Page 37 of Savagely Mated

I do what I always do.

I run.

This time, they give chase. One. Two. Three. Four of us flow out the kitchen window and into the night. I am terrified, but I am also excited. Strange how those two feelings seem to be so intimately entwined in so many things.

I am being hunted and herded.

They are just as fast as I am, faster actually. No matter what I do, there they are. I run, they run. I turn, they turn. I am rushing around a big lawn with all sorts of trees manicured neatly, and I am trapped.

Finally, they lose interest in the chase and one of them ends it. I don’t know how to tell them from their human forms right now.I can’t even really see them properly. I have the panicked sight of a hunted animal, taking in no details, looking only for escape.

Powerful jaws come down on the back of my neck, and I feel my animal self flowing away. I can’t hold the transformation long enough. I don’t have the energy, or the strength, or the practice.

Now it is me, and three naked men in the stately grounds of Kirin’s mansion.

Einar grabs me and smacks my ass hard with the flat of his palm, jolting me out of sleep.

“You don’t listen, do you?” he growls at me, shaking me.

“Daddy’s mad,” Rafe grins.

“Oh, he’s very mad,” Kirin agrees.

They surround me, naked, powerful. Rafe’s body is incredible. He looks like a thicker, more powerful Michaelangelo’s David. He’s built like he was sculpted by a hand who appreciated male beauty more than anything.

But it is Einar I have to worry about, the leader of this pack, the one who has handled me the most and now smacks my bare ass again, hard enough to make me cry out. He pulls me up against the muscular naked lines of his body and one arm wraps around the back of my neck as he kisses me roughly. I feel his cock pressed against my belly, a hard, dangerous thing.

“You’re mine. Ours,” he repeats, his teeth snapping against my nose. “There’s no running, and there’s no escaping, and if you ever try either of those things again, I will whip you as you have never been whipped before. Do you understand me?”

Pressed this close to him, our naked bodies sparking against one another, I feel the weight of those words. My mind wants to rebel, as always, but my flesh knows better. He’s telling the truth. I belong to him… or I will, once he claims me.

“You’re going to start listening to me,” he lectures, smacking my ass again, jolting my pubic mound against his cock. “Or you’re going to be the very sorest, very sorriest female whelp I’ve ever encountered.”

He is so much bigger, older, stronger. I let out a whimper of what truly is fear, and a tear escapes the corner of my eye.

“You’re scaring her,” Rafe says. I can’t tell from his tone if he thinks that is a good thing or a bad thing. They are wolves on the hunt, and the state of their prey does not matter.

“Good. She needs to be scared. Nothing else has made her obey.”

I gulp. There’s something different in his eyes right now. The generally controlled man is gone, replaced with a monster. I’ve awoken the beast in Einar. I’ve found the anger of the alpha, and I don’t think I like it directed at me, not one bit.

“You deserve to be ravaged right here,” Einar snarls at me softly. “You deserve to be laid down on this grass and to have your pussy fucked by each one of us over and over until you understand exactly what you are, and where your place is.”

I feel a rush of heat in my loins as he says those terrible, terrifying things. I am so fucking aroused. But I also burst into tears. It’s too much. It’s too intense.

That brings Rafe and Kirin forward, interposing themselves. Rafe takes Einar by the shoulders, while Kirin draws me away and into the sheltering curve of his arm.

“She’s just a baby, ease up. Don’t you want her first time to be good?” Rafe says to Einar. “It can’t be like this.”

“She wants it to be like this. She wants to be hunted. She wants to be pinned. She wants to be bred,” Einar snarls. He is breathing heavily, but I don’t think it is because he is unfit. I think it is from the physical effort of holding himself back from what he really wants to do to me.

“Get her out of here, Kirin,” Rafe says.

“No,” I say, pulling my arm out of Kirin’s grip. I resist being taken away. As much as I am afraid, I don’t want to run. Something inside me tells me that would be a mistake. It’s always wrong to run from a predator. Running just makes them want to chase.

“Do it,” I say.

“Do what?” Rafe and Kirin ask the question almost simultaneously. Einar doesn’t ask, because he knows what I mean. There’s a challenge in those two words. If he wants to be a beast, he can be a fucking beast.

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