Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“Mnfff…” is the sound I make as Conroy’s thick cock is pressed into my mouth.
All of my mates are inside me at once, moving in slow but deliberate rhythms, using me, pleasuring me, taming me. I submit to them, feeling myself ground among the three of them, filled up to the point of being completely unable to move. Their claim is as clear as it could be. They own me, and my body responds to them in ways it would never respond to anybody else. We are bonded by ties stronger than circumstance. We are a pack, and I am at the center of it, the hot, wet, tight set of holes they use for their pleasure and fill with their seed.
Conroy pulls his cock out of my mouth to let me breathe and moan as Tailor pulls me down hard on his dick and makes me grind my clit against his pubic bone while Damon is deep in my ass, fucking me with short, rutting strokes designed to make me feel every bit of my punishment.
“Look at me,” Conroy rumbles, taking my chin in his hand and directing my gaze to him while Damon makes me submit to a fresh load of seed in my ass. “This is where you belong, Kita. With us. And this is what will happen if you run from us. We will hold you down, we will fuck you until you cannot move, and you will learn your place.”
“Fuck!” I exclaim as Tailor rubs the heel of his palm against my overstimulated clit, roughly and insistently forcing an orgasm to rush through me, racking my aching body and stretched holes with contractions of irresistible pleasure.
Damon comes in my ass, his orgasm triggered by mine. He must have been careful to ensure he did not knot inside me, which is fortunate because Tailor’s knot is thickening while I wriggle and writhe on his dick. I can’t contain or control myself. Tailor’s hands wrap around my hips and start working me back and forward until my orgasm is ridden out and his is bursting inside me, his thick knot filling me all the way up.
“You’re so pretty when you’re properly fucked,” Conroy says, caressing my cheeks and stroking my hair back from my face and dropping little kisses on my forehead as my completely ravaged pussy takes the final load. “Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes,” I whimper in ragged tones. “Fuck, yes.”
“Good girl. You are such a good girl for us,” he says. Damon remains behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist, snugging me close.
“God, yes, come here. Come here.” Tailor reaches for me when he can speak again, and draws me down to his chest, his cock buried deep inside me, his breath ragged against my ear, and his seed deep inside my bare pussy.
Damon follows me down, Conroy pushes in next to Tailor and me, and somehow the four of us end up pressed together on the couch, cuddled up in a filthy puppy pile.
I guess I am loved. I’m just going to have to get used to it.
CHAPTER 17
Kita
It takes a week for my ass and pussy and everything else to stop hurting, but I have learned my lesson. Maybe. I guess time will tell. It’s not like I planned to run in the first place. It was a knee-jerk reaction to all the fear that comes with being this intimate after a lifetime of being so alone.
My mates are not going to let me go. They’re also not going to let me get away with anything. So, time goes by and I go… good?
I eventually find myself curled up and relaxing in front of the fire as winter sets in. Has it been three weeks? Three months? Does it matter?
I’ve stayed out of trouble, at least in the sense of grand larceny and other crimes. I’ve stayed around the house. I’ve stayed well behaved and well… Fucking bored, actually.
I think about going home. To the place I came from. I think about what Alexander said about me, about who I came from and what life I would have lived and whether or not I would be okay.
“What are you thinking about?”
Tailor always knows when I am thinking. Damon, too. Conroy isn’t home at the moment because he’s negotiating with the contractors and security people who are rebuilding the port. Everybody is very excited about it. Sometimes I get escorted down to the town, Coastwood. There’s a bar there, though I’m not allowed to drink because they want me pregnant and they keep telling me I might be pregnant, and maybe I am.
It all makes me think about family. About moms and dads. About my mom and dad, how they existed before Alexander made them not exist. It makes me think about what might happen if I had a baby and something happened to me, and Conroy, and Tailor, and Damon. There’s two more of us, more redundancy in case of random vampire murder, but still.