Page 15 of Ruthlessly Mated
Finally, I take mercy on her, I rub her sweet little clit with the pads of my fingers with an insistent motion that demands her orgasm. I can command her body without a single utterance, and she responds like a well-trained mate.
She comes for me with pretty gasps and moans, her hands splashing the water as she reaches for my wrist and then for the side of the bath and then my shirt. Her mouth is hanging open in erotic desperation as her stomach muscles clench, her toes curl, and every part of her body is focused on reaching the peak I have both driven her toward and kept her from.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” she curses over and over, her voice sounding tight and desperate as she climaxes, pressing hard against my fingers, shaking from head to toe, and flushing bright pink with the unmistakable telltale signs of orgasm.
“Oh, my god,” she pants. “Oh, my god. Fuck. Oh, god. Damon…” She rests her wet head against my chest and clings to my shirt for several minutes, getting her breath back and enjoying the orgasm she very much deserved. I give her little kisses and reassuring rubs down her back, releasing her hair and eventually returning to the task of helping her bathe.
It’s not the same as mating her with my cock, of course, but that can wait. For now, I am satisfied with giving her pleasure, and while she finishes bathing, going back for her clothes and folding them and getting them ready for her to change into.
“Thank you so much,” she says when I return. “You’re the best. If I tell you something, will you keep it to yourself, or will you tell those other two?”
She’s dried and getting dressed now, pulling her bra on and snapping it in place. I like this little intimate moment, which in some way feels almost more connected than the rough sex Conroy subjected her to.
I give a little nod. I might not be saying a word, but I am promising my silence.
She leans in to my ear, and she whispers something.
Something terrible.
“Do you think differently of me now?” She asks the question as she draws back away from me.
I shake my head, though that is a bit of a lie. I don’t think differently, exactly, because I could not have thought of her in such a way at all. If anything, I think of her more now.
Conroy throws the bathroom door open.
“You got her cleaned up? Good. Bring her out here.”
“You’re an asshole, you know that?” Kita snaps at him. “This guy? This guy is nice as hell. He helped me get cleaned up. He helped me feel better. All you’ve done is rip my virginity away from me. And now you’re talking like you own me? You don’t own me. This guy has more entitlement to me than you do.”
“Did he mate you?” Conroy asks the question.
“No.”
“Then he doesn’t have more entitlement to you. I’m the one who has mated you. You belong to me. Now get your ass out here before I beat you again.”
Kita
He really thinks he’s the first man to ever look at me and feel entitled to me. He thinks he and his mates are the only darkcreatures on this planet whose instinct is to take what doesn’t belong to them and just declare it owned?
I’m not telling them shit about what is coming for them. They deserve it. And if they’re so smart, and so in control, then they can deal with it. Call it a test. A really harsh test.
I leave the bathroom and go and stand in the big living room area where Conroy and Tailor are present. There’s tension between the two of them. None of us planned this. They’re not any more prepared than I am. They were living together in a sort of bachelor pack, giving each other company and backup and living their lives like the animals they are.
“Alright,” Tailor says. “She’s here. You can go to bed.”
Conroy looks at him like he just said the most insane thing in the world. “Me? Go to bed? Alone?”
“You’ve had enough of her,” Tailor says. “She’s our mate. We all share her. You’ve had two rounds with her already. Back off, Conroy. Go to bed. Leave her to Damon and me. She can sleep with one of us. Or both of us. But not with you. I’m worried you’re going to damage her privates with your incessant rutting.”
Conroy growls audibly like the animal he is.
“Fine,” he says. “I will leave our mate to you two. Tomorrow morning, I will take control again, so you had best use her before then.”
“Tomorrow we will discuss things among ourselves and then with our new mate. She is an intelligent creature with thoughts in her head. She is not merely a piece of meat to be mated.”
“She’s a handful of trouble who can only be trusted when she’s impaled on a cock,” Conroy says. “I don’t need to know her any more than I do to know that.”
He’s actually very accurate, though I’d never admit it. Instead I look shocked and more than a little appalled. I think that will play well with Tailor. He’s a more refined man. A gentleman. He has some protective urge toward me, I can tell that already.
