Page 46 of Bred Mate
“Trust me, he deserved it. I did the right thing.”
“That’s… no, you definitely didn’t do the right thing.”
“I feel like I kind of did the right thing,” I argue a little more, just for fun.
I get a smack on the ass as a reward for that.
“Running off and committing crimes alone is not the right thing. I’m your mate. I should at least get a consulting role in your criminal actions,” he says.
I feel so warm, so loved, and so safe. I didn’t realize I was missing him as much as I obviously was. Having someone who has your back is a good thing. He’s right. I forgot about him. Not in the sense of not remembering he existed, but in the form of someone who might help. My main mode of being is just doing things alone. When something has to happen, I make sure it happens. Simple as that.
Now his cock is sliding out of me, and a hot spill of arousal and seed is slowly cascading down my inner thighs.
He lets me down to my feet, and I turn around and open the hut door, planning on leaving. To my surprise, I find myself lookinginto the faintly familiar face of a youngish man who looks a little like Karl, but also a little not like Karl.
“Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Gray,” he grins. “I’m Karl’s brother.”
Hot humiliation rushes through me. I am suddenly very aware of all the sexual intensity I have just indulged in, and the sticky residue that is starting to dry on the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. “Oh, my god. You heard all of that, didn’t you.”
“I wasn’t making an effort to listen,” he says, somewhat polite.
“You should have told me your brother was here,” I say, turning to Karl, who is grinning remorselessly.
“I forgot about him,” he says. “I forgot about everything except you.”
“That is not an excuse,” I say, smacking him in the chest.
“There’re a few gators out here,” Gray says, changing the subject. “Might have to shoot one or two in order to get back to the car.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve got this,” Karl says.
He turns, picks up Patrick’s body, carries it out the door and… there’s no other way to describe it, yeets it into the swamp. Several gators surface from hidden places and move toward it. The last I see of Patrick, he is performing a grotesque dance not of his own making. It’s going to be hard to get that sight out of my head, but I guess that’s satisfying in its own way.
“Let’s go,” Karl says. “Now.”
We make a dash through the swamp, sticking to the little pieces of dry-ish land that keeps our feet and other things we don’t want to lose out of the water.
When we make it back to the car, I let out a little cheer of excitement.
“We did it!”
“Yes,” Karl says. “We did.”
“Well, not so much,” Gray says. “We were trying to return Patrick to his father.”
“I wasn’t trying to do that,” Karl says. “And I don’t think Ellie was either.”
“We are going to have to ‘discover’ the body, and call the authorities, and let Rainer Katsoff know that his son did not survive the arranged marriage. He will be angry. I suggest the two of you disappear for an extended period of time,” Gray says. He’s very logical. Good for him. I am not.
“I don’t care if he’s angry,” I say.
“We need to burn the swamp cabin down too,” Gray says. “It is likely full of evidence that will suggest foul play.”
“Nobody is ever going to believe that I killed a man his size with my bare hands. They might not even think he’s been killed at all.”
“No, but they will find traces of you there, and when they find those traces…”
