Page 67 of His Runaway Mate

She looks at me and her eyes gleam as they fill with tears. I so rarely see the softer emotion in her.

“But you know where I came from. And you know… you think I ate a truck driver.”

“You said you didn’t and I believe you. And frankly, sweetheart, you could eat a dozen truck drivers and I would not feel any differently about you. I love you. I adore you. You are everything to me.”

“Even though I’m a monster?”

“You are not a monster.”

“My father is.”

“Your father is sick. That’s why we don’t eat people. Humans make wolves sick if they are consumed. It’s not healthy. All sorts of diseases pass between us. He needs medical treatment.”

“You’re giving him medicine?”

We are giving him a lot of things. A hell of a beating first among them, but that is not all. The man has been an absolute nightmare to handle, but he is the least of my concerns now.

“If you did eat any,” I say, “you don’t have to worry. Self-defense is not the same as being feral. It would be best if you told me if you did take a little bite. The driver was eaten, the report says.”

“Maybe. But not by me,” she says.

“You can tell me if you took an experimental bite. I would not judge you.”

“There was nothing edible about that man,” she says. “I let my father think I had because I knew it would make him shut the hell up about human meat for a bit.”

“Then someone else took a bite. Maybe an actual wolf. It’s possible another scavenger is to blame.”

“Do you believe me?” She looks at me with vulnerable eyes and I know she needs me to believe her.

“Yes,” I say. “I do believe you.”

“Really?” She cocks her head to the side and gives me an intense look. “Because you can tell me if you don’t.”

“I do,” I say, cutting her further repeated questioning off with a kiss. “Now be quiet. I need to mate you again.”

* * *

Nicky

I have been bred. Again and again.

For the fourth time this day, Rex surges inside me, his knot holding us together as he pumps his seed into me. My body is fortified by the strength of the wild beast that lives inside me. If it were not, I think I would have had to have begged for mercy by now.

His lust is powerful and primitive. I lie on my back with my legs up over his shoulders; every part of me is so tender and so full, and he is not done with me. The moment I shifted and ran from this room I set in motion a chain of events that will not soon be undone.

My body is paying the price for my disobedience. Every moment of concern or fear he had for me is being extracted from my flesh.

“Don’t you ever run away again,” he growls as his cum fills my soaked pussy. “Don’t you ever disobey me, in this form, or your wolf state. You will be punished profoundly for any further deviations, do you understand?”

Pinned, impaled, stretched, filled, all I can do is whimper my understanding. His knot is starting to soften, but I know we are not done yet.

He promised me he would take another hole, and that…

He flips me onto my stomach, spreads my legs, and smears lubricant between my spanked cheeks. Between lubing me up, he spanks me again, reigniting the heat from earlier while his seed drips from my ravaged pussy. I don’t think I could take another drop of cum there. It is all being wasted now, spilling from my body and soaking into the sheets. This room is going to be just as ruined from sex by the time we are done with it, as it was originally ruined when I ripped up the bed and burst through the windows.

His cock slides into my ass, and I feel myself once again filled with him in the tightest, most sensitive hole I have. He goes deep and stills himself inside me, lacing his fingers through mine and lifting my hands up over my head so I am completely prone beneath him.

He fucks my ass slowly, deliberately. He makes me take his cock in a hole not designed for breeding or for my pleasure. This is an act of dominance that only holds charge because of the way he is using me.