Hate by K.A Knight
Drayareturns with the fallen. He looks smug and she is grinning in satisfaction. They smell like sex and blood, and I debate charging him, but I remember what happened last time, so I stop myself. Instead, I lean back against the wall and cross my arms, my jaw locked as she leans up and kisses his cheek.
“Better get back to work, cutie. I’ll be here waiting.” He nods, throwing me a venomous look before cupping her cheeks and kissing each eyelid softly. His face changes when he does, going from angry to...almost soft. It lessens my fury towards him, he clearly loves my mate.
“Be bad,” he orders.
“Wouldn’t that be good?” She laughs and he grins at her.
“No, good is boring, you, Vasculo, are bad.” He kisses her again, and with one last glare at me, he turns and leaves, slamming the door behind him.
Dawn spins my way and saunters closer, unbothered by my crossed arms and angry face. I’m jealous, a feeling I’m not used to. She drapes herself on me and I have no choice but to hold her before she falls. “Draya,” I rumble as she grins up at me.
“Missed me, big guy?” she teases, watching me closely. “‘Cause I think you did. Is that why you look like you want to murder everyone or fuck me but can’t decide?”
I narrow my eyes on her and she pouts a little. “Not going to talk to me?”
“I can smell him on you,” I growl, my body vibrating with the need to grab her harder, throw her down, and claim her again.
“Yeah? Then why don’t you replace his scent with yours?” she purrs, stroking down my chest to my hard cock.
I grind my teeth and look away, trying to breathe through the urge to change and take her. The way I am feeling, I can’t control it, and I don’t want to hurt her. Suddenly, a burst of pain flashes through me and I look down to see her teeth buried around my nipple as she stares up at me.
Giggling, she pulls back, licking her lips as I watch the blood from her teeth trickle down my chest. “Play with me.”
My chest is heaving, vibrating with my imminent change as I watch her step backwards, her eyes black as she runs her hands down her body, making me watch. “Draya,” I warn, my voice an animal bass as my bull comes forward, wanting to punish our mate.
“He fucked me real good,” she taunts, and it breaks me.
My animal bursts free with a roar. In a blur, she is pinned to the floor with us on top of her in a minute, he rips open her thighs as she laughs and slams home. She yells, arching up into us as he hammers into her again and again.
“Yes!” She groans and pulls her dress down as he growls, claiming her. He tears her apart and reforms her around his length. I feel our balls draw up and she whimpers as he pulls free, and with one pump of his hand he covers her chest in our cum.
He lets me back to the forefront of our mind with a satisfied growl after sniffing her to ensure she smells like us. I watch her below me, her chest flushed and heaving, my cum dripping down her heavy breasts and tight, hard nipples. Her thighs are pink and bruised from my hands, with a trickle of blood sliding down her porcelain skin from our rough treatment, and I feel guilty instantly, but she doesn’t seem to care. She grins up at me, her eyes hazy as she traces her hand through our cum and down her body to her pussy.
Sitting back, I watch her spread her legs wider and, with her eyes on me, she starts to play with herself. A rumble starts in my chest as I watch her fingers spread her glistening pink folds and dip inside. She moans loudly, her pussy dripping with cream.
“More,” I demand, wanting to watch her come.
She whimpers, biting down on her lip as her legs start to shake, her fingers blurring as they push in and out of her channel, her thumb rubbing her clit furiously until, with a cry, her whole body seizes up.
Groaning, I watch as she pulls her fingers from her pussy. They are wet with her release, so I lean down and suck them clean, making her gasp and start to laugh. “Feel better?” she teases.
“Yes,” I admit with no shame.
“Brilliant, so next time one of you is jealous, I just need to let you come on my tits.” She grins and I growl.
I help her clean up using the water that drips in the corner and then back into her dress before pulling her into my arms and holding her tight. She sighs and buries her head in my chest before telling me the plan her other mates have. They sound smart, and I am hopeful they are honourable, good men and I don’t have to kill any of them.
Because I am never letting her go.
