Page 48 of Dark Company

It’s not the same though. I don’t care about some faceless woman harboring my seed inside her body. I care about Karis. I want her to be happy above all else, and if a baby is what she needs, then she will have one. The only thing that bothers me is forcing her to do this when I’ve already forced a bond on her she didn’t want.

Still. It’s not a bad idea at all. In fact, I could just chain her up and force my cum into her body until she’s swollen with it. I could keep her so sexually satisfied that she wouldn’t even have the will to fight back anymore. It doesn’t feel right to me, but I see no other way for us to reconcile.

Reaching for the cuffs, I first bind one hand, then fight with her for the other. She swipes at me like a feral animal, as if she’s unable or unwilling to be tamed. I step away for a moment and watch her, dumbfounded as she claws at the restraint, as if her fingers can dismantle metal. I see it now. I understand. She’s not feral at all. She’s a wounded animal that needs to be cared and tended for.

The moment of clarity dissipates as she growls at me once more. I can’t keep giving in like this. She’ll never learn that way. Despite the agony ricocheting through my heart at causing her more discomfort, I need to make an impression on her that she’s no longer in charge. That duty falls to me. If I have to hurt her to get her to see reason, then that’s going to have to be collateral damage.

Forcing myself to harden my heart, I stare down at Karis, watching the tantrum she’s giving me—like a toddler and feral animal all rolled into one. It’s settled then; if she wants to act like an animal, then I will treat her like one. Waiting for a lull in her movements, I yank the other hand towards me and chain it before walking around to the other side of the pillar and pulling the chain tight, bringing her hands up against the rough wood.

I step back into her field of view as I stare deep into her eyes and stroke my shaft. Precum wells up, and in that instant, her eyes dilate and zero in on my tip. Karis licks her lips, and I smile. There’s at least one thing she can’t resist, and that’s the pheromones that my body gives off. It’s infused in my cum, in my sweat, and she craves it, even as her body rankles in fury.

Giving her a soft pat on the head, I walk over to the corner of the tent where some utensils are stored and rummage around until I find a shallow dish. It’s not flat like a plate, but it’s also not deep like a bowl. Bringing it over to her, I hold it to the tip of my cock as I work myself over.

The rasp of my fingers as it brushes over my skin is far more unpleasant than being buried inside her pussy. It was warm there, welcoming. In contrast, my hand feels harsh and clinical. Going back around, I set the plate down and wedge my legs between her thighs, spreading her out. I slide the tip in and groan as Karis clamps around me.

I will use her like the milking machine used me, and in the end, it will be far more pleasant. If only I could separate my brain from hers, to view her as the animal she acts like instead of the woman I wish to gather into my arms and squeeze tight until the broken pieces of both of our lives stitch themselves together.

But she won’t let me.

She won’t let me in.

This is my only recourse, and it’s not like it can make things worse.

In one long stroke, I fill her up, drinking in her moans and sighs. She stills underneath me, the anger subsiding for these few precious moments. When I pull out, her soft whimpers are like music to my ears. I slam in again, gripping her hips in my hands as I use her like the sex object she obviously wishes to be. Dispassionate sex. Clean, no ties. Not at all how I want it or how I need it.

Every time I pound into her, my soul dies inside. I don’t want this. I didn’t ask for this. This isn’t the relationship I cried for, begged for. I wanted a wife, a mate, someone to share my joys and fears with. Not just a warm body to fuck. If I wanted that, I would have made myself content with the brothels. But no. I was too scared of breaking the women there, of hurting them.

The irony is that I now have a mate that I cannot break. It doesn’t matter what I do or say; she doesn’t give in. Tears roll down my cheeks, but I don’t brush them away. I let them fall onto her hot skin, hoping that she understands how her actions tear me apart, how the frustration is causing me so much distress.

She’s not a man that I can hunt down and kill. She’s not some recalcitrant warrior that I have to show who’s boss. So many things I could do to her if that were the case. I’m trained in the art of torture, of pain, but I can’t use any of those tricks on her. To do so would be to kill her, and that’s the last thing I want.

I have to learn new methods of getting results, and, with no one to guide me, it’s going to be by trial and error. There’s no guidebook to tell me what to do. No training manual, no on-the-job training. I have nothing. All my resources are for nothing.

My balls clench up despite the turmoil in my mind. Pulling out, I aim my cock at the dish and continue stroking myself as my knot swells. Sliding my fingers deep inside her pussy, I gather more slick to use as lubricant. Fisting my knot in one hand, I stroke with the other until my cum pours out onto the dish.

I shout my frustrations to the heavens, letting all my rage and conflicted emotions pour out of me, filling up the dish with my cum. It’s enough for now. This will tide her over until I’m able to procure us food. Picking up the dish, I slide it in front of her face and ignore the snort of disgust.

If she’s hungry enough, she will eat. When I loosen up the chain, I only give her enough room to lie down, but not much else. This isn’t a permanent solution, but it will have to do for now. She will undoubtedly need to go to the bathroom at some point.

I just have to get out of this tent and somewhere where I can let my mind settle. The feelings I have towards her lean towards violence, and that’s not what I need to give into. Pulling on a light tunic, I wrap an undershirt underneath to hide the mark Karis gave me. I’m not ready for anyone to know she holds that type of power over me just yet.

If they can see that she’s marked me, they may use that against me. With just my bond, I hold most of the power, but now that she’s embedded herself into me, she has far more ability to influence me. If she were to get into the wrong hands, that can be dangerous indeed.

My hands clench with the need to throttle her, to bend her to my will, to force her to see reason, but I know it will never work. Violence only begets more violence. If I am to win her over, I have to be calm, collected, in charge. But I can’t be that way when she looks up at me with pure hatred in her eyes.

I can’t force myself to be calm when every breath I take is laced with her anger. Her very moods dictate my actions, and that’s now how a good soldier acts. I need to get this out of my body, ease the rage out of my blood so I can once again see her with rational eyes.

Growling under my breath, I storm out of the tent, leaving Karis by herself. Leon spots me and eases off the wooden fence that houses the food, his brows drawn down into a fierce frown. “You seem troubled.”

“Yes. Is there anyone in the fighting pits?”

He draws back and rests his hand on my arm, but jerks it back at my growl. “You have a mate now. Shouldn’t you be tending to her? It’s only been a handful of days. Surely, she’s not out of her heat yet.”

“She is,” I bark out in clipped tones. “We are wholly incompatible. I’m trying to do the responsible thing by taking it out in the pits rather than on her. I assume this is a far better solution than rending the girl in half?”

Leon chuckles, his soft laugh grating against my skin. “She’s a woman. How difficult can she be? I know you don’t have a lot of experience -.”

“None!” I scream out, ignoring the curious stares as other Alphas and betas duck out of their tents. “I have no experience. She’s my first one, and all my training is good for shit when it comes to her. I don’t need your help; I need a body to punch before I go berserk on her.”