Page 40 of Ruthlessly Mated
“Ow, fuck, yes, fuck, god…”
The sound of a female wolf being given a good fucking tickles my instincts before I reach the house. A cool breeze flows from the desert, bringing with it the unmistakable sweet musk of feminine arousal. It is completely out of the realm of human senses to detect, but if they could, they would know for absolute certain that a werewolf was in their midst, being bred most mercilessly as far as I can tell.
I walk inside and sure enough, Kita is bent over the kitchen table, her ass reddened from a recent spanking, and Conroy’s cock deep inside her. The expression on her face is nothing short of ecstatic.
Those two may not get on outside the bedroom, or in this case, the kitchen table, but they get on very fucking well when they’re fucking.
I find myself smiling. It’s nice to see the connection building. And it is pretty fucking hot seeing her be taken roughly and firmly the way she needs to be. She’s so much softer, so much happier with a thick cock inside her.
He finishes inside her with a roar and pulls her down on his knot, keeping her in his lap with one arm draped around her waist. She is quiet for the moment, half-clothed, well-fucked, and trapped where she needs to be trapped.
“Give me some good news,” Conroy says, his voice pretty steady given the fact he is buried knot-deep in our mate.
“We can’t get out. They’ve shut the city and intend to enforce a quarantine. There’s a vampire army approaching. Alexander is on the march.”
“That’s not good news,” he growls while Kita squirms in place, looking quite pleased with the turn of events.
“Good,” she says. “Though it won’t be Alexander. He’ll still be in pieces. It will be his generals. If anything he’d be commanding them as a smear. Whoever is marching on the city, it’s not him. Alexander is going to take a while to get himself together.”
“You might be underestimating the regenerative powers of that vampire. He is ancient and while you did severely injure him, he wasn’t exactly a smear. He was more…”
“A puddle?” She giggles. I see Conroy wince because his cock is inside her malevolent pussy.
“Injured,” he says.
We are trapped in a hostile city with an explosive vampire’s heart, a population who want us dead, and a vampire who will not rest until he has reclaimed the relic and probably killed us just for good measure.
Kita has been smiling from the get-go, a smile that only widens as we discuss the many terrible ways in which this could all go wrong. As Conroy’s knot softens, she wriggles free, redressingherself by pulling her pants up over her cum-soaked sex. She barely blushes, she is so pleased with herself and this turn of events.
“Stop. Smirking,” Conroy growls, smacking her ass with the flat of his palm. “What is so damn funny to you?”
“This is perfect!”
“How is this perfect?”
“They’re going to open war with humanity. This isn’t going to go well for them, is it? One ancient vampire against an entire city of violent bigots? The outcome is predetermined. They’re going to meet their doom.”
I can tell that answer does nothing to calm Conroy.
“Sometimes love is being dragged into an elaborate revenge plot against an ancient evil, and I think we just have to accept that,” I interject in dry tones.
Conroy glowers at me. “You’re encouraging her. She doesn’t need to be allowed to fight vampires. She needs to be spanked, mated, bred, and taught that there is such a thing as a normal life.”
“Is that what the plan was? To keep her in the port and have babies there?” I am playing devil’s advocate now, a foolish thing given the devil needs no help in this matter.
“Why not?”
“You wanted to raise pups in a place where criminals routinely murder each other? Where would they have played? In the bar among the traffickers and the smugglers?”
“You really want me to breed you a litter?” Kita laughs. “They’d be the worst behaved, most feral little fuckers ever to draw breath. I’d make sure of it.”
Damon smirks by the stove. I didn’t notice him there. It’s amazing how he can blend in simply by being still. He is one of the most accomplished spies I have ever met. Conroy is not amused. I have worked out that Kita likes to wind people up. She’s putting on a show for Conroy’s complete lack of amusement.
“You’re going to be tamed,” he says, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her back into his lap. “And we are getting out of this city. We’ll leave the truck here, we’ll let the vampire kill these bigots, and we’ll escape in our wolf forms.”
“I don’t want to leave the truck here,” she pouts. “I didn’t go to all this trouble to leave it behind. It has a buyer.”
“Who the hell is buying the heart of Alexander’s maker?”
