His Untamed Mate (Swarii Mates Book 1)
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Epilogue
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Epilogue
More Stormy Night Books by Korey Mae Johnson
Korey Mae Johnson Links
His Untamed Mate
By
Korey Mae Johnson
Copyright © 2017 by Stormy Night Publications and Korey Mae Johnson
Copyright © 2017 by Stormy Night Publications and Korey Mae Johnson
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Johnson, Korey Mae
His Untamed Mate
Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson
Images by Period Images, Shutterstock/Kamenetskiy Konstantin, and 123RF/Sebastien Decoret
This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.
Prologue
Ellie Jonas looked in the mirror and saw with the briefest of glances that she was a mess. Earlier that day she had heard some clients, who happened to be townies in their mid-twenties, call her ‘as unfuckable as Bigfoot’ and she could hardly blame them. She stood facing the mirror like she was sizing it up, trying her best just to find at least one sexy thing about herself, and as she stared, she was coming up with nothing. That was saying something, too, because she had just turned eighteen, and supposedly this was the time in her life when she was supposed to be very concerned about how many guys she could go down on.
If she was honest with herself, she could admit that she had never seen a dick in the flesh before, and it wasn’t looking like she ever would. She hadn’t been kissed; she hadn’t even been asked out, and she could only expect her looks to decline from here.
Maybe it was her bushy eyebrows, her ratty hair, or the fact that she was normally wearing a jumpsuit not even a jailbird would be caught dead in. She was pretty hairy all over, unkempt, un-made-up, unpolished, and un-styled. She didn’t even look clean, despite having come out of a shower. Her short-cut fingernails held years of car grease and grime under them that she never expected to be able to fully get out.
She sighed at the long mirror, then bent over and scrubbed a dry towel over her wet hair.
“Hey, Elle,” her cousin, Penny, said as she walked into the bathroom without even knocking and stepped over the dirty clothes heaped on the floor to get at their shared cabinet. “Nice forest you’ve got going,” she teased. Maybe it was about Ellie’s unshaved legs or maybe her unshorn bush, but either way it didn’t matter.
Ellie made a sneering noise before muttering, “Can you shut up? I don’t really need it today.”
Penny turned to her and her straight, fiery red hair flipped smoothly over her shoulder. Penny could have walked out of a fashion magazine, and the whole town thought so. Even without makeup, Penny’s features were riveting. Instead of Ellie’s short, awkward frame, Penny had inherited the taller, sleeker frame that most of her father’s family enjoyed. “What’s wrong?” she asked, frowning at Ellie.
“Nothing,” Ellie grumped. “Just…” For a slight second, she actually considered unraveling a few things that were on her mind to her younger relative, but then realized that Penny wouldn’t understand. How could she? Penny had a lot of things going for her; she was talented, beautiful, intelligent, and already had more sexual experience than Ellie could ever hope to dream of having throughout her whole existence.
Ellie rolled her eyes and threw the towel on the pile of dirty clothes she had stockpiled in the corner of the room. “It doesn’t matter,” she grumbled.
She walked out into her bedroom and Penny silently followed her, looking like a sad puppy. “Anything you wanna talk about?”
“Nah,” Ellie said, shaking her head. “I’m totally fine. Sorry—didn’t mean to snap at you. Maybe I’m PMSing or something.” She grabbed the remote on her dresser and turned on the tiny thirteen-inch television next to her bed.
A talking head appeared on the screen right before it showed several pictures of teenaged girls who had been kidnapped that week. They were from New Zealand, England, Ireland, Australia, and the United States—all English-speaking countries and all far apart from each other. The circumstances of the disappearances were similar, but also nonsensical. It was as if the girls had disappeared into nothing, without a trace or a clue. She had tuned in as she put on her underwear and sports bra, but even when a commercial came on, Penny was still in her room, looking at her.
“What?” Ellie asked, raising an eyebrow at her suspiciously.
“I dunno. You seem really glum to me. Why don’t you come out with me and my friends to Landon’s? You know, just dinner and dancing.” Penny lifted her dark red eyebrows and a wicked smile crossed her lips. “A bunch of guys will be there…” she added suggestively.
Ellie couldn’t imagine a place she wanted to be less than Landon’s—which was basically a meat market in their little town in the middle of Nowheresville—particularly surrounded by a bunch of Penny’s pretty friends and hot guys who would ignore her in lieu of other girls. Maybe a couple of them who wanted to take a stab at Penny herself would ask Ellie for a dance just to warm up to her. Ellie had been used as such a prop quite a few times in the last year. She even winced at the invitation for a moment, making Penny bite her lip sadly.
“Nah,” Ellie said, shaking her head. “I’m tired. I think I’m just gonna watch a movie.”
“Everyone’s gonna be out, though. Even Tim and Tom have dates tonight. You’re on your own. If you’re feeling sad, you shouldn’t be alone,” Penny sulked.
“Who said I’m sad?” Ellie asked, unintentionally sounding a bit gruff.
Penny shrugged her slender shoulders. “You don’t seem like you’re experiencing your usual case of don’t-give-a-fucks, that’s all. I thought you’d be happy; our dads were gushing over you all night!”
Ellie was putting her shirt over her head, but that statement made her pause. “They weren’t gushing over me,” she told her, thinking back over dinner. She’d come in, and her father had ruffled her hair up and her uncle had made a joke about her being the hard worker of the family now that her brother Mike was ‘wasting his time down in Texas.’ But she could hardly call that gushing. It wasn’t unusual. And besides, she had been working in the family garage since she could pick up a wrench—of course her father and his brother would talk to her a lot.
Penny’s lips firmed up for a moment, but then she looked up at the ceiling. “Well, they weren’t not gushing over you, anyway,” she replied in a petulant tone.
“Pen,” Ellie sighed. “Our dads have never gushed a day in their life. The hand of God himself could squeeze them, and the most they could do is let out a wet fart of gratitude or admiration. And what they have is for mom and Aunt Molly.” Rolling her eyes, she added, “C’mon, wake up. The most any of us can hope for is that they don’t stand in our way
and stay off our asses. If you’re looking for a dad that’d take you to Disneyland, then you were born into the wrong family.”
Ellie didn’t know how dry her tone was until she looked over at Penny and realized that her comment had plainly struck some sort of chord. Penny stood quietly for once, awkward like a child who had just dropped their ice cream. But after a moment, she straightened and said, “Sure you don’t want to come along tonight?”
“I’m absolutely positive. I’m not very good company, anyway.”
“Alright,” Penny sighed. “I gotta do my face,” she excused herself, gesturing to the Jack-and-Jill bathroom they shared. “If you change your mind… just meet up with us.”
“Alright.” Ellie looked over and gave a kind smile to Penny. She was like a puppy, sometimes—she just wanted a pat on the head and to be told she was a good girl. “Thanks, Pen. Have a good time.”
She thought that was it for company once she heard one of Penny’s friends honking outside the house and saw Penny scurry down the hallway past her bedroom. But an hour later, her door opened up, again without any knocking. Both of Penny’s brothers shuffled into her room, looking at her with twin grins. Tom, dressed in a clean shirt and a cowboy hat, threw a bag of Cheetos at her. “Hey, shorty,” Tom greeted. “Penny texted us and said you were sad or some shit. So we got you some primo bud and some Cheetos.”
“I’m not sad,” Ellie quickly argued, but she sat up in bed and opened the bag of Cheetos. She looked over at Tom’s twin brother, Tim, just before he reached his hand into her opened bag. She slapped his wrist away. He already had glassy eyes; apparently he had sampled the ‘primo bud’ he had gotten her. “I just didn’t feel like going out.”
“It was because those guys called you a dog earlier, isn’t it?” Tim immediately guessed, pulling a joint out of his pocket and lighting it with a lighter shaped like an elephant attempting to be sexy. “I thought you were too above that kind of bullshit to let it bother you.” He took in a drag and then passed her the joint.
Ellie flushed slightly, her chest restricting with humiliation. She hadn’t had any idea that anyone else had heard the assholes make fun of her. She was less than surprised that the twins hadn’t reacted to it. The only person who would have defended her against something like that might have been her older brother. Getting into people’s faces was far from either of the twins’ style.
“They called me ‘Bigfoot,’ not a ‘dog,’” Ellie corrected, trying to sound lofty about it, like she couldn’t care less. “And I don’t give a shit. I don’t recall that either of them looked like George Clooney, either.”
“Don’t kid yourself. One of them looked like Zac Fucking Efron,” Tom snorted, leaning against the door frame. He had never been very good at making anyone feel better. The more he tried, the worse he seemed to get at it. “He didn’t need to look like George Clooney. I would have fucked him, and I’m not even gay. But hey—I totally know how his hotness only makes them calling you names worse. So like—if you need us to cancel our dates and… you know… have us give you moral support and shit, then—”
“Man, don’t be depressing,” she begged Tom. “Can you guys just go screw and be merry already? I really am fine. I just worked for like twelve hours straight and I’m as fried as fuck.”
“That’s our girl,” Tim said, nudging her cheek with the edge of his fist. “Besides, by the end of that joint, you won’t give a shit about whatever’s eating you, whether that’s work or whatever. That I promise you. Hey,” he pulled a DVD out from behind his back and slapped it down on her bedspread, “Godzilla. You’re welcome. And there’s a whole Chunky Monkey downstairs. Well, half of a Chunky Monkey—it was a long way home, and it sounded good to me. But I definitely left you some. So you’re fucking set, cos.”
She smirked at them and said, “You guys are the best. Thanks.”
“Hey, you know—you might look a little grungy,” Tim said thoughtfully as he pulled away from her. “But you’re the coolest chick I know.”
She didn’t know what to say to that, so she thanked them both for the weed, the movie, and the snacks and watched them leave. She hadn’t been lying when she’d said she’d rather they go on their dates than stay with her—it wasn’t as if they were very good at boosting her ego—but she felt even worse after they left her alone in the house.
Maybe it was because turning eighteen the week before was suddenly making her emotionally soft, she wasn’t sure. As her cousins had admitted, she normally didn’t give a fuck about what anyone around her said. She’d heard worse about herself, and she knew she would draw a lot of scrutiny as a woman mechanic. When she had dropped out of school she had faced scrutiny from the community, and many folks had said she was an uneducated hayseed. That hadn’t bothered her, either.
Right in the middle of her existential crisis, around the part where she was halfway through her bag of Cheetos and she’d given in and smoked the joint Tim had so thoughtfully provided, her brother called her. At first, she staunchly decided against picking up her phone, but she accidentally accepted the call when she meant to reject it. In a small panic of weed-induced paranoia, she couldn’t problem-solve her way out of the call. She had to answer. “Sup, Mike?”
“Are you overworked right now?” Mike asked. Ellie had never in her life had a normal phone conversation with her brother. Whenever he called, he had a purpose, and the normal phone etiquette like, ‘Hey, how are you? I’m good,’ was always entirely absent.
“No?” she replied, so confused that she answered his question with what amounted to a question.
“Then maybe you should be. Penny said you were being… I don’t even know what word she used, and I didn’t care because I was in the middle of getting my dick sucked at the time—thanks for ruining that, by the way—but I think she said grouchy or some fucking thing. Made me promise to call you, like you need my love and support to make you feel complete or some such shit. Personally, I think she’s been watching too much Dr. Phil. But anyway, you’re never grouchy with Penny. Nobody’s grouchy with Penny. The reason nobody’s grouchy with Penny, you see, is because then she calls everyone up and tries to stage some sort of happiness intervention or something,” he explained, as if Ellie was new to the family and hadn’t understood this nuance.
“I know,” Ellie huffed, leaning back against her bed’s headboard while popping a Cheeto into her mouth. “But she was being really annoying. Like, you know how you’re being annoying right now? That was her.”
“What? Are you on the rag or something?” Mike snapped. “Let me explain something to you,” he said more slowly. “Our lives are all miserable enough without us shitting on each other. It’s us against them. If you feel like you’re actually starting to grow a vagina, I suggest you go work in the garage until you’re too tired to speak to anyone. Especially not to Penny. Got it?”
“I love our little talks,” she replied flatly, the corners of her mouth folding downward. She was used to her brother’s way of speaking to her and everyone else—like he was a battle commander with a soft spot for Penny, mostly because both Penny’s parents and her and Mike’s parents always treated Penny like shit, and so at a young age Mike had gathered Ellie and their cousins into a sort of team. She supposed this was sweet of him to do, but she also feared that it was going to be hard to explain to her future therapist.
“Sorry, Sis. Hey, if there’s anything you need, just call me to dish. I like being kept in the loop, anyway,” he offered. From her past experience, however, she knew that as soon as she started to complain about anything, he’d just tell her to suck it up.
“I’m really not even upset by anything,” she told him, and then assured herself that this was true. “Wanna play a game of Halo with me?”
“I do,” he yawned. “But it’s late here, and I got a game tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow night, after we win.”
“Yeah, it’s a plan,” she droned. “Good luck tomorrow.”
“Luck’s for pussies,” Mi
ke snorted in a laugh. “But thanks. I’ll talk to you later.”
She ended the call and plopped the cellphone back down by her thigh. By the time she was done with the Cheetos, the movie was over as well. By then, she was beginning to feel better. Somewhere around when all the monsters on the screen were really making a mess of San Francisco, she began to consider how lucky she was. She had an annoying family, true, but they were all very close. She, Mike, and their cousins had all grown up in the same oversized house and they knew each other backward and forward. Not many people had friends that close, let alone blood relations.
So it didn’t matter what she looked like. She had everything in life she wanted: a job she enjoyed, close friends, lots of fun, and a support system for any time she’d ever conceivably be unhappy. She didn’t need anything new, she didn’t need to be on a different path, or have different priorities. She was just fine.
She slowly raised herself from her bed, brushed a few Cheetos’ worth of orange crumbs off of her, and then stumbled into the bathroom. When she was this high, brushing her teeth seemed like an epic challenge. She was trying to pay close attention to her teeth in the mirror in front of her, and was leaning over the sink enough to catch the inevitable eventual toothpaste spill, when she was certain that she saw a blinding light coming from the window above the toilet.
It took her maybe thirty seconds to react to the light, even though it was there and gone in only five seconds. Ellie simply didn’t know how to process it. She couldn’t guess what could have caused a flash like that, and so she decided that she had just imagined it. After she spit out her toothpaste and rinsed, she became less and less certain that she had imagined anything, because there were blinding orbs still dotting her vision.
She rested her toothbrush on the sink ledge and then walked slowly toward the window, as if she expected to be blinded by the bright light a second time. When she leaned over the toilet and looked outside, though, she didn’t see anything. Just darkness beyond her father’s garage across the street from the house. It looked just like it had every other night.