by K. A Knight
“Our mate is hungry, let’s feed her,” Ryx declares.
I’m still struggling to get over the touch, the softness of her tiny hand in mine. So trusting and caring...it’s foreign. She skips ahead, dragging me after her, swinging our joined arms as she goes without a care in the world as her mates gravitate around like she is the sun to our planet.
Maybe she is.
She doesn’t know her way, but we follow after her as she winds through the streets of Lorenthis until we come out into the bustling lotren. Even at this late hour, it’s filled with unmated Klans and the frews—human slaves—milling around a piten. Smells of food and drink emit from the piten, which stands to the left.
Dozens of kilons dot along the street, the small hut-like structures selling food and wares. I place myself between her and the unmated males at the piten. The rest of her mates block her from the other side, back and front, protecting her always, not that she cares.
She drinks in the sights and scents, her eyes wide as she files everything away for later. I take over, leading her to the kilons. I reluctantly release her hand, passing it to a silent Xal, and take his spot in the lead, my large stature hiding our tiny mate. The kilon owners cringe back in fear when they spot me barreling towards them.
In fact, it nearly goes silent, every eye watching us in fear, hiding their gazes from us as best as they can, hoping not to draw our attention. A clear vibe of being unwelcome hits us—they fear what they don’t trust. Can’t say I blame them, considering our reputation. I wouldn’t want her sitting out here anyway, but the thought that our mate might not be welcome almost stops me for a moment.
She should have everything she wants, so we will just have to ensure she does. While the others protect our mate, Vrid and I raid the kilons, the owners ducking or even running away as I pillage their goods, grabbing everything I can get my hands on. Once my arms—and Vrid’s—are full, I turn her back the way we came, ready to get her home.
She is happy enough to follow us, skipping by my side once again as I pass her bits of food to nibble on as we walk. It takes us mere minutes to get home, and after placing my hand on the scanner to open the door, she races inside. Carmen heads straight to the sofa, flopping back on it as I pour my goods and various types of food around her. Vrid does the same until piles upon piles of food fills the couch, our tiny human almost lost at the center. She beams up at us and digs in, not asking what anything is, just biting first to see if she likes it. If she doesn’t, she pulls an adorable face, her nose scrunching up and her lips puckering before she passes it over to Xal who eats whatever she hands him. If she likes it, she makes a noise in the back of her throat, one that has my cock hard and my tail waving. I notice the others are in the same predicament and laugh.
I make note of everything she does and doesn’t like so I know what to bring her next time. The others do the same, watching her with rapt attention, wanting to provide for our tiny mate as best as we can. She interrupts my cataloguing, sitting up and tilting her head towards us.
“Why didn’t we eat there with everyone else?” she asks so sweetly, so innocently. As bloodthirsty, wild, and untamed our mate is, she does have her sweet moments.
“We are used to eating alone,” Xal answers, surprising us all as he passes her more hreta, which seems to be her favourite. He sneaks it away from Ryx, who is hoarding it, and keeps passing it to Carmen, ignoring all our reactions over him speaking.
“He’s right, little one, we are used to being locked up when we are not fighting. We ate, slept, and fought. This is all new to us and you are far too precious to flaunt in front of dozens of jealous eyes. We eat here.” I shrug at her and she nods like that makes sense.
“We were locked up too, ya know, and it never stopped me. But I did get used to the four walls and the routine, it was hard to break, so I can understand that,” she murmurs, before going back to eating. Fury washes through me at the thought of her being locked up, even if the end result brought her to us.
“Did you want to eat there?” Ryx inquires, snatching the hreta and holding it in his arms away from Xal.
“No? I was just curious is all,” she tells him around a bite.
“With us, little one, you are going to have to learn that no one likes us. They fear us, that doesn’t bode well for friendships. We keep to ourselves, our Klan is all we need,” I explain. She stops eating, leaning her head onto Xal’s shoulder to which he closes his eyes for a moment, before looking down at her with wonder on his face.
“Fuck ‘em,” she states, then laughs as she grins at us. “I’m not afraid of you, like you said, we are all we need.”
Her words are spoken with so much strength and confidence that I know she is telling the truth. She doesn’t fear us...what a strange concept. “Have you always known each other?” she asks, looking around.
“Being born into warrior families, we were given to the kingret at a young age to train. Our families had no contact after that point, not all Klans are ran like this, just the warriors are. We were assigned to each other before the war, when we were younglings, we fought well together which made us a good Klan. What one lacks, the other makes up for. We fought our way up the ranks and now we are elite warriors,” Vrid elucidates patiently, as we all sit and watch her.
A yawn takes over her face and she slumps farther down, so I grab the food and place it on the floor, letting her lie down. She kicks off her shoes before resting her head in Vrid’s lap, her legs in Xal’s with her toes touching Ryx, who wraps his tail around them to keep the small digits warm. As we watch, she pulls her bakket from her waist, curling around it like a youngling would a comforter, and goes to sleep.
I force myself to stay awake, not wanting to be locked away, craving to watch our mate sleep. The last time I didn’t, she escaped and was almost hurt. She won’t be sleeping alone ever again…and then I realise…
The little minx never got punished.
23
Xal
I carry her upstairs once the others go to sleep. Kronk is still awake, so I chain him up and he dozes pretty quickly after that. I drop her on the bed and she wakes up, her eyes flicking open and locking on mine, going from dead asleep to smouldering in the space of a heartbeat.
“Xal?” she purrs, my name rolling over her tongue like a caress.
I step closer, unable to help myself. I am drawn to her like a magnet, my eyes flickering over her prone body. “You are in trouble,” I tell her.
“Am I?” she counters, tilting her head with a naughty grin. “Good, does that mean you’re going to punish me?”
I blink slowly. “Would you like that?”
“I’d fucking love that,” she groans, her legs parting invitingly as she runs her hand down her dark top to her leather-clad pussy, cupping it while fluttering her long lashes at me. “The thought has me wet already, so tell me, my little stalker, are you going to punish me for being a bad girl?”
I grab her wrist hard, allowing her to feel my strength as I stare into her eyes. Adding a bit of fear, showing her how easily I could crush her bones will only heighten the experience. “Yes.”
She shivers against the sheets, relaxing into my touch with a smirk on those lips. If she thinks she is going to get away with controlling this, then she has another thing coming. She is mine.
My mate.
MINE!
And she was gone, under attack with none of us there. She could have been taken, or worse. For a moment, I had worried she was trying to get away, trying to reject us, but I should have never second-guessed our mate. Oh yes, our little mate will be punished for that. I tighten my hand slightly and she gasps, her lips parting and eyes dilating from the rough handling of her delicate human body. I can treat her like a fragile piece of glass or I can discipline her like the dirty, naughty little human she is. I know which I choose.
I let go of her hand and grab the front of her shirt, tearing it in half, her chest lifting with the force, leaving her bare before my eyes. Sh
e moans, dropping back onto the bed, watching me, waiting for whatever I will do next. But it’s not fear I see in her eyes.
It’s lust.
I clutch her hands in one of mine and tie them together using the remains of the shirt, then slam them to the bed above her. “They do not move. Say, yes mate.”
“Yes, mate,” she moans, writhing in the sheets as I step back and take in how fucking hot my little mate is once again, prolonging the pleasure for myself.
My tail whips around me angrily, showing my aggression, and before she can even blink, I sting her stomach and pull back. She cries out, her legs twisting in the sheets as my venom takes hold, the pleasure overwhelming her. I sting her again, this time on the neck, and she screams, her back arching off the bed, her chest heaving before she drops back down, shivering now. I don’t worry about the rest of the Klan being concerned with her cries. We have implicit trust in each other.
“Please, please, please,” she chants, pressing her legs together, rubbing them to get some relief.
I snag one and pin it to the bed, stopping her movements. “Do not move,” I growl, my eyes darkening even further at the thought of having this wild creature under my control, “or I stop and I won’t let you come. Understood?”
“Xal,” she moans, her voice breathy and filled with need.
“No,” I snap, lashing her breasts with my tail. “You will do as I say, little mate.”
A red line appears across her pale chest, the sight turning me on, making my cock jerk in my pants. So I do it again and again. She writhes after each stinging strike, her nipples pebbling as I hit them. Her voice cuts off, no doubt from the venom making the pain and pleasure too intense. I lean down then and trace my tongue across the red welts. “Are you going to be good and take your punishment?” I whisper against her skin, tasting the saltiness of her sweat. I look up to see more water leaking from her eyes as she watches me desperately.
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice hoarse and cracking.
“Yes, what?” I demand.
Her eyes widen and I bite down on her nipple, making her scream in pleasure. “You should say, yes mate.”
“Yes, mate!” she yells, as I suck her nipple into my mouth. I lash it with my tongue, scraping my fangs along the tip before letting go and moving away. “Good girl,” I praise, trailing my tail down her belly to her still covered pussy. She narrows her eyes on me, panting when a smile curves my lips.
“Don’t you—” She cuts off as I rip away her trousers, leaving her bare before me, and then I sting her again.
She almost wails. “It’s too much, God, it feels so good but it’s too much.”
Pressing my hand to her pussy, I cup it, letting her rub herself against me. She lifts her hips, spreading her milky thighs open. She fucks herself against my hand, her pink cunt swelling as her desire flares, easily climbing to her peak with my venom inside her. But just when she is about to come, I pull away and give her pussy a sharp slap. “I told you not to move, little mate.” She groans, her head flopping back to the bed, and I let her calm down as I undress and watch her. “Spread those legs and do not vekking move.” When she is still once more, I dip a finger inside her, then another, and start fucking her with them.
She gasps, arching into me and raising her hips to meet my fingers, but once again I pull away, leaving her empty. “Xal!” she yells, hammering her fists into the pillow above her.
I replace them with my tongue, tracing along her wet cunt, my cock jerking at her taste. Noises leave her lips, a mixture of moans and demands as she presses her pussy against my face.
“Yes! Fuck!”
Lashing her little nub with my tongue, I slide three fingers into her again, stretching her. I curl them to drag along that sensitive bundle of nerves inside her. She mewls, her voice growing higher and higher, and I feel her cunt clamp. Seeing as this is a punishment, I pull out and sit back. The little human is so fucking turned on that as I watch, her wetness drips down her thighs and onto the bed.
“You’re fucking mean,” she cries, her gorgeous body covered in sweat and shaking from being brought to the edge so many times, only for me to retreat. I flash my fangs at her as I stroke my cock, forcing her to watch, and despite her words she licks her lips at my display. Groaning, I thrust into my hand, pretending it’s her tight little hole, and soon I’m coming. I make sure to aim it across her chest and she whimpers when it covers her.
Letting go of my still hard cock, I run my tail through the mess I made and trace it down to her pussy, dipping it inside her so I mix it with her cream. I have no intentions of allowing her to come yet, she hasn’t suffered enough. So instead of going deeper, I just shallowly fuck her, keeping her on the edge before pulling out again. She cries out in protest, her teeth chewing on her bottom lip. I ignore her tantrum and wait until she calms down again. Then I sneak my tail back up her quivering body, her eyes wanting and desperate as I cover my tail once again with my release. Then I flip her, smashing her face into the bedding, and grab her hips, yanking her perfect ass up into the air. My hands massage her cheeks before I part them and prod my tail at her pert little asshole. She pushes back, letting me in, and I stop when I am inside her, wiggling my tail slightly and making her claw at the bedding.
“Xal, please,” she begs.
“Will you sneak out again?” I demand, digging my claws into her hips. The scent of her blood hits the air, making my mouth water and my nostrils flare. I am on the edge of snapping and ravishing my mate, but I need her to admit what she did was wrong first.
“Yes,” she cries, so I bring down my hand on her ass and she whines.
“No, you won’t. We will come with you. They could have killed you or worse,” I growl and she stills. “Will you sneak out again?” I repeat, harder this time, my voice deepening.
“I—” She takes too long, so I bring my hand down again in the same place and thrust my tail farther into her. She gasps, her ass clenching on my tail.
“I repeat, will you sneak out again?” I rumble, my claws digging in deeper. These wounds will undoubtedly scar, but right now I am seeing red.
“No! No!” she yells and then quiets. I think I’ve finally subdued my feisty little mate, but then she laughs and taunts me by saying, “You know I’ll just think of other ways to get into trouble.”
I yank my tail out and flip her again. She squeals as she lands on her back and I hover over her on all fours like an animal, my claws ripping the bedding. Someone is growling, low and dangerous, and when she grins, I realise it’s me. “Mine.”
“Yours,” she promises, her legs wrapping around my waist. “Now show me.”
Growling, I sniff along her chest, smelling my release all over her. I’ve marked her, but it’s not enough. Lifting my left arm, I rip into it with my fangs, splashing blood across her breasts and body. I sit back on my haunches and rub it into her skin as she gasps and writhes. “Mine, smell like mine,” is all I say. I’m finding it hard to string together sentences with her beneath me, covered in my blood and cum.
I grab her hips, lift them into the air, and slam my cock inside her in one smooth move. She screams, especially when I pull out and slam back in, not holding anything back. I fuck her full force, letting her know who she belongs to. My tail snakes along her thigh to her ass, dipping inside her hole when she lets it in, and her screams cut off as her eyes roll into the back of her head, noises leaving her mouth like a prayer.
I fuck her harder, faster until I’m almost a blur, my claws cutting into her skin and then my fangs as I lean down and bite her shoulder, marking her for everyone to see. I taste her blood mixing with mine on her chest. It races through my body and heads straight to my balls. I roar as I come, filling her again and again. I know she is close herself, so I quickly pull out and stumble back, falling into the wall, breathing hard as her eyes open and lock on me in pleasure-filled confusion.
“This is your punishment,” I growl. “You don’t get to come, no matter how much you
need it, want it. You will lie here like a good mate covered in my blood and cum.”
“You want to fucking bet?” she yells, her hand cupping her pussy. I race forward, realising she somehow slipped out of her bindings. This time, I tie them more securely with chain I hid in here when we first moved in. I wrap it around her legs and arms, binding her to the structure of the bed. Her limbs are splayed, unable to reach or rub anything. She’s helpless with nothing to do but writhe in her heightened, venom-filled senses, allowing her to feel every waft of air, and every drop of my blood and cum drying on her as I watch.
My little mate will soon realise it is better to get into trouble with us than without us.
“Have you finished yet? Because it’s our turn to show our mate what happens when she puts herself in danger,” Ryx calls smugly from the doorway. I heard them gather there not long ago, but they didn’t matter, only she did...does.
“All yours,” I tell him, my blood lust calming so I am now able to hear and see clearly. She glares at us all from the bed, twisting and bucking, trying to get free.
“Let me the fuck go!” she yells.
Ryx steps up, massaging her ankles. “No.”
She stills then, glaring up at him. “No?”
“No, Resha, you vekked up. You will take your punishment with courage and dignity like a warrior.”
“Oh yeah, what the fuck is dignified about this?” she shouts at him, tears of frustration leaking down her face while I lean against the wall and watch them.
He traces up her quivering legs with his fingers, stopping at her hips. “You will learn there is beauty in losing, beauty in giving in. Not being the strongest is enough sometimes, it’s all about mental strength, mate.”
With that, Ryx strips off his pants and yanks her down the bed. The chains follow after her, the slack in them tightening the farther he pulls, rattling as he slams inside her, making her arch up and moan. He isn’t gentle or slow, no, the usual teasing Klan member is showing her how furious he is. She is helpless, not something I would usually describe our mate as, but she is now, and it’s obvious she isn’t used to it.