Alrighty Then.
Cyrus
Raven’s wild curls are fanned out around her head on the pillows as I relentlessly pound her pussy just the way she likes it. My hand grips her throat firmly, but not squeezing. I would never do that to my girl…unless she asks.
“You like it when I’m nasty with this pussy don’t you?‘ I ravish her, licking up her neck and biting her mating mark as the headboard beats into the wall loudly with each thrust. Thane should switch bed frames in here. I can’t shackle my girl to anything.
“Yes…Yes!” She chants, clamping down around my dick as I squeeze her breasts roughly and pinching her nipples.
You like it when your Daddy fucking tears this bitch up, huh?” I clamp my teeth down on her nipple, causing her back to arch and her to moan loudly.
Hear it down the road loud.
That’s my girl.
DAMON JUST FOUND HIS MATE IN THE BROTHEL AND HOPPED THE RAILING. HE IS GOING OFF THE RAILS. COVER BLOWN….COVER BLOWN! Theo mind–links, and I stop mid–thrust, unclamping her nipple.
What
The
Hell.
“WHAT…WHAT…WHY…WHAT….WHY…NO…NO…PLEASE….NO…” Raven yells, digging her heels into my ass and pulling me toward her, attempting to get her pussy assault restarted.
The last time I purposely edged her, she tried to rip my balls off. This won’t be good.
“DAMON’S MATE IS A HOOKER!” I yell at her.
“GOOD FOR HIM!” Raven yells back, rapidly rolling us so she is on top. She slams down on me again, throwing her head back and groaning.
“NO, NOT GOOD FOR HIM. SHIT IS GOING DOWN.” I lift her by her hips and pound into her as hard and as fast as I can. Her walls are fluttering around me as grinds on me, chanting my name as she comes.
There are a few ‘Daddies‘ in the mix of her chants as well because we dirty……
Raven doesn’t realize that I have her up and halfway out of Thane’s house by the time she is finished riding me.
“What the hell are you doing? My ass is cold.” Raven looks around, now confused and outside.
“We have to go save them. They are like 5 hours away….so we need to drive like what…. 100mph…no…better go faster than that. I argue with myself.
“I’M KNOTTED AND WE’RE NAKED! YOUR HAIRY POTATO BALLS ARE ALL OVER MY SEAT!
“ARE YOU LISTENING? DAMON’S MATE IS A HOOKER!” The irony of this also makes me want to wail in laughter, but I have to save that for
later.
“WHAT DOES THAT MATTER? WHO CARES? HE’S MATED TO A HOOKER BIG DEAL!”
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Alrighty Then.
HE’S NOT MATED, SHE WORKS IN THE BROTHEL!” I yell back, attempting to get us into the car knotted. Why the hell did she have to choose such a tiny little race car to steal/purchase from me? Oh right….she was going to run.
WELL WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY THAT?‘ Raven yells, ducking as we slide into the seat. There isn’t enough room for her leg so I reach my hand into the center console and rip that bitch out. She growls but says nothing.
I will hear all about it later.
“I DID! NOW PUT IT INTO REVERSE. I start the car as she shifts for me. “Again….” Raven shifts it into drive and we race down the drive.
“What about Thane?” She asks into my neck.
“They’re on their pretend meet cute.”
“What the hell is that.”
‘Thane is giving Ayla the be asked out by an Alpha randomly in public, first experience.”
Awwwwwww…” Raven says as she attempts to lift her head, but fails.
“See, that shit cute,” I tell her, rubbing her back as I attempt to see through all her damn curls.
“Now what?” she asks as she pulls her hair around and out of my way.
“Now you rock your hips and ride my knot. I feel her lips smile against my skin as she starts to rock her pelvis slowly. There isn’t much space….none really but he makes it work with slow movements.
Each roll of her hip causes my knot inside her to be squeezed even more. It is hypersensitive and we both moan as I fight to keep my eyes open around the curves. Right when I am about to come hard she goes utterly still.
I try to thrust my hips up a little, but she doesn’t continue. Raven does smile against my skin again though.
“Oh, it’s going to be like that?” I ask realizing she probably plans on edging me all the damn way there. I speed up and Tokyo drift around a curve then back up back on the roadway.
“What are we going to do about clothing? You realize you’re taking your mate into a brothel naked, right? The snarl that leaves me is instant and Raven laughs loudly.
I can’t believe I’ve gone from chasing her to having her.
And she’s happy.
“We will take clothing off some dead bodies.” Sound plan. I’m fine with it. Although, she will smell like another Alpha. That makes me want to kill everyone. If steals lingerie from a dead hooker, the smell will make her want to kill all of them and probably me.
“What if we need gas?‘
“Then I’m killing everybody.”
Raven edged me the entire drive to this in the middle of freaking nowhere territory. I barely get the car into park before we run from it, dicks and titties flapping in the wind.
The door to the place is already open as we burst through coming face to face with a pissed–off–looking Alpha.
I punch my giant fist into his face for the fun of it. He crumples to the ground. I look around, looking for my boys, realizing we are standing inside one giant red room of pain…no pleasure.
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Red room of pleasure, I guess. With peeling wallpaper, a small fire in a corner, broken bottles everywhere, and flickering lights.
Damn, we missed one hell of a party.
I see random girls standing around in lingerie and the floor littered with beaten and bloody Alphas that all have their arms around their backs wearing………furry handcuffs. They must have been knocked out first, no way those things would hold if they were conscious but I like the
vibe.
I hear growling behind me and realize Raven’s attention is on the girls. “Not now babe. Murder later. We have to find our boys.”
‘Put your damn dick away!
“No, you just insulted it by not referring to it as my monster.” I grab her hand and follow Damon’s scent up the stairs.
I haven’t decided how I would feel if he violated the no–killing rule. I scoff, to myself. Of course, I don’t care. We bolt down the hallway and around a corner. His scent ends in front of a door that I kick open.
I hear a she–wolf scream frantically, pulling her knees up to her as I observe Damon lying in the bed and he looks half dead. Theo is mildly better lying in a heap on the floor. Their faces are swollen, bruised, cut open and they have blood all over them.
They fought in both forms to survive.
Damn it.
“Why are you two naked?” The she–wolf asks, waving her trembling finger in between Raven and me.
“Are you his hooker?” Raven asks this wolf, pointing to Damon, but her hand remains in mine.
“Hooker? Now wait a minute…”
“We are his pack members. This is my mate. I’m getting them out of here.” I interrupt her. These two can fight later…wait do I want that? No…no. I won’t share.
“They won’t fit in my car. Good point.
“I–I have an SUV outside,” she offers. She must be Damon’s mate.
“I’m taking them down one at a time, are you coming?” I ask her because regardless, her ride is mine.
“Yes.” Well alright then. Good for Damon.
