Chapter 26 Talon
I had been in this tiny room for hours. After a while, the nasty blonde bitch wheeled a medical bed into the room. That wasn’t foreboding or anything.
I paced the small space until finally the beady-eyed Dr. Zolkos entered, dragging an office chair behind him. He motioned to the bed, and I hopped up on it, as he positioned the chair and sat down. He had a stupid clipboard in one hand and his glasses were tucked into his lab coat's front pocket.
The door opened again, and the bitch pushed forward a metal tray loaded with various tools, including latex gloves and a huge syringe filled with a neon green liquid.
The syringe was so large and artificially colored that it looked straight out of one of Ryker’s morning cartoons and would have been comical if not for the fact that it was surely about to be used on me.
Both my wolf and I were tired of being experimented on. Our patience for it had grown thin, and we wanted to get the fuck out of here. Deep claw marks scattered the walls, evidence of the wolf's many escape attempts.
They had brought me to this room daily to test their new sedatives. It was always the same; they would wheel in that huge fucking needle, filled with neon liquids of all different colors, and tell me to drop my pants.
Well, almost the same; the bed was new.
Once they had administered the shot to the muscle of my ass, they would remove all the furniture and equipment before throwing a pair of underwear into the room and locking the door.
One-way glass lined the wall, so I’m sure they all gathered on the other side to watch me scramble for the underwear like the feral creature I had become, as my body broke apart, gruesomely contorting into my wolf.
The underwear was always damp in the crotch, and the omega’s scent filled the space with tortuous honey and vanilla perfume, enticing the beast out of the deepest place within me and forcing my body to shift violently.
I’m sure they all were oohing and awing behind the glass, recording me like a zoo animal and scribbling down notes on those fucking clipboards.
My wolf wanted to slaughter them all, escape this room, and find our omega.
It lunged at the glass, powerfully throwing its weight into the mirror, hoping it would shatter, but it never did.
The beast would spend hours clawing at the walls and howling, repeating over and over, “Mate.”
It had one urge, one singular focus: to find our omega, mark and fuck her.
When I finally could recall it and force the shift back to my human form, I had little energy left, my body pushed past the verge of pain and exhaustion. My muscles ached, the wolf clawed from inside, and my dick’s knot remained swollen from the scent of our omega’s arousal.
My pain and longing for her made me so horny I often pleasured myself afterward. I’m sure the science geeks were all shocked by the pornographic display and my inability to control my sexual urges, but I could care-less about what they thought.
Voyeurism wasn’t my kink; pain and degradation were, although being watched jacking-off behind the glass didn’t bother me much. As a shifter, I had felt like a zoo animal being watched behind glass my whole life, so it was relatively normal at this point.
Dr. Zolkos didn’t bother saying anything, just made a circular motion with his pointer, showing that I should turn around.
He slipped on the gloves and prepped the syringe.
I turned, exposing my ass muscle by dropping my pants, and waited for the needle.
When it broke my skin, its sharp burn shot straight to my dick, making me semi-hard from the small amount of pain.
I was losing control and needed to get out of here.
“Are you sleeping any better Lieutenant?” Zolkos questioned as I refastened my belt and sat on the bed’s edge.
I hadn’t been sleeping much. I wasn’t sure if it was the medications they were testing on me, or just my wolf’s constant, restless stirring. Night after night, I would lie awake for hours, as my thoughts circled endlessly around Rowan.
And when sleep finally came, it never stayed long. The nightmares would drag me under, dark and suffocating, only to tear me awake moments later. I’d shoot up in bed, panting, heart slamming in my chest.
The images slipped away the second my eyes opened, but the raw, hollow, feeling lingered. I couldn’t recall the details, only that Rowan was always present. A flash of her red hair bright in the darkness, floating like smoke, just out of reach. And my wolf’s clawed hand, stretching for her.
“Not really,” I said as he made a note on his stupid clipboard.
“I believe based on our adjustments to the formula and previous trials, that we have finally produced a working and viable sedative that will only affect your wolf and allow you to have complete control over it.”
“Great news. Throw some panties in here so I can smell them and be on my way. I’m done with this. My wolf is done with it too. I want to talk to Cade,” I said firmly, unable to keep the growl from my voice.
“What a coincidence, Captain Cade is here, just outside of this room. He is about to come in now to speak with you, and then we will run one last test. Once it’s complete, you can be on your way, Lieutenant Grayson.
Is that amenable to you?” He responded emotionlessly, eyeing me with those beady little eyes.
My wolf wanted to do things to this man that would scar a witness for life.
It wanted to roll in his blood and rip his limbs off with its serrated teeth.
“Sound’s good, Doc,” I said flatly, despite violence and wrath bubbling beneath the surface.
I had to put my mask back into place, needing to regain control of my wolf and my impulses.
He left the room, taking his chair and the medical tray with him, so I was alone again with just the bed.
I still wasn’t sure why it was in here. I laid back on it, staring at the ceiling, rubbing my ass muscle, which was sore from the shot, until a click of the door opening told me Cade was in the room now.
“Hey man. How are you doing?” he asked, eyeing me warily.
“Good, Cade, but I need to get the fuck out of here. I’m done with this.
You told me I would not be a lab rat anymore.
I thought I wasn’t ever going to do this again.
Why the fuck did you send me here!?” I asked, jumping off the bed and pacing back and forth, running my fingers through my silver undercut.
“I know what I promised; you don’t have to remind me.
But you almost killed a nurse, Talon! You could have hurt Rowan.
You tried to fuck her shifted. She was a virgin, for Christ’s sake!
You needed this, I’m sorry,” he said, rubbing his temples and continuing, “I didn’t want to send you here.
I know it feels like a betrayal after what you have been through, but I had no other choice!
I need to make sure you can control yourself and that she is safe. You know that.”
My rationality returned with his reasoning and the sedative now working its way through my body.
He was right. I had almost killed that nurse, and I could have seriously hurt Rowan.
My wolf needed to be controlled. It demanded that I mark and mate our omega.
I couldn’t satisfy its hunger until I fucked and bit her.
This sedative was my only chance of doing that without the wolf shifting and taking control. I knew how dangerous that would be.
“Fuck, man, yes, I know that. I don’t want to hurt her either. Well, I mean I do… but not like that.”
Cade snorted at my admission. He knew my bedroom tastes were less than vanilla.
“Catch,” he said, tossing a pair of light blue underwear at me he had pulled from the back pocket of his pants.
I held them to my face, and the second her scent hit my nose, my half-hard chub turned to granite. The scent on this pair was better than the rest because it wasn't just the scent of her pussy; Rowan had been aroused when she was wearing these. The damp spot was omega slick. They were also fresh.
I searched my body for any sign of my wolf, worried the scent would trigger my shift again. I braced myself for pain, but nothing happened. It was as if my wolf was asleep, practically undetectable. The Beast didn’t so much as stir at the scent.
“Where’d you get these from?” I asked him with a smirk, eyebrows raised knowingly. “What exactly have I been missing out on?”
“You haven’t missed out on much… I just slid them off her last night, right before I had sex with her,” he said triumphantly.
So Rowan wasn’t a virgin anymore… interesting.
Virgins weren’t really my thing. I know Cade and Ryker had more of a penchant for that.
Ryker had nearly fallen out of his chair with excitement when Cade told him about her hymen being in-tact.
Inexperienced women were too shy and scared about the things I needed and wanted during sex.
They craved vanilla sweetness, no blood or pain.
“I’m good, man,” I said, holding up the light blue lace pair and giving them another sniff for good measure. “No reaction. The wolf is all tucked away. I don’t feel it at all. Can we go now?” I asked while making my way to the door.
Cade turned his body, blocking my pathway to leave.
“Not yet. We need to run one more test.”
“I thought that was the test?” I groaned while cracking my knuckles, trying to keep my composure.
“Only half of it. We have to be absolutely sure that it works. There can’t be any chance that you are going to hurt her, or try to mark her while shifted. I need to know that you are in control, not the wolf.”
“Okay, Cade, I agree. What’s the test, and what the hell does the bed have to do with it?”
“I think you’ll quite enjoy this part of the experiment.
Rowan's here. She’s outside with Ryker. We're going to bring her inside to you and test the sedative. You told Dr. Zolkos that your wolf refuses to behave until it marks and mates her, and that is why you keep shifting. If that’s the only way to guarantee that you won’t shift suddenly and accidentally hurt her, then we do it here, with the sedative in a controlled environment.
It will satisfy your wolf and allow you to regain control over it. ”
I hadn’t been able to smell her because the little observation room was airtight.
Knowing that Rowan was right outside the room made my heartbeat skip.
I had been desperate to be close to her for days.
Though, it surprised me that Cade wanted me to mate her and mark her here and now.
“Is she on board with this? She doesn’t even know me. Why is she going to go along with this?”
Consent was required from my sexual partners. I had plenty of women tap-out during sex, not wanting to play along with my fantasies anymore, and they were always free to leave at any point. Participation had to be willing.
Cade shrugged. “She doesn’t know yet, but Rowan wants to be a good girl for us.
Her instincts have been riding her hard.
She’s been very responsive to the three of us.
Ryker is working her libido up in the hallway as we speak.
I’ll send him in too; I know how much you two love sharing with each other.
Be careful with her though; she needs time to get acclimated to your tastes, Talon,” he said, leaving me with that stern warning before slipping out of the room.
Although I couldn’t feel my wolf through the haze of sedatives, my desire for her remained sharp—undimmed.
I yearned for her with a desperation that bordered on obsession, craving even the smallest glimpse, the slightest touch.
The distance had only made it worse. I was starving for her and finally about to get a taste of what I’d been denied for so long.