Page 45 of Bred Mate
“And you didn’t think I needed to hear that?”
“I was busy,” she says, lifting her chin with more attitude than I intend to accept from her. “I would have gotten around to talking to you soon.”
His jaw clenches. “You don’t seem sorry to me.”
“That’s because I’m not?” I answer before I think too much about it. I’ve been fucking with my captive for days, getting my revenge for the awful things he did and intended to do to me. I’m not exactly in a submissive headspace.
“Oh. Well. Let me help you then,” he growls, snatching me up.
“What are you going to do? Thrash me? Fuck me?”
“Yes. That sounds like a damn good idea,” he agrees.
“There’s a dead man in the room.”
“I don’t care. You should have thought of that before you took that tone with me.”
He turns me around, throws the dress I’m still wearing up over my hips, unzips his pants, and pulls me onto his cock faster than I thought that could happen.
I let out a shriek of surprise as he bends me forward with one hand on the back of my neck and fucks me roughly and possessively, like my body is his to use.
There’s a dead man in the room who wanted to treat me like I was his to use, but that man did not have any of the animal charisma or connection that Karl has. Feeling his cock deep inside me is a physical reminder that even though I’ve lost the forest I tried so hard to keep, I do still have one home—him.
“Asshole!” I curse at him.
“Say that again, and that’s where you’ll be taking this cock,” he promises me. His mood has improved, but he’s still deep inside me and using one hand on my hip, the other on the back of my neck to pull me all the way down on his dick.
I don’t say it again, mostly because I don’t have the ability to form words. I had forgotten how intoxicating sex with him is. He’s my mate, and when he’s inside me, I know it. My pussy responds to him with rushes of excitement and lubrication, and easy submission that allows me to take every rough, dominating thrust he has for me.
“I’m going to breed you,” he growls. “I’m going to give you another dose of cum to teach you who you belong to. You forgot. I won’t let you forget again.”
He is already knotting inside me. I can feel him getting thicker and thicker, stretching my pussy wider than any man ever could. I am going to be trapped on his cock once he breeds me, and the idea of being full of his seed again is making my clit throb.
I didn’t realize how much I missed him until this moment, with my entire body being rag-dolled around his cock. My pussy is aching, and I am about to…
“Fuck” he grunts. “Fuck, yes. Fuck.”
He pulls me deep and starts coming inside me, the hand that was on my waist now finding my clit, his fingers strumming until I start to contort and writhe, now completely trapped on his cock. This is devious and unfair and it feels so good I can’t do anything besides what he wants me to do—come.
With me trapped on his knot, he wraps his arm underneath my thighs and holds me up. When he speaks, he is growling in my ear.
“What do you have to say to me?”
“Sorry?”
“That’s part of it,” he says. “It’s a start. I want to hear more from you, my mate.”
My head feels like it is full of warm liquid, like my brain melted down in the midst of orgasm and I am just sort of floating. I don’t exactly know what he wants from me.
“You want me to tell you I missed you?”
“You better, you fucking little… animal,” he says. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” I say. “But I was busy.”
I feel him take a deep breath. My entire body moves with the motion of his.
“You’re too damn used to doing everything on your own. That’s your problem,” he says. “The second you got on your own, you didn’t even consider contacting anyone else for help. You tried to do this all on your own. That’s not how your life is anymore. I am your mate. If another man tries to marry you, you call me. You don’t drag him into a swamp and torture him for a week.”
