Chapter 19 #2
“I got the city from your mom either way. Didn’t take much time after that to track you down.
You tried so hard to hide your scent from me, but subconsciously, you know you belong with me.
” He pulls me close and buries his nose in my hair, breathing deep.
I shove at him, but my hand just slides off his shoulder.
“That’s why you left your enchanted item at that shithole of a restaurant. ”
I freeze at his words. Did I really drop my keys? I wrack my brain, but the last thing I remember is seeing Alexis open that back door and letting Jake inside. Everything after that is a blur of gray static.
With effort, I subtly pat my pockets, making myself stumble in the process. He’s right, my keys are nowhere to be found, but that doesn’t mean they didn’t drop onto the floorboards of his car.
The darkness deepens as we reach the trees, the trunks seeming to swallow our footsteps.
Again, I dig my feet into the ground, but instead of continuing to drag me, he lets go of me.
My legs are not ready to hold my weight, and they promptly collapse beneath me, dropping me to the leaf-strewn ground.
I groan, pushing myself to my knees on shaking arms.
That was a dick move.
“You stink like wolf. That needs to be remedied before I get you back home.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t think taking a dip in the lake is a good idea with whatever you gave me.” Though drowning is preferable to being locked up in a basement.
“I wasn’t talking about bathing you.” Jake’s breath blows against my ear, and I jerk away from him with a gasp.
The fear that’s been ping-ponging in the back of my mind roars to the forefront and I try to scramble away from him.
He grins down at me, his pupils narrowing to slits and turning a muddy yellow.
He gives me a wide grin as I fall back from him, but I’m still uncoordinated from whatever Jake gave me.
All I manage to do is trip myself on my own flailing limbs.
I land on my back with a thump, one leg twisted under me as Jake looms above me like the proverbial monster. Though with glowing snake eyes and a pair of ridiculously long fangs flicking down from his upper jaw, there’s nothing “proverbial” about this.
I know it’s useless, but I’m not going to lie here and not do anything. I’ve never been terrified before, but I am now. I can barely hear anything over the beating of my heart. Even as I flip onto my stomach and attempt to crawl away, all noise is drowned out by my panicked gasping.
Strong hands grip my hips, and I kick out instinctively. My uncoordinated thrashing gets me nowhere, and I grunt as he jerks me back. Disturbed earth fills my lungs as I claw at the dirt, trying to drag myself out of his grasp, but all I manage to do is dig trenches into the ground with my fingers.
I twist my body, kicking out when I can, but he doesn’t relent. His hands reach under my shirt, and I recoil at the feel of dry, rough scales scraping my skin. I roll, batting at his hands in a blind panic as his fingers grip the waistband of my jeans.
Nonononononono!
I kick out desperately, bucking my body to dislodge him. Somehow, in my wild kicking, I land a blow, and Jake grunts, his body folding over. I immediately roll, scrabbling at the ground to get my footing.
One of his hands falls away, and I launch myself forward, screaming as lines of agony run down my hip and thigh as his claws tear through my skin and jeans like wet paper. Hot warmth pours down my leg, but I lurch to my feet and take off.
My ruined jeans flap around my injured leg, each step agony as I race on unsteady limbs, stumbling my way across the nearly pitch-black field toward the idling car. If I can get to the car, I can get away.
I’m almost to the overgrown parking lot when my foot connects with something hidden in the darkness, and I sprawl forward, barely catching myself before my face slams into the ground. Dirt and dry grass fill my senses, and I can taste blood in my mouth—no doubt I bit my lip on impact.
Just have to get to my feet. The car is only a few dozen yards away, its headlights a beacon of escape.
The sound of rustling grass behind me, quickly approaching, has my blood going cold, and I stumble painfully to my feet. I barely make it an additional three feet before Jake’s hand grabs the collar of my shirt, and he’s pushing me to the ground again.
I land on my forearms, immediately twisting around when his hands yank my torn jeans down my body.
I freeze at what I see. Bathed in the harsh glare of the car’s headlights, Jake grins down at me in his shifted form.
Black scales cover his body, lightening to a pale gray down his midriff.
His bald head is mostly serpentine, his nose and jaw thrusting outward, and those yellow eyes staring out from beneath a brow ridge.
His broad shoulders taper down, but where his legs are supposed to be, there’s a thick column of scaled muscle.
“Yes, you reek of wolf. That will not be tolerated,” Jake says casually, the physical changes to his mouth making the words sound drawn out and raspy. He reaches in front of himself, one black-clawed hand rubbing almost playfully across a section of hexagonal scales.
I let out a pathetic whimper as the scales part and Jake wraps his hand around the scaled dick that emerges, his cockhead nearly as wide as my fist.
Jake laughs, a raspy, psychotic sound, and I pull myself backward.
The adrenaline has everything in sharp focus and simultaneously blurry.
I can hear the swishing sound as Jake slithers after me, that long tail undulating through the weeds, even though the muscle movement below his naval look exactly like I would expect to see if he had his human legs.
The scent of crushed plants, disturbed earth, and the obnoxious musk of snake fills my nose and coats my tongue, rivaling the taste of blood.
The dry leaves and sticks prickle against my bare ass.
The cracked pavement digs into the palms of my hand as I drag myself closer to the car, but I know I won’t reach it. There’s no way I’m fast enough to get to the car before he strikes.
I don’t bother begging Jake to stop. He continues to stroke himself, edging himself as he stalks me slowly.
I can try to run again, force him to kill me or drug me again, but I know it’s a lost cause.
I have no idea how deeply he cut me, but my thigh hurts like hell, and I don’t even know if I can support my weight anymore.
I swallow, my throat dry from the fear. But I got away from him once, who says I can’t do it again? I’m not going to simply give up. I refuse to give him that satisfaction.
Especially when my left hand brushes against the shattered side of a bottle. I grip it, hoping like hell Jake doesn’t notice.
“Have you finally learned your place? You aren’t talking, my sweet,” Jake hisses, then groans as he rubs the palm of his hand against his cockhead.
I stubbornly refuse to answer. There’s no reason in talking to him.
He seems to agree, because he rushes forward, faster than I thought possible.
One hand whips out, clawed fingers wrapping around my bicep.
Instinctively, I lash out with my left hand, the jagged piece of bottle slicing a path across his stomach.
He stops with a hiss, his gaze dropping to where I’ve managed to carve through the gray scales, dangerously close to his dick. My eyes widen in horror. Without his hand stroking himself, the truth of what Jake plans to use on me becomes very apparent.
He doesn’t have one giant scaled dick. He has two, and they are pointing in opposite directions. If he lets those go, he’ll split me apart! The horror has me turning and fleeing, but a heavy weight lands on my lower legs, forcing me to the ground.
“Oh, my sweet, where do you think you’re going?” Jake murmurs, the coils of his snake body tightening and wiggling between my feet, forcing them apart. I try desperately to keep my legs together, to shake off the heavy weight of his tail, but I’m trapped.
Jake runs his claws down my back, grabbing the tattered remains of my jeans and ripping them away. Those same claws spread my cheeks, exposing me, and I jam the heel of my hand into my mouth to keep the sobs from escaping.
I will not cry. I will NOT!
Jake’s hands clench my cheeks as a guttural hiss slithers up my spine. “You allowed that flea-infested mutt to fuck you?!”
I almost snort out a laugh, but the humor disappears the moment I feel the blunt head of his dick.
He breaches me in a single thrust, and the pain rips a scream from my throat.
“Oh, good. You’re still loose. That means it will take a while before I inevitably kill you.
My kind can fuck for days,” Jake boasts, his tongue flicking against the shell of my ear.
With a chuckle, he pulls out, and I barely have time to brace myself before he’s forcing both cocks inside of me. I struggle against him, twisting my body in an attempt to dislodge him, but it only takes a couple of shallow thrusts before he’s tunneling into me again.
I give up on trying to be stubborn and not cry out.
I give up on trying to be silent. Unlike all the times with Frankie, this hurts!
I claw at the pavement beneath me, tears blurring my vision as I cry.
But my screams fall on deaf ears, and, as Jake sets a brutal rhythm, I pray I pass out before too long.
At least when I’m unconscious, I can’t feel anything.