”

“You have the palate of a toddler.”

“Fuck you. I need the calories.”

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