Page 8 of His Runaway Mate

“Fuck you.”

He pauses, then chuckles. “Do you like pain, whelp?”

“Fuck off.”

Crack!

That belt lands again, and I cry out. I want so badly to resist the pain, but that searing hot fucking lash is enough to break my stoicism.

He’s chuckling as he punishes me now. Asshole.

* * *

Rex

I did not think I was going to have this much fun when I came here. I expected to quibble over specific terms in a document that even I can be barely bothered to read. I thought, at best, I’d get to beat the hell out of a little smartass wannabe alpha.

I guess, on some level, I am doing just that. But it is far more enjoyable, and I feel much more tender than I anticipated.

I like this girl.

Even more than the mate bond, I like her.

Her ass has got to be burning right now. It’s hot and red and I can tell by how responsive she is, no matter how hard she tries to hide it, that she’s feeling every bit of it. She’s brave. And she’s bold. And she’s going to make beautiful babies for me.

She’s soaked, too. Her arousal is tracking from her pussy and smearing on her inner thighs. I can’t take my eyes off her, the curling blonde hair doing nothing to hide the swelling of her lips. I haven’t touched her there yet. I don’t want to reward her. I like this state she’s in right now, starting to learn a lesson.

I could fuck her right here, mount her in the office she had the gall to try to kick me out of. But I want her to come the first time I breed her, and I do not want her to come today. She’s been a bad girl, and bad girls do not get orgasms.

She’s had enough of the belt, but I don’t want to let her up, not yet. A lot of the punishment is keeping her in position, exposed and sore. Teaching her that this is a consequence. She might learn to obey me quickly, then this would be more of a recreational occurrence. Or, more likely, I’m going to have to handle her more often than not. The idea excites me.

“You’re in heat,” I tell her.

“I am not,” she denies immediately, sniffing as she does.

But we both know she is. Her body is producing hormones at a prodigious rate, a reaction sparked by my presence. I’ve heard female shifters talk about this before. The first time she meets her fated mate, her body begins making her incredibly fertile. The effect will compound over days with full contact between us, and will become even more pronounced once she is mated.

A less patient male would have his cock inside her already, knot swelling in her tight pussy. I want to maintain more control than that rough penetration would allow.

* * *

Nicky

I feel like I am losing my mind. My ass is burning, my eyes are full of tears, and I am absolutely soaked with arousal. This brutal alpha has turned me into an animal.

He’s got me pinned down without a shred of dignity. He knows exactly what is happening to me. I can’t even pretend that it’s not. My body keeps betraying me, making my reactions entirely undeniable.

I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t know what I can do. My hips are gyrating like I’m begging to be fucked. Maybe I am begging for it. I don’t know. I never really even knew what it felt like to want it before.

My pack calls me the ice queen. I have a reputation as being completely uninterested in sex. That’s kind of normal in our world. Female shifters often don’t cycle until they meet their mates. Our bodies are a little easier on us than full human females that way. It’s pretty much the only way it’s easier, and I think it’s about to get harder. A lot harder.

Click. Click. Click.

That’s the sound of more than one weapon being cocked. Rex doesn’t move. He doesn’t let me go. I feel him stiffen.

“Get away from her, buddy.”

“He’s not your buddy,” a second voice chimes in.