Wounded Kiss (To Be Claimed Saga Book 1)

by Willow Winters

  “Baby girl, that hurt.” I admonish her while grabbing her other wrist in my left hand and the rope in my right. Her eyes widen as she realizes her struggling is useless now. The shadow of Dom standing up behind me catches my attention; he must have secured her legs. She screams out unintelligibly, but within seconds Dom shoves something in her mouth. I glance at her to see what it is. She’s shaking her head and trying to spit out his shirt that now acts as a gag. I tug on the rope and fasten it tighter to the bed to restrict her movements as much as possible. I finally breathe out and climb off the mattress to have a look at our gorgeous mate all tied up.

  No longer able to fight us, no longer able to hurt herself.

  Her dress is bunched up around her waist revealing a cream thong that’s begging to be torn from her. It takes every bit of self-control I have not to shove my face in between her legs and leave a languid lick. Her breasts are covered by a simple white strapless bra and I want to rip it to shreds. It’s not sexy enough to grace her skin. Our mate is anything but simple. She should be covered in skimpy but expensive lace. My dick hardens at the thought. Or leather. Fuck, she would look so hot with a thin leather strip draped over her breasts, just wide enough to cover her nipples, to tease me. I resist the urge to palm my dick; now is not the time. Not when she’s still as scared as she is. Her long platinum blond hair is spread out under her in a messy halo, making her look wild and recently fucked. Damn shame the last part isn’t as true as the first. Wild perfectly describes our mate.

  That’s when I notice the small bruises around her wrist, hips, thighs, and ankles. I stare at them waiting for the purplish blue to slowly fade. They aren’t bad, but she’s pulling against the rope and it’s going to rub her skin raw or give her welts, or both. She needs to knock that shit off and let them heal as wolves do.

  “Stop struggling.” I give her the command with ease but worry filters in as the bruises appear to darken. “You’re going to hurt yourself, baby.” She yells something incoherent through the shirt stuffed in her mouth and I have to suppress a grin. The happiness sneaking up on me at seeing our mate spread out for us vanishes when I look back at her bruises. They look even darker. What the fuck? I hear Dom thinking the same; she should be healing by now. Concern for our mate rapidly kills any desire I had.

  “We hurt her.” I shake my head in disgust. Yeah I want to fuck her and bring her to the edge of pain while I pleasure her delectable body, but I don’t want her injured in any other way. She’s a wolf. I heard it. Dom heard it. She isn’t supposed to be bruised. I don’t want to mark her unless she can look at them and remember the pleasure that came with it. This isn’t what I want. A deep regret settles in my chest. “Why isn’t she healing?”

  “She’s not a werewolf.” My neck whips around at Dom’s blunt statement.

  “The hell she’s not; you heard her wolf!” My breathing becomes erratic and adrenaline starts pumping through my blood, making my fists tremble with the need to thrash against something. And right now, Dom’s face is looking like the best option.

  “Calm down, Caleb. She’s going to be fine. Her wolf is in there, but she’s something else.”

  “She needs to heal. Why isn’t her wolf healing her?” I don’t understand what’s happening.

  He ignores me, which only intensifies my alarm, speaking his next words aloud so Liz can hear. “Little one, you okay?” I’m pretty sure the two syllables she shouts into his shirt are “Fuck you!” A grin threatens to pull at my lips, but I stop that shit; she’s not okay. And I don’t know how to handle her if she can’t heal herself. How can I be rough with her then? How can I be who I am with my mate if she’s unable to take something as simple as this?

  “Baby girl, bring your wolf back so she can heal you.” I focus on the one thing all of us need. “I don’t like seeing these marks on your body.” I’m surprised by the absolute truth in that statement. I never thought I’d want her marks to go away but then again, these weren’t given to her in the way my wolf demands. She shakes her head violently at my command. My brows knit together in anger at her insolence and Dom’s hand comes down on my shoulder in an attempt to placate me.

  “Calm the fuck down.”

  Dom crawls on the bed, making it dip and groan, and straddles her tiny frame while he talks. “I want to talk to you. Are you going to be good so I can take your gag away?” Her eyes travel over his body and I scent the air; there’s nothing but fear and anger. My wolf snarls in my chest. I want her arousal. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, I rub soothing circles on her calf. She flinches at first, but soon resigns herself to my touch. It’s not like she’s in any position to stop me. Dom looks back at me and his eyes light up as he watches me caress her tender skin.

  “Maybe we should keep your gag in until you’re more relaxed.” He stares into her piercing blue eyes and she stares defiantly right back.

  “Baby girl, we have something important to tell you.” I trail my fingers teasingly up and down her calf before taking her knee in my hand. I want to kiss her leg, but she’ll probably just knee me in the face and break my nose. The motion would take all the slack these ropes have for her to do it, but there’s not a doubt in my mind she would, so I hold back.

  I share a glance with Dom before continuing to talk to Liz and he nods his head in agreement. Now that she can’t ignore us and can’t run from us, it’s the perfect time to tell her we’re her mates. Even if she is spitting mad. Beggars can’t be choosers. “Baby, when you were with your pack, did you learn about mates?” I’m reaching here. She may have wolf in her, but I don’t have a clue whether or not she was ever in a pack. Her body tenses at my question. I press my lips in a hard line. Damn it. I want her to relax.

  “You shouldn’t have brought up her pack.” Dom silently scolds me.

  “Then you fucking do it.” I answer him in my head so that she doesn’t hear my irritation.

  “Lizzie, we’re your mates.” Dom makes the matter-of-fact statement while he bends down to pick up more rope. I scrunch up my face and hang my head at his nonchalance.

  “What the fuck, Dom?”

  “What?” He looks at me like he’s confused as to why I would be aggravated.

  “Women want romance, you dumb fuck.” I hiss the words in my head.

  “Does she look like she wants romance right now?” I take a look at my doe-eyed mate. She’s still scared to death and furious, looking at Dom like he just smacked her across her pretty little face. “She’s not even listening. Look at her.”

  “Do you know what that means, Liz? That we’re your mates?” I ask her evenly, making my voice as soft as I possibly can even though the words choke me. I expect her to shake or nod her head, but she does nothing. I school my expression to keep my anger under wraps.

  “She really likes being difficult, doesn’t she?”

  “It’ll take time, but we’ll break her habit of ignoring us.”

  Dom’s words ring clear in my head. I don’t respond because truthfully I want her to be difficult so we can let our beasts out to play. But not right now. Not when I’m telling her that she’s my one and only for as long as I live. That she is my everything and every choice I make will involve her and prioritize her. My heart clenches and my hand stills on her calf. Fuck. Maybe fate knew how fucked up I’d end up being so they gave me a mate who can’t love me back. I have to clear my throat and stop those thoughts. I’ll make her love me.

  “Nod if you understand.” She stares back defiantly although some of her fight has waned.

  “We’re your mates. You belong to us and we belong to you.” Dom’s statement means more to me than anything else I’ve ever heard.

  She hears, she knows. I know she does from the way her breathing picks up and her chest rises and falls heavily. It’s sinking in and I pray she can feel the pull and how much stronger it’s gotten in only seconds.

  “Do you understand what that means? That we’re both your mates and you are our only?”

  “Litt
le one, answer Caleb.” Dom’s voice is level, but full of authority. Our stubborn mate continues to ignore the two of us, refusing to nod or attempt to speak. But I know she heard; I know it’s dawning on her. Dom sighs as though he’s not looking forward to what he’s about to do and I watch as he crawls on the bed to wind rope around her knee that’s farthest from me. After he knots it, he pulls it to the edge of the bed, forcing her legs to spread apart. He secures the rope to something under the bed and I can’t help but wonder where he came up with this idea. My dick pulses in agony at the sight of her legs being forced open. She’s completely exposed with no way to hide and I fucking love it.

  “You’re my mate, Lizzie. Our mate.” He glances at me and I nod my head while keeping my eyes on Liz. She looks downright pathetic as she struggles against the rope at her knee. I use a little force to bring her other knee up while Dom secures it. I can’t take my eyes off of her pussy. The skimpy lace has shifted from her struggles and she’s partially exposed. My mouth waters at the sight. Dom moves between her legs then gently pets her pussy, and the smell of her desire nearly makes me lose all control. Between fear and lust, a being will cling to lust. It’s just a matter of offering it, and letting them choose it willingly.

  “We’re going to relax you, Lizzie,” he says as he rubs his thumb along her clit. I see him press down as he looks back up at Liz to gauge her reaction. “I won’t fuck you until you beg me.” She moans and throws her head back at his touch, making my dick struggle for release in my pants.

  “You’ll snap your fingers if it’s too much,” he says, allowing her a safe signal and Liz’s only response is to breathe in deeply. “Do it once for me,” he commands her. When she doesn’t answer, he pauses his ministrations. I nearly repeat his demand, desperate for this to continue, but she looks him dead in the eye and her fingers come together, although there’s no crisp snap. She makes the effort and that’s good enough for him.

  I watch as two of his thick fingers slip past the lace material and dip into her heat. His thumb continues to rub circles against her little nub while he strokes the front wall of her pussy, hitting that sweet spot that has her nearly begging for more.

  “Fuck, you’re tight.” He finger fucks her harder. I groan at the sight of her writhing helplessly at his touch. I lean down and kiss the inside of her knee as a reward for her. I grin as I realize even if she wanted to bash my nose in with her knee, she couldn’t. She can barely move any part of her body. Liz moans and rocks her pussy against Dom’s hand as she gets closer and closer to her release. She’s pulling at her ropes, but this time it’s not to escape.

  “Caleb asked you a question, little one.” He stops all of his movements and looks expectantly at her. Her eyes pop open, revealing dilated pupils and she hisses something at him through the shirt.

  “Do you know what it means to be our mate?” he asks her calmly.

  She nods vigorously. “Good girl.” He starts hammering his fingers into her cunt, adding a third, and leans down to suck her clit into his mouth. Her moans of pleasure fuel my need to be inside her and I struggle to keep my eyes from closing in ecstasy. I don’t want to miss seeing any second of Dom coaxing her orgasm out of her. All I can smell is her arousal and it’s suffocating me. I give in to my need to find my release and stand up, unzipping my pants while watching my gorgeous mate writhe with pleasure.

  “I want to fuck you, baby. Tell me I can fuck you.” Although it’s meant to be a command, I’m practically begging as I pant out the words. Even as she’s approaching her climax, she shakes her head, refusing my need for her welcoming heat. I groan out in agony as I climb on the bed. “That’s all right, baby. I understand.” I stroke myself over her and breathe heavily as my spine tingles and my toes go numb. The gag is muffling her sounds too much and I need to hear her just a little more clearly as I race for my own release. I rip the shirt out of her mouth and she screams out in ecstasy, thrashing her head as she comes all over Dom’s fingers. Just the sight of her screaming in pleasure pushes me over the edge.

  As my breathing calms down, I hear Dom’s pick up.

  “Eat her pussy, Caleb.” I only pause for a second at the command. Then I see the desperate look of lust in his eyes and I don’t hesitate to scoot down her body. I got mine. Now he needs to get his.

  Lizzie

  I’m just barely coming down from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, when I feel Caleb’s hot tongue licking up my arousal that’s leaking down my thighs. His tongue dives into my heat, causing me to arch my back with what little freedom I have to move.

  “Yes!” I buck my hips, pushing myself into his face, needing more. He ravishes me like a starving man. I’m vaguely aware of Dom kneeling over my stomach. I’m able to glance down and my eyes widen as I watch him pleasure himself. His large hand is barely able to wrap around it. He’s far too large. I start to shake my head, but before I can think too much, Caleb bites my clit. Hard. I cry out in a mix of intense pain and pleasure.

  “You want more, baby girl?” I don’t waste a single second to nod. Yes! Yes, I want more. He sucks my clit while his fingers thrust deeper and deeper inside me, stroking my front wall each time. Hitting that rough spot that has me begging for his touch. I’m so damn sensitive to every small movement he makes. My body is pulling to get away, but at the same time pushing to get closer.

  “Fuck, Dom, she’s still got her cherry for us.”

  Dom leans back and I watch him stroke himself to climax at the realization that I’m still a virgin. He spurts his release all over my chest while he groans a rough, low moan. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t look into his eyes, though. I can’t bring myself to do it.

  Mates. They are my mates. It’s cruel really. Fate is cruel.

  I watch as Caleb licks my arousal from his lips while staring at me with the forceful hunger of a brute. I can’t deny I’m attracted to them. My body absolutely is. And my mind is soothed hearing the word mate.

  Still, if I weren’t tied down, I would run. I can’t help it.

  “Are you more relaxed now?” Dom asks and I nod once, letting my eyes close. Betrayal seeps into my veins. So much of it, for so many reasons.

  I don’t know which one of them is sexier. The rough savage who’s kneading my breasts and plucking my nipples crudely between his knuckles, or the skilled huntsman who’s flicking his tongue along my throbbing, hot clit. I writhe and moan as they attack my body in unison.

  “Come on Caleb’s tongue like a good girl.” Dom’s dirty words bring me to the edge of another release. “Come for your mates.”

  My mates. My pussy clenches and another orgasm tears through my body. Waves of heat run over my skin as I scream out my release, lighting a flame that I didn’t know existed inside of me. I breathe heavily, my chest rising and falling sporadically. I’m barely able to lift my head to meet Dom’s. His soft, smooth lips crash onto mine. His tongue dives into my mouth and I run my tongue along his. Caleb nips my collarbone, leaving a hot stinging pulse where his teeth marked me and I break away from Dom’s kiss to meet Caleb’s waiting lips. Blood rushes loudly in my ears as I struggle to stay awake. My mates.

  I hear a door creak open and my mates shift their attention from me to whomever just came in.

  I can’t look at them. Whoever it is … I can barely deal with myself. Let alone my mates …

  Part V

  The Claiming

  Grace

  I pound my white-knuckled fists against Devin’s solid, chiseled chest. A low growl tears through his throat, but I don’t care. A small part of me knows this is stupid because I’m pissing off a beast who could easily crush me. Another, much larger part of me knows it’s stupid because I’m only going to hurt myself; his body isn’t reacting at all even though I put every ounce of strength into each blow.

  He swore to me. He promised. And what I just saw is horrific. How fucking dare they! I would scream but his hand is over my mouth, his arm wrapped around me, trapping me, pre
venting me from going to her.

  They tied her up. They took from her. I swear to God I’ll kill them.

  I ignore the voices screaming in my head for me to stop.

  My breathing hitches as I recall the sight of those two monsters hovering over her small body. My body is weak and my efforts useless. Tears stream down my hot red face in wretched anger as I put every bit of energy I can muster behind what little resistance I can manage. My breathing is shallow and desperate. I’m vaguely registering his command for me to stop, but I don’t pay his words any attention. He saw and did nothing! I hear him yell louder but again, I ignore his demand. My only need is to get back to Lizzie.

  I swear I try. I do everything I can, including scratching and biting, the last resorts I have. Nothing seems to affect him.

  I attempt to push past his massive frame to get to her. I scream out her name, but Devin’s large hand covers my mouth again, silencing my call for her. A growl of my own rumbles in my chest as I open my mouth in an attempt to bite him. He sees my attack coming and forces my head back causing me to stumble, banging my shoulders and back against the wall. One hand pins my wrists above my head and the other has a firm grasp on my chin and mouth, effectively silencing me.

  “This isn’t the first time I’ve let you hit me, sweetheart.” Devin’s sneered words at the shell of my ear are dripping with menace. His warm breath on my neck sends a wanton heat rushing through me. Tears well in my eyes. I hate my treacherous body; I hate him. I hate all of this. “But it’s the last time I’ll let you get away with it.”

  “Fuck you!” I scream at him, unbothered by his tone. My body shakes with tremors from fear, but I don’t care anymore. I thought … I can’t even say out loud what I thought I felt for him. How could I be so stupid? My body pleads with me for his touch, to rub against him and beg for forgiveness. I won’t do it. I won’t lower myself to this pathetic “heat.” I’d rather die than let them hurt her.