Page 27 of Brute's Mate

And I have every intention of stripping her naked.

I turn to face my future mate, and I focus on the tears that coat her face. She’s not crying anymore, but she’d shed a few tears earlier in the corridor. Why? Why was she crying? Doesn’t she understand I’ll take care of her?

With careful movements, I guide her to sit on my lap, then I cup her face and slowly kiss away her tears. She sucks in a quick breath but doesn’t evade my attentions. She sits still, her bottom pressing down on my erect shafts, and peers at me with what I can only surmise is a conflicted expression. I sense she’s tempted to lose herself in my arms and seek comfort, but I also sense she’s fighting an internal battle against her desires.

A battle she’ll eventually lose.

Because I won’t be denied.

Jenny will belong to me. Soon.

Though I’m eager to take her now, I know I must time the taking of her properly, and I growl inwardly at the thought. I cannot carry her off and rut her when tensions are so high between our people. Theheartbond. I must be mindful of the heartbond. If the bond starts to develop between us and I’m consumed by the mating fever, I won’t be able to easily tear myself from her side for days.

I must wait until the time is right. Until there’s a lull in the tension between our people. Until I’m certain I’ll be able to properly devote myself to the formation of the bond. I must be ready for when the ancestral markings begin to appear on Jenny’s arms.

If I claim her during a dangerous period, perhaps when another rebel attack is imminent, I’ll be distracted by the bond and won’t be at my best as I face down the threat. I can’t fathom the shame of failing the Darrvason Empire in such a way. Especially when I’ve spent my whole life trying to prove I’m nothing like my foolish, reckless father.

Jenny shifts on my lap, and a small whimper leaves her throat. The enticing aroma of her feminine heat beckons me, and I soon slip a hand down her pants, desperate to touch her. Desperate to feel her slick warmth and hear her moan as I slide a finger into her chasm.

Her fingers dig into my arms, and she gasps as she gyrates her center upon my hand. I’m pleased that she’s no longer resisting. Pleased that she’s no longer fighting me, though I did enjoy hearing her scream.

I push a finger into her tightness and groan at the sensation of her pussy clamping down on my digit. Again, I’m unable to drive deeper than my second knuckle. She shudders and continues undulating her center into my hand. I drag my thumb over her engorged clit as I add a second finger to her taut, wet channel.

Her mouth parts on a huge gasp, and I take the opportunity to push further into her depths, until I meet a bit of fleshly resistance. I thrust in and out of her pussy, nudging the barrier a bit harder with each rapid drive. My cocks, I decide. I want to rip through it with one of my shafts. When I first claim her. On the day she officially becomes my mate.

I withdraw my hand from her pants and set her in front of me, standing her between my spread thighs. She trembles and her breath keeps hitching, and her face is beautifully flushed. Meeting her eyes, I lift my hand to my lips and lick her essence from my fingers.

My feral growl echoes down the corridor.

Star Gods. The taste of her… it is divine.

Her blush deepens, and my gaze lowers to her center. One taste isn’t enough. I need more. I need everything.

With rough movements, I yank her pants and panties down. Then I remove her shoes quickly before forcing her to step out of the garments. When she starts to protest, I aim her a scolding look that makes her go instantly silent. I remove her shirt and bra as well, nearly ripping them in my eagerness to get her entirely naked. I toss her clothing items on the adjacent bench, then settle back in my seat and take a long, leisurely look at my female.

Stunning. She’s so stunningly gorgeous that for several long moments, I can’t form words. I can barely form coherent thoughts. All I can do is take in the beautiful sight of her as my need for her heightens.

“Turn around, little female. Show me your bottom. I want to see if your cheeks are still red from the spanking you received.”

Her eyes widen, and I think she’s about to refuse, but she eventually obeys, turning around to show me her shapely buttocks.

The center of each cheek is tinged dark pink, though her backside isn’t as inflamed as I imagined it would be. I rise to my feet and stand behind her as I cup her bottom. I lean over her and allow my tongue to trace one of her earlobes. A shiver rushes through her tiny body.

I squeeze one of her cheeks. “Your bottom is still a bit pink. Given how rude you were to me as I oversaw the installation of the video comm in your quarters, I am inclined to think I didn’t spank you hard enough. Clearly, you are in need of a lesson in manners.”

She gives a derisive snort. “Manners?Youwould dare lecturemeabout manners? You cannot keep your hands to yourself, and you will not take no for an answer, yet I’m the one lacking in manners?”

I wrap an arm around her waist to hold her still, then deliver two sharp swats to her ass. She cries out and dances in place, unable to escape my grasp. She attempts to shield her buttocks, and I growl in warning. “Move your hands, little female. I’m not finished reddening your bottom.”

With a distressed whimper, she complies, and I once again cup her backside, moving from cheek to cheek as I caress and squeeze her flesh, wanting to make her feel the full sting of the smacks I’d just delivered before I continue thrashing her.

I settle on the bench and draw her over my knee, forcing her thighs to part wide as I expose her nether region. She doesn’t fight the new position, but she makes another displeased noise in her throat.

“I think I prefer you like this as I spank you, little female.” I stroke her ass, admiring the fresh splotch of red in the center of each cheek. “Draped over my knee with your thighs parted so wide I can easily glimpse all your feminine charms. Your slick, swollen pussy, and that adorable puckering hole of yours. There’s a bit of arousal glimmering on your inner thighs as well. You’re becoming so very wet and excited, aren’t you? And look at this engorged bit of flesh.” I tap at her clit, and she emits a keening cry as her center undulates.

“Now, where were we?” I grasp her left butt cheek. “I believe I was preparing to spank you, little female.”

“Please don’t.” She peers over her shoulder with a pleading look. “I-I’m sorry I was so rude to you in my quarters. Please don’t spank me.” Her lower lip quivers, taking me aback. “The pain. Please, I can’t stand the pain.”

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