Page 76 of Ruthlessly Mated
“I know you are all hungry. I know you have slept in the desert dirt for days on end, just inches from the scorching sun. You have suffered in myriad ways, but they are all about to pay off now. Go and feed. Remove this city from the face of the planet. After this evening, this tedious little collection of humans will be nothing but bones bleaching in the sun.”
The vampires are enjoying this speech greatly. They expose their fangs and they make a general hissing sort of sound that sounds like the rattle of a thousand snakes. It is unnerving. There shouldn’t be this many vampires in one place. One is more than enough.
“Go, my children!” Alexander booms. “Show them the wages of disrespect!”
Watching a vampire army assault a city is a sight nothing short of terrifying. They move so inhumanly fast, skittering across the desert like a plague of human-ish things. Humans would take probably four minutes to run that distance. Shifters might make it in two. The vampires seem to do it almost instantly, moving so fast they are more like blurs than obviously distinct creatures.
I hope wherever Damon is, he has some sense that there’s a whole lot of fun going on right now. I also hope he’s very, very far away, tucked up in that infirmary in the little town with the nice doctor. I hope he has ice cream.
Light flashes in the distance, looking like a whole lot of little white bright sparklers are going off in celebration. Unfortunately, that is not what is happening.
The humans are trying to shoot the vampires, because humans love shooting things. Humans and projectiles go together like cotton and candy. The vampires are getting shot and largely ignoring the bullets.
They go up the city’s barricades like spiders go up a bedroom wall, crawling as if they are on hands and knees.
“Alright,” I say to Tailor and Conroy. “I’m going to go in there, get the truck, and handle the situation.”
“You’re not going anywhere. I am going to get it,” Conroy says. “You are going to stay here, safely with your vampire.”
“My vampire?” I almost refrain from kicking him. Almost. I kick him right in the fucking shin for having the absolute nerve to call Alexander mine. He’s my violator, my abductor, my lifelongabuser. He’s the evil I cannot escape, the arrow that buried deep in my flesh—and Conroy says he’s mine?
“Some reason you’re acting out like a little brat right now?” Conroy lifts a brow at me. He doesn’t seem overly affected, because he’s a big masculine lump.
“He’s not mine. And I’m not his. And fuck you for trying to sideline me here when I’m the only person capable of driving the truck like it needs to be driven.”
“It’s a truck, Kita. Anybody can drive it.”
“I know how it needs to be handled. It’s my truck. I am going to do this.”
Tailor nudges him. “Let her drive. We can run protection. Three are better than two. If you go in to drive, there’s a chance not only will you be hit, or I am hit, but she might come in. Let’s just get her to the truck and she can get out.”
Tailor’s argument is sound, and it saves Conroy arguing with me further. Instead, he pivots to barking cautionary orders at me.
“Keep your head down. Avoid the crossfire.”
“Oh, so don’t get shot in the face? Solid advice, Dad, thanks.”
I gasp as I am picked up off my feet. Conroy’s fists are in the front of my vest, holding me in place as his eyes bore into me with dominant fury.
“I will not have you die,” he says. “So you are going to do what I damn well tell you, or the thrashing you will have to endure will be so painful you will not sit for a very long time.”
“I say we spank her now,” Tailor says. “She has a tendency to forget herself between punishments, and it has been days since she was shown her place.”
I shoot him a furious scowl. He’s fucking me over, and I don’t appreciate it at all. I was a little rebellious, sure, but that’s because my adrenaline is up.
“You can’t show me my place right now. You need me able to pay attention. You need me as on edge as possible. You don’t want me all dopey and post-orgasmic.”
Conroy pulls me close, cupping his hand underneath my ass and pulling me against his crotch. I can feel the hard line of his cock against my pussy as he snugs me into a position that is closer to sexual than disciplinary.
Holding me up with one hand, he uses the other to smack my ass nice and hard. I let out a yowl of pain and grind against him involuntarily as he starts to lecture me in a low, deep voice.
“I’m not going to let you come. I’m going to spank your ass, and I’m going to make sure you know how to listen to orders. There won’t be any more of this nonsense where you run away, make decisions of your own accord, do whatever you feel like at any time… and any of the other dangerous things you have done time and time and time again.”
His hand claps against my ass over and over again, sharp bolts of pain bursting through my flesh as he spanks me up against his body, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.
It is so easy for him to turn me on. It’s basically unfair. My stinging cheeks and my pounding pulse are combining to make my pussy wet. I wonder if there’s some way to get fucked here on the edges of the battlefield.
“Tell me you are going to listen, or I’m going to pull your pants down and spank your bare ass in front of everybody.”
