Page 44 of Savagely Mated

She’s finally put two and two together and come up with four. Took her long enough. I would have thought it would have occurred to her a lot earlier, but she does have a tendency to concentrate on herself and her own experiences and what she wants rather than wondering what the rest of the world is doing.

“You shouldn’t have said that,” Einar growls at me. “She didn’t need to know that.”

“Let me fucking go!”

She’s freaking out. It’s not a surprise. The name given to our group has become synonymous with truly terrible things. We are quite literally the embodiment of everything she stands against. The panic on her face is quite real, as if she were a rabbit suddenly finding itself in a room full of wolves. But she is not a rabbit. She is a wolf too. She belongs here. Our cause is her cause; she just doesn’t know it yet.

Rafe takes her flailing and kicking and hitting him pretty well. I know she’d like to shift again, but she’s far too low on juice. Maybe I shouldn’t have told her. I know Einar had a plan to soft-roll that revelation out. It could have been months before she found out. But I believe in honesty. Okay, and a little chaos.

Rafe lets her work out her fury and her fear until she collapses in his grip, panting against him, entirely spent. The pancakes did not provide enough energy for her to actually escape any one of us, especially not Rafe. He is powerfully muscled, and very determined.

“Let me go! You big, stupid, fucking terrorist asshole!”

Oh. I guess she’s not actually done.

She beats her fists against his chest. I bet that hurts more than he’s letting on, though the way he’s smiling even more broadly than before, there’s a chance he’s enjoying it. He’s more twisted than he lets on. Has a real boy next door sort of relaxed appeal to him. But there’s nothing average about Rafe.

“I’m not letting you go, not now that I’ve got you,” he says. “And you’re not in any danger, so how’s about you stop freaking out like a first-year who believes everything the academy tells her, and learn a little something about the world you really live in.”

That settles her down somewhat. She doesn’t like the implication she’s indoctrinated by the academy, though that is absolutely what she is. She’s as perfectly programmed as any AI in this rotting city.

“Listen, sweetheart,” Rafe says, sliding his hand around down between her legs to snug her back against his body in what is obviously going to make her feel some kind of way, but isn’t explicitly sexual. “There’s a lot you need to know, and in time, you’ll know it all. But for now, you’re not in danger.”

“I’m not in danger… for now?”

She’s already blushing. I can see her hips squirming, pressing her mound against his hand. She likes the grip. I see him tighten it a little, squeezing her pussy comfortingly.

This woman is driving me mad with lust. Einar’s okay. He’s got it out of his system, but I don’t think I can handle watching this.

I get up and leave the room, the bitterness of desire making keeping my temper almost impossible.

Darcy

Kirin leaves, a sour expression on his face. I notice his energy shift. I feel it deep inside me, and I don’t like it. Rafe gets myattention back almost instantly by rubbing my pussy through my leathers. They’re thick, but I can still feel his touch.

“Don’t worry about him. He doesn’t like it when he doesn’t get his way. He’s spoiled, that’s his problem. The two of you have that in common.”

“I’m not spoiled. I’m an orphan raised in an institution with nothing. Fuck you, calling me spoiled. Mmmnnnngghhh…”

I trail off into a moan as I feel him squeeze my pussy. I am so wound up, and wet. I can feel it beneath my leathers. Being touched by these men, any of them, is absolutely mind-altering.

“Maybe you’re not spoiled. Maybe you’re just headstrong. And maybe it’s time you were spoiled. Maybe that’s why fate put you here, in our arms.”

Maybe I just want him to fuck me. Maybe that’s all I’m capable of thinking about when I’m sitting in his lap, feeling him flex around me, his arms wrapped around me, his hand…

Einar has gone too. I didn’t notice him leave, but I do notice that it’s now just me, Rafe, and the remains of the pancakes.

He lays me down on the table and pulls my pants down, gripping the sides with fisted hands and lowering them slowly.

“Do you want to be spoiled?”

“Yes, please,” I say. I don’t know exactly what he means by that, but I do know I want to find out. I let him peel my pants off me and expose my pussy.

Rafe makes a soft sound of something like sympathy as he looks down between my legs.

“Look at that pretty pussy,” he praises me. “Einar really put you through your paces, didn’t he? I can see how swollen you are, how wet you are… let me make it better.”

He lowers his head and I feel the lips of his mouth meet my pussy lips. I’ve heard of this before, but I had absolutely no idea that this would feel so very, very good.

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