Page 41 of Ruthlessly Mated
“I don’t know. Secret buyer through a back channel. But they’re paying fifty million, so I intend to deliver.”
“Fifty million?”
“Yes. Enough to never have to work again. Enough to be able to buy a fucking island if I want to, and fill it with ponies. Or buy a nice house in Eclipse City. The new king is very cool, I heard.”
We’ve all heard tales of the new king in Eclipse. He came to power recently amid a bloodbath led by his mate, a scrappy little thing who grew up barely knowing who she was. The story has been doing the rounds ever since the coronation. The king shares his mate with two others as well.
“I’m not giving up fifty million because of a little siege,” she says. “You can all run off, probably get taken out by the snipers they’ll have stationed. We have to stay here and ride it out. The truck is armored. We could probably drive it through a barricade if we had to.”
“Of course that’s what you want to do. Drive a truck through a barricade, going from a hostile city into the arms of an even more hostile army. We need to get out of here tonight. If you have to take the heart with you, fine. I assume there’s some way to get it out of the explosive block, otherwise it would be impossible to sell it to the buyer?”
“Well. Yes. But only I know how, and I’m not telling.”
“You are telling, or I will become your worst nightmare,” Conroy snarls.
“You’re already my worst nightmare. A bossy asshole with no instinct for profit.”
“The insurance on the port should pay out soon,” I say, interrupting in the hopes that they can be distracted. “We can find somewhere nice. A house in the country. Somewhere with rolling hills and open fields. Somewhere with a little school close by.”
Conroy is looking at me as if my head just fell off.
“Where do you want to raise pups, then?”
“The port, or my home den,” he says. “I don’t like the countryside. It’s full of bugs.”
“It’s also full of rabbits, and generally absent of the sorts of vampire predators and insane humans with silver coming out of their ears we’re currently dealing with. Your home den is inBorough City. Surrounded by people. After this? I want to stay away from humans of all kinds. They’re nothing but trouble.”
“Well, I am selling my ancient vampire maker heart and buying a house in the royal quarter of Eclipse City,” Kita repeats. “I don’t really care what the rest of you do.”
I find a flash of irritation beginning to grow in me. I know she is winding us up, but I also think she is lying to herself. Conroy can’t be left to handle her entirely on his own. She needs to know that we are presenting a united front on this, and every matter.
Kita
“Now listen here, you little shit,” Tailor growls at me, shocking me a little because he’s usually so calm and refined. “We are all in this together. There is no us and you anymore. There is all of us. The four of us. The sooner you understand that, the better.”
I give a little shrug, feigning nonchalance. “I don’t really work in teams, guys. Cool that you all ran a shitty illegal port together, but I’m the sort of woman who makes her own way in the world.”
“You have been claimed,” Conroy reminds me. “You’re ours, and your body knows it, no matter what foolishness you might want to emit from your mouth.”
My pussy is still aching from the thickness of his knot, and I know his cum is inside me, probably sparking life. I am being bred, over and over, but I don’t want to think about it, or admit it to myself. When he’s fucking me, I sink into the animal momentof it. I take his cock, and I don’t think. It’s the only time he’s bearable.
Conroy is an absolute asshole. He’s overbearing, he’s bossy, he thinks he owns me just because nature made him bigger than me and because he’s dominant with everyone. I kind of want to fight him. Maybe once I get Alexander’s maker’s heart sold, I’ll find some artifact relevant to him and steal that. Right now, my vengeance is coming in the form of theft and profit.
I thought Tailor was cooler, but now I am starting to wonder if he is just quieter. He backs Conroy up on everything, always taking his side.
“Sex doesn’t mean I owe you anything. It just means you fucked me a few times. So fucking what. It doesn’t matter. If I gave myself to every guy who pinned me down and fucked me, I’d…”
“You were a virgin when Conroy claimed you,” he reminds me, bursting my bravado. “Stop acting like this. I’m starting to want to spank you myself, and I know your ass is probably sore.”
“Fuck her,” Conroy growls. “She needs a good long claiming to teach her.”
“Maybe I will,” he says.
I squeak and try to put some distance between myself and him, but Tailor has me by the scruff of my neck and he’s bending me back over the kitchen table that is getting used to fuck me over more than it is to eat off. I curse and squirm and tell him I hate him, but that’s basically foreplay at this point. All he does is swat my ass hard and tell me to behave myself as he lowers my pants and underwear again, baring my ass.
“Look at you,” he says, his slightly refined tones holding something like disappointment. “Pussy dripping with your alpha’s seed, bottom bright red from recent punishment, and still you can’t manage to muster anything approximating obedience, let alone politeness.”
I hear him rustling as he frees his cock. “Let me see if I cannot aid in the art of adjusting your attitude,” he says. “You feisty little brat.”
