Page 71 of Ruthlessly Mated
“I am not pleased with you,” I say. “You shouldn’t have left us at the doctor’s. It resulted in Tailor’s capture.”
“And yours.”
“Yes, and mine.”
“I’m sorry. I really didn’t want you to come after me. I wanted you to just let me go. I figured, if I did enough terrible things, you’d realize I wasn’t worth it and then you’d lose interest and then you could go back to your lives and not worry about me…”
I grab her by the arms and give her a not so gentle shake. “You are our mate, Kita!” I snap. “We cannot abandon you. We will die for you. You need to understand that. This is non-optional for any of us. We are dedicated to you. The choices you make can get us killed.”
Her eyes widen and fill with tears, but I am not going to give her any respite. She should feel guilty. Tailor is dead, and though I am not going to make that announcement this minute, the truth is she and I could easily be the last ones standing at this point if the doctor was wrong and Damon did not survive his injuries.
“You should have let me go.”
“There’s no letting you go. We cannot get out of this. We are in it. You are in it. So fucking stop acting like a spoiled little girl and get your head in this game.”
I expect her to growl or pout or perhaps cry. But that’s not what happens. She turns pink. A very particular shade of pink.
She’s flushed.
“You’re kidding me,” I growl. “That turned you on?”
“No,” she lies.
“Yes. It did.” I clutch her jaw in my hand. “Is this all about getting some attention?”
“No,” she lies again. “It’s about saving you from me. It’s about keeping you from…”
Kita
I trail off, because the expression on Conroy’s face is making talking absolutely impossible. He’s glowering so fiercely it feels as though my words are stuck in my throat, unable to emerge.
“You…” he draws in a breath and growls at me. “Are lying.”
“I would never.”
There is a darkness, a sorrow, and an intensity behind his eyes that I haven’t seen before.
“You are. You wanted to run, maybe, but you wanted to be caught and kept, too. Consider yourself caught. Consider yourself kept.”
His hands slide down to my hips and he pins me against the wall. His thumbs hook in my pants and draw them down. He’s getting me naked in the vampire’s dungeon; he’s playing right into Alexander’s plan. Our instincts are going to take over and there’s nothing I’m going to do to stop it.
“This was un-fucking-necessary,” he growls. “Running? Getting caught? Getting…” He pauses and doesn’t finish the sentence. Instead he kisses me furiously and spreads my legs by kicking them open. Before I know what is happening, he’s hoisting me up and thrusting inside me, claiming my tight pussy in one long, passionate stroke.
“Eyes on me,” he murmurs, clasping my face in one hand. “I want you to keep looking at me while I punish this pussy. Thishole that I own. This breed-able little fucking cunt that should never have gone anywhere, and will never go anywhere again.”
He is mad. He is mad and he is right to be.
I fucked up. I ran and I got him caught.
And now he’s fucking me and that’s because I deserve to be fucked. I deserve to be punished. I deserve to be hurt. I probably deserve to die, but that’s not going to happen. He’s going to protect me. Even though I don’t deserve it.
His cock is so deep inside me, stretching me wider and wider, the knot at the base making my inner walls submit to him in that primal way only a wolf can make them submit.
He is my alpha, and I am his mate, and when his cock is buried inside me that’s all I can think about.
“I’ve got you,” he says. “And I’m going to make you a good little pup. I’m going to make you belong to me, and I’m going to give you everything you never had. You’re going to be safe. And you’re going to have rules. You’re not going to be left out of my sight.”
He does not rut me long, but he does fuck me hard. It is a quick, rough, and punishing interlude that has an urgency to it. We are both seeking refuge in physical connection, clinging to each other with animal desperation, mating in the face of almost certain death.
