Page 20 of Savagely Mated

Einar does not laugh.

“I’ll spank your bottom and make you sorry,” he says, slowly making a stirring motion inside my pussy with his finger. “I’ll play with you, but I’m not going to give you orgasms on demand, you spoiled little whelp.”

I’m being chastised for wanting sex, which feels very unfair.

“If you don’t want me, I know who does,” I say, trying to push up from his lap. Einar pulls me back down quite firmly.

“I’m not ready to let you go just yet,” he growls.

“Maybe you’re not, but I’m tagging in, old man,” Rafe says. My movement toward him emboldened him, gave him functional consent. “Turn her toward you, spread her legs over your lap.”

Rafe gives orders quite naturally, I notice. He is not lacking in dominance, even though Einar is clearly the leader of this little band.

Einar does as Rafe says, turning me around to face him and letting my legs spread over his lap. The cloak is gone now. I am naked and straddling my abductor in the back of a van and very much hoping that someone fucks me.

That’s the thing about being a shifter. You never know who or what you’re going to be next.

I sense that Einar is hesitant at first, but he lets the other powerfully built man run his hand down my back from behind. He must be crouching in the bed of the van, not caring about being belted in safely as much as he does about claiming me in turn.

I feel Rafe’s fingers touch my pussy from underneath, as Einar holds me in place, like some kind of sexual chalice waiting to be filled. This is very wrong, but also very fucking hot. I am still a little sleepy, and something about those night chemicals makes me feel as though this isn’t quite real. It’s okay to let this happen, because it’s so far out of my realm of experience, I know that when the sun rises and the new day finds me, it probably won’t have happened at all.

Rafe’s fingers sweep up a good amount of my natural lubricating juices, then starts to play with the tighter, much more concerning hole down there.

“Hey,” I whimper.

“Hold her still,” Rafe says to Einar. “And spread her cheeks. Let’s see what having her ass played with does for her attitude.”

I bury my face in Einar’s neck and feel his big hands spreading my ass open. Rafe uses my juices to help my tight ass relax and soften for him, and before I know it, his thumb is pushing into my butt hole.

I let out a gasp of shock at finding myself twice impaled, one finger from Einar in my pussy, one thumb in my ass from Rafe. They work independently of one another, but they know what they’re doing.

“How does it feel to have your ass stretched, whelp?” Rafe asks the question. “I don’t hear as much mouthing off now, do I?”

“No,” I moan softly, my face burning with embarrassment.

“If you’re naughty, you’ll have your ass fucked. And guess what?”

“What?” I whimper the question.

“If you’re good, you’ll still take my cock in your ass,” Rafe says. “I haven’t forgotten the reason we were going to duel. This just gives me a better way to teach you some respect.”

“Stop frightening her,” Kirin pipes up.

“She’s not frightened. She just flooded my hand,” Einar says. “I think our little mate likes the rougher threats.”

I fucking love them, truth be told. The prospect of being fucked and made a little sore and sorry at the same time is actually quite appealing. I don’t know why. The same reason my brain thinks it’s fun to break out of the academy and shoot Nile drones down. I just like to be stimulated. I like danger. I enjoy rough stuff. I grew up being thrown around the academy, after all.

“If you two keep doing that, I’m going to stop this vehicle,” Kirin says. “Save some for me.”

“She’s not a cake. She’ll keep.”

“She’s mate bonding with you assholes as we speak, and I should be part of that.”

“Fine. We’ll make her come one more time, and then you can be next. You can have her all to yourself. You can be the first one to…”

“To what?” I ask the question with a little bit of trepidation.

Einar tips my face up to his. “To mate with you.”

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