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  King’s Mate

  By

  Piper Stone

  Copyright © 2020 by Stormy Night Publications and Piper Stone

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  Stone, Piper

  King’s Mate

  Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson

  Images by Period Images, iStock/GlobalP, Shutterstock/taviphoto, and iStock/gremlin

  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

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  Chapter One

  Luca

  Her scent. Enticing.

  Provocative.

  Invoking a level of desire that I hadn’t experienced before. My cock ached from an almost desperate need, every muscle and tendon in my body ready to explode. I took a deep whiff, her fragrance infiltrating every part of me.

  “Mine.”

  The single word reverberated off my tongue, mixing with the loud clap of thunder, the earth beneath my paws vibrating. Every cell in my body was on fire, flames licking at the imaginary steel bars caging the beast who’d surfaced at the female’s provocation.

  Hunger.

  It swelled within me like a dark craving, a sadistic need that required fulfillment. Sleep was an impossibility, food nothing that would satisfy my longings. I’d become lost to the realization that I’d never believed would come true.

  I’d found her, the one I’d been searching for.

  Longing for.

  Hungry to ravage.

  She was beautiful in every way, her voice lilting and her voluptuous body calling to me.

  I longed to feast upon her tender flesh, savoring the taste of her sweet pussy.

  I craved thrusting my cock deep into every hole, claiming her.

  And I longed to fill her with my seed.

  It didn’t matter that she was human.

  This was the way of our kind, true predators who’d once ruled the land. We’d once had few enemies, those daring to cross our path succumbing to our wrath.

  Then everything had changed, our world colliding with humans, our lives forever altered by the effects of their power and greed long before. We’d sequestered, building our strength, fighting extinction.

  And we’d survived.

  As I raced through the forest, enjoying the breeze blowing across my face, my claws digging into the soft earth, I could feel the burst of energy as it flowed through every cell and muscle. The rush of adrenaline propelled me forward, guiding me to her location. Everything had suddenly become very clear, the intensity of dreams and visions forming one purpose.

  Taking her.

  There was no other course, no other need so great.

  I’d found the one who could heal the wounds.

  She was my mate.

  And I was the alpha.

  Of our people.

  Of our kind.

  Breeds...

  As her house came into view, the dim lights creating a warm glow, I took another deep whiff. Her scent was intoxicating, enlarging my cock. I shuddered from the raging desire, knowing I would soon be able to devour her.

  I threw my head back and roared, staking my claim. I would take her, train her, own her and if she resisted...

  She would be punished in savage ways, her body brutally marked.

  She would learn to obey my every command, to fulfill my every desire no matter what I demanded.

  For I was... king of the jungle.

  Chapter Two

  Clarise

  Monsters.

  I’d grown up learning they were real, beasts who’d once ruled the forests, massive creatures whose hunger knew no bounds. I’d been taught to fear them, like the majority of humans.

  Instead, I respected them. They deserved to enjoy a decent life, especially after everything they’d endured.

  Dark and stormy nights were the perfect time for their feasts. They were cannibals, capable of tearing into a human’s flesh with their sharp canines. Or so the government had insisted for years. Humans remained afraid, factions determined to drive them into extinction.

  But things were not always as they seemed. The Breeds still considered vile beasts had morphed and learned.

  And now? Monsters lived among us...

  We should all fear what they could do. After all, they were predators.

  My entire world ended the day of my graduation from an elite law enforcement school.

  Then I was sent straight to hell.

  Because now, I was owned.

  And he was coming to claim his prey.

  * * *

  “I will take you. Use you. Claim you. I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me.”

  “Please don’t,” I managed, struggling to find a way to run from him, but he knew my every move, could sense exactly what I was doing.

  “There is nowhere you can run, no place you can hide from me. I am your master.” As he advanced, I couldn’t take my eyes off his beautiful structure and powerful muscles, his stunning physique complete with a thick, hard cock. He was so large, taller than any man I’d ever seen, and his scent reeked of testosterone. Every part of me hungered for yet feared him. But I would surrender to his every need, his most sadistic desire.

  Terror thundered through me, my heart hammering against my chest leaving me gasping for air.

  I backed against the tree, shuddering from my vulnerable state as his heated gaze feasted on my naked body. “No. No... I won’t run again. I promise you, sir.”

  “Yes... You will, my little pet,” he growled, his intense blue eyes shimmering even in the shadowed light. “And for that you must be punished severely. You will soon learn never to cross me, or you will be disciplined every day.” He grabbed me by the wrist, the rough pads of his fingers digging into my tender skin as he jerked me against the heat of his body, a snarl curling on his lip. “Is that what you want, Clarise? A hard spanking? My cock shoved into your sweet pussy?”

  “No, I...” There was no way I could answer his question. Maybe I did want him to take me roughly, driving the length of his shaft deep inside.

  He lowered his head until I could feel the wetness of his mouth and tongue, the scruff from his bristled jaw. “Yes... You want me to fuck you.”

  The sight of the cane in his hand, the horrible implement the one I hated the most created a wave of shivers dancing down the backs of my legs. I was so wet, pussy juice staining my thighs. It was useless to try to run. I couldn’t resist him any more than he could let me go. He’d captured me, taking me away from my friends and family, keeping me caged until he was ready to use me.

  His expression remained intense, his hunger extreme as he closed the distan
ce, brushing the tips of his fingers across my cheek. “I will feast on you soon. Then I will fuck you in every hole.”

  As he turned me to face the massive oak tree, lifting and securing both my wrists, I pressed my face against the coarse bark. Whatever pain I would be forced to endure was necessary. I was his. His to feast on and fuck. His to train and punish.

  I heard the whooshing sound of the cane and sucked in my breath. The second it was brought down on my naked bottom, I jerked at the rope securing me, the pain blinding.

  Another guttural sound left his lips as he snapped the thin birch across my bottom several times, one strike coming after the other.

  “Oh! It hurts. Please, sir. Please don’t punish me. I’ll be good.” I was shocked at the series of sensations rocketing through me even as the anguish continued.

  Yet my pussy ached, longing for him to use me, fill me.

  The harsh spanking continued, the cane brought down against my upper thighs and bottom over and over again. The burn was intense, heat sliding down my legs, curling my toes. I wiggled and shifted, the bark digging into my tummy, scraping against my swollen pussy.

  “You will never run from me again,” he stated with full command before tipping his head back and roaring into the darkness.

  As he caressed my skin, rubbing the tender spots, I became lightheaded. But not because of pain. I was wired, the electricity spinning out of control, more aroused than ever before.

  He brought the cane down several more times, making certain I was thoroughly punished for disobeying him. When he fisted my hair, yanking back my head, he forced me to look into his eyes. I was mesmerized by the color, the iridescent blue that had captivated me from the beginning.

  “Such a bad little pet,” he whispered in a husky tone before nipping my earlobe, making certain I heard his intense and very primal growl.

  As I heard the rustle of clothing, I closed my eyes, waiting for my master to fuck me. I didn’t have to wait long. The feel of his callused hands as he rubbed them over my bruised bottom was exhilarating, a moan slipping past my lips.

  “Are you wet for me, little one?” he asked as he blew across my shoulders.

  “Yes, Master. So wet. Please fuck me. Please.”

  A dark chuckle slipped past his lips as he eased his hand between my legs, flicking the tip of his finger across my clit. I was in so much need, my pussy aching. When he drove it into my wet channel, I let out a bedraggled moan.

  “Yes, so wet. Are you desperate for me to fuck you?”

  “Yes, Master. Please...”

  He kicked my legs wide apart before grabbing my buttocks, holding me as he drove the entire length of his massive cock deep inside my pussy. He thrust hard and fast, the force driving me against the tree. He was so savage, always brutal in his taking of me. I was his pet, his plaything. His little toy.

  I was his human.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.”

  “Yes! Every inch of you belongs to me. Never forget that.”

  “No, sir.”

  “I will take you when I want, how I want, and there is nothing that you can do about it.”

  What. The. Hell?

  I bit back a moan as I envisioned his face and his throbbing cock. Him. Fantasy man. Beast of the night. Right. The stress was getting to me, the last exams taking all my mental faculties. Why in God’s name would I ever fantasize about a spanking, let alone being tied to a tree in the middle of the night? Wow. I rubbed my forehead, trying to shake off the visions.

  “Congratulations, class of twenty-two-seventy-two!” The sound of one of our instructors was obvious music to the majority of cadets’ ears. “You will make this country proud with your service.”

  I cringed, an uneasy feeling settling into my stomach, still unable to shove the odd prickly sensations away.

  “Woo-hoo!” Catcalls and whistles permeated the room, the sound echoing in my ears. The amount of colorful confetti floating down from the ceiling was a spectacular display, adding to the festive atmosphere.

  “Aren’t you excited?” Emily asked as she ripped away the pin holding her long hair in a tight bun. “Maybe you’ll get to work with your beloved beasts.”

  “Very funny.”

  “You never know,” she said in a singsong voice.

  Working with the beasts was only allowed by a select few. I would never be one of them.

  Emily Daniels was my bestie, a woman who took no shit from anyone. She was rough and aggressive, and I had a feeling her tough demeanor would garner her a top-level position in one of the government’s pristine and very secretive operational units.

  I had doubts that my assignment would be so glamorous. Working with the Breeds was only for the specially trained, men and women who knew how to handle them.

  To destroy them if necessary.

  “Yeah. Yeah,” I answered, scanning the room. I wasn’t certain what to expect, yet I continued to have a heavy foreboding feeling weighing on my mind.

  As well as dark fantasies.

  “Are you okay? You don’t look so good,” Emily said over the roar of the cadets. “As a matter of fact, you kind of look like you were rode hard.”

  I wrinkled my nose, a rush of embarrassment sliding into every pore. I’d been fantasizing about rough sex with some fucking breed instead of paying attention to my special day. “What the hell does that mean?” She was always coming up with expressions from the distant past, reminiscing when she should have been studying. She’d almost flat-lined the final tests.

  “Like you just had sex with one of the hottest, sexiest male studs in the world for hours on end, leaving you wet all over.”

  “Shut the hell up.”

  “Make me, girlfriend, and if I didn’t know how you hate men, I’d say I was right.”

  “Like I said,” I growled, glancing around the room.

  At least two of the male recruits snickered. Thank God their eyes were on her instead of me.

  I wasn’t honestly certain if I was okay. Nothing seemed to make any sense, including the nagging that remained in the back of my mind. I had a very bad feeling about the day, one that I’d looked forward to for so long. Why?

  She giggled, blowing the two guys a kiss. “Maybe that’s exactly what you do need. Hot sex.”

  “Oh, hell, no. Stop worrying about me. I just had a bad night’s sleep. That’s all.” Offering a practiced smile, I yanked an identical pin to hers from my hair, allowing my long red locks to flow over my shoulders, willing the shivers trickling down my body to go away.

  We no longer had to look prim and proper, our graduation from the Academy of Police Integration something our class had worked hard to achieve for two years. Long years. Days and nights had melded together, our studies consuming almost every hour of every day. Now we had a future to look forward to. For some crazy reason, I was nervous about moving forward.

  I’d had visions of the beast more than once, the kind that had kept me awake several nights. It was the fifth night in a row, at least the tenth time I’d thought about him, but last night’s experience had been entirely different. So... real. The creature in my dreams wasn’t an ordinary monster. He was marvelous in every way, powerful and enigmatic, drawing me to him. Long dark hair and a chiseled jaw, muscles sculpted out of the finest stone.

  Luca...

  His name meant nothing yet everything to me. For some crazy reason, I’d searched Netscape for a full hour in an attempt to find his name, but nothing had fit. There were no registered beasts by that name. As if the monster in my imagination actually existed.

  “Big bad wolf of a man. One huge cock that can go for hours,” she teased.

  “Stop it.”

  “Six-pack abs and a long tongue meant to lick you all over.”

  I gave her a harsh look even as I felt wetness pooling between my legs.

  My skin continued to crawl with the insanity of my thoughts. He wasn’t like any of the others, the Breeds that I’d met not nearly so regal. Maybe I was losing my mind. A co
ld shiver trickled down my spine and I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to control my nerves.

  “Hmmm... maybe we shouldn’t have consumed that bottle of wine last night,” she said, laughing. Leaning over, her whispered words were enough to make some people blush. “But it’s always fun as shit to talk about big, thick cocks. Just thinking about fucking one of the sexy Breeds makes me hot all over.”

  “You’re incorrigible,” I hissed, shaking my head. “I can’t do this right now.”

  “Party pooper.”

  Maybe that’s why Luca had been born in my mind. Every girl hungered to fuck one of the Breeds, yet few people had ever admitted it. It was taboo, deliciously filthy. I dragged my tongue across my lips. Our conversation had been quite graphic the night before. Why were my nipples suddenly hard, another wave of intense hunger making my panties damp?

  Get a grip, recruit.

  The night of fantasies had been enjoyable, but I was certainly paying for it now. There was nothing my little voice could do to make me feel any better.

  “You belong to me.”

  My God. I suddenly felt as if Luca was in the room, beckoning for his bad little girl.

  I would never forget his words from before the vision had disappeared. I was finished being flustered over the damn thing. Maybe the naughty fantasy was a cathartic way for my mind to celebrate my graduation in my own twisted way after such a wicked conversation. Now I had a career to start. If only I knew about my assignment, then I would feel better. Maybe. At least half the class had already heard where they would end up, the majority like happy little campers.

  Something’s not right.

  The nagging voice pecked at me, churning my insides.

  Every time the noise of champagne corks being popped sounded off, I trembled. Our graduation day had been pushed up by almost three weeks, something unheard of in the history of the academy.

  Why? Why? Why? Why?

  “Oh, all right,” Emily huffed. “You’re just nervous. We all are. Drink this, you’ll feel better.”

  As Emily shoved a glass of bubbly in my hand, movement outside of the room was easy to see through the almost floor-to-ceiling glass window. I almost had a panic attack.