Chapter 2
Ilet her run.
I draw another ragged breath, her scent filling my nostrils, and look back towards the tree where she spread the scent of her sweet little cunt. She knew it would turn me primal. Knew it would cloud my mind with the need to breed her.
Every instinct in my body tells me to chase her. To catch her.
My eyes snap back towards where she stood, but she is already gone.
She is good at concealing herself. She has been leading us around by our noses and our cocks for six months, and every part of me demands that I grab her, pin her down, rip away her clothes and ram my cock into her sweet little pussy.
I force myself to remain still. Force my body to fight the overwhelming urge to run her down, my cock a painfully hard rod straining against my trousers.
She hurt herself when she ran.
Her blood has been spilled, and that cannot happen again.
I send her location through the Bond to my battle-brothers.
Mero answers with a pulse of hard, controlled intent.
He wants her caught without another wound upon her body.
He wants her fed until she is no longer so thin.
He wants her contained behind our walls, where nothing can reach her without first passing through us.
He wants her to look to him when she is frightened and trust that whatever he commands will keep her safe.
More than that, he wants her at the centre of our triad. Her life joined with ours. Her place between us made so absolute that none of us will ever be alone again.
I crave the Mate-Bond as well. I crave knowing her from within, feeling her every emotion as if it were my own and knowing she belongs to us for the rest of our lives.
But the scent of her innocence drives me mad. All I want is to ruin her. Until then, I cannot think of the future Mero wants. I can only think of catching her, pinning her down and taking what she has guarded from us for so long.
His control presses against me through the Bond, holding me in place.
I am alive.
I am alive in a way I have not felt since I was in battle, cutting down foes during the Civil War against the Branded fanatics who wanted nothing more than to claim and enslave women.
Before we came here, we spent years putting out fires after they had already burned. Arriving too late. Rebuilding settlements and seeing how useless all our strength had become when we could do nothing but face the aftermath.
We came here to retire. To find our peace.
Then she came into our lives and ruined it.
Now she is all that I want.
I am going to put her in that cage. I am going to make her eat from my hand. I am going to spank her sweet little ass and make her count every strike. Make her thank me for every spank.
I want to hear the hate in her voice turn to trembling, subdued lust as she begins to crave it. As she starts to crave her mind melting beneath my violence.
She is so soft. So sweet. So fertile.
But she is too thin. Too scrawny from running wild through these forests and surviving upon whatever she can hunt or steal. I need to capture her and give her exactly what she needs.
The fact that she has not left means she wants this.
She could have escaped these lands whenever she wished. Instead, she leads us through this endless chase because she feels the same sick thrill that we do. Every time we draw close, she must imagine me pinning her to the ground and ramming my cock inside her.
I begin moving towards her scent, drawing the air deeply through my nostrils.
Gods, she smells perfect.
I hope desperately that she is our Fated Mate. That we will be able to Bond her to us and make her desire to be taken and claimed a hundred times stronger.
This bitch belongs to me.