Chapter 8
8
When Bella woke up, she was cradled in Alex's arms in their bed. Everything was sore. Alex's body was hot against hers, his fingers idly stroking her hair. Shifting slightly she tilted her head back to look at him, and his movement abruptly stilled.
"You're awake, are you all right?" The words came out in a rush, and before she had time to answer, Alex had already pulled her in tight against his broad chest.
Bella squeaked in surprise, his arms practically forcing the air out of her lungs he was holding her so tightly. It took a moment, in her shock, to even understand what he was whispering, over and over again.
"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry."
Bella pushed at him. "For what?"
His hold loosened, possibly in surprise, as she kept pushing. She wanted to be able to look at him. The consternation on his face was obvious, a deep line ran across his brow as he frowned at her.
"For what I did to you. I'm so sorry. I fucked up. I flipped out when they took you and I attacked some of the guards. The Wolf gave me a choice... It was either me or Dr. Margolis." His words were slightly broken, he couldn't look her in the eyes, but Bella quickly figured out what he was trying to say, and her breath caught in terror at the thought of being back in the hands of the sadistic doctor. "I couldn't explain... I'm so sorry."
"Alex, Alex, stop," she said, keeping her voice soothing as she pushed down her own panic hearing the doctor's name. Her hands rubbed across Alex's chest, touching him, comforting him. She could practically feel the shame and guilt emanating off of him. "It's okay. I don't blame you for what happened."
"You should."
"Stop that." She smacked him lightly. That made him look at her, finally, and she stared back earnestly. "I don't blame you. I was freaked out when they took me too. And I'd take you over the doctor any day. Okay?"
He blew out a long breath, obviously not entirely reassured, but he nodded his head. "Okay."
Snuggling back into him, Bella wrapped her arms and legs around him. He was still tense, but slowly he relaxed as she cuddled with him. His tension didn’t dissipate completely though. She could tell the guilt was still eating at him. Bella grimaced, hating knowing that he was beating himself up.
"I didn't hate it," she whispered.
"What?" This time it was Alex's turn to push her away slightly, so that he could hear what she'd said.
Heat suffused her cheeks and she could barely look at him. She felt her own bit of shame at the admission, but it was true. "I didn't hate all of it." She glanced at him, but he didn't look like he was judging her. Mostly, he just looked surprised. Almost hopeful. "I trusted you not to really hurt me... besides, some of it was..." Her voice trailed off. She couldn't find the words.
Somehow Alex seemed to know what she was saying anyway. Folding her back into his arms, like she was a fragile object, he cradled her, his fingers stroking her hair again. When he whispered, she finally understood why he was feeling so guilty.
"I didn't hate all of it either."
* * *
Alex was spitting mad at being separated from Bella again. The night before, the Wolf had come with the cream to help her, and Alex had no choice but to watch as the man ran his hands all over her body and inside of her. All the places where Alex had hurt her, the Wolf healed her. The irony was not lost on any of them. Thankfully, after that, the Wolf had left again.
This morning had gone like any other, but then instead of being taken to the main hall, Bella was led away by other soldiers. Alex found himself in the main hall, without her. He wanted to punch someone again, but this time he resisted the impulse. It helped that the soldiers were abuzz with excitement and that he knew there was no reason for the Wolf to harm her right now. Something was happening to distract the Wolf as well; he barely glanced up when Alex when was led in.
Being separated from Bella made Alex feel jumpy. She was a soothing presence for him and not being able to watch over her, having to accept that, drove him up the wall. Something he was pretty sure the Wolf knew. Maybe today was a test to see if he'd learned his lesson from yesterday. Sitting on his usual cushion, Alex tried to focus on relaxing his muscles, one by one.
Thinking about Bella helped. Yesterday, cuddling, talking, it had felt like they were meant to be there, together. Like they were forging a connection, although truthfully, it almost felt like re-forging it. As if pieces were falling back into place.
The noise in the hall rose and Alex looked up to see what was going on. Two of the soldiers came over and quickly had him moved next to the Wolf, kneeling at his side on a cushion while the Wolf stood in front of his desk at the center of the dais. It forcibly reminded Alex of Cora's visit. Adrenaline started to hum in his veins again, panic beginning to rise as he wondered if there was more to his and Bella's separation today.
A pinch at the back of his neck made him jerk; the Wolf reached out and grabbed his hair, holding him in place. Out of the corner of his eye, just seconds later, Alex could see Nurse Roche moving away. She glanced over her shoulder and smirked at him. Fury rose up, heat filling his skin, but the Wolf's hand tightened on his hair and after a long moment, he settled down. Reacting the way he wanted to might land Bella in Dr. Margolis' hands again. And it would be Alex's fault. No more stupid risks like that. Escaping was one thing; useless battles were another.
The hot adrenaline lingered, making Alex feel jumpy, like something was crawling along his skin. He could barely focus as the doors opened, soldiers coming in with two people, a young man and woman. They looked about Alex's age, their clothing showing them clearly to be from the Moon as they were dressed in the latest and most expensive fashions. Although Alex didn't immediately recognize them, they immediately recognized him, pointing and whispering to each other.
Normally he'd be wondering why, but right now he was too busy fighting his body. The heat had spread throughout his system—not rage, but arousal. The cock-ring hadn't been put back on, but his cock had risen and was hard as a rock even though he wasn't turned on. Fuck. The nurse must have injected him with an aphrodisiac. Possibly the same one that had once been used on Bella, and he'd seen how she'd reacted to that. He fought the sensations, the urge to find something to rub his cock against.
Sweat was actually breaking out on his skin, and he could barely hear what the Wolf was saying, because it sounded like there was a roaring in his ears. His cock was turning an angry-looking red color, aching with the need to be touched. The excited babble of the young man and woman would have infuriated him if he wasn't so distracted by his body.
The floor opened and the Wolf's equipment room was raised into the center of the hall; all around it, soldiers were already starting to fondle each other, kiss each other. Alex realized that this was about to turn into one of the orgies that the Wolf was famous for. The couple were what the media called the Wolf's 'day captives'—the ones who would return to the Moon talking about the perversions and lusts of the Wolf. The ones who would confirm where Alex was.
Which made him wonder why the Wolf didn't have Bella out here as well. He also noticed that Jordan and Trish were absent.
But all of these thoughts were going through the back of his head, because his foremost thought was how badly he needed to fuck someone. Anyone.
"Go on, Toy, welcome Maureen and Zander to Earth." The Wolf pulled Alex to his feet by his hair, propelling him forward. It was like moving in a haze. A red, lust-filled haze. The Wolf's hand stayed on his lower back, guiding him.
He could feel his mind slipping away, his logic, his reason, becoming buried under primal, animal instincts.
"Holy shit," Maureen said, her eyes wide as one of the soldiers pushed her into Alex. She was a pretty little thing, with dark-red hair and hazel eyes that were tinted green. Shorter than Bella, but just as curvy. Still clothed, which Alex found enraging.
He kissed her, and she pressed her lips back against his eagerly. Her excitement was palpable, and it sickened him, but not enough to make him want to fight the effects of the aphrodisiac. The sounds of sex and passion were beginning to fill the room, he was dimly aware of the Wolf beside him, stripping Zander down. When Alex pulled away from kissing Maureen to yank her shirt off, he caught a glimpse of Zander—the slimly muscled blond was already naked and getting down on his knees in front of the Wolf. The same kind of anticipatory excitement that Maureen was exhibiting was also apparent on Zander's face.
They were obviously going through a very different experience than Alex and Bella had had when they'd first arrived. Zander was eagerly unbuttoning the Wolf's pants and Maureen clung to Alex's shoulders as she watched them.
"Oh my god," she whispered, her eyes round, her chest heaving with excitement as Alex pushed her skirt down off of her hips. "I can't believe that's the Wolf... and we're here... holy shit, this is so sick!"
Alex wanted to tell her that it was sick, and not in the positive way that she'd meant. That she was sick too, being excited by the idea of danger, without actually realizing exactly how dangerous the Wolf was. She had no idea. Her pampered little world couldn't even begin to comprehend the kinds of things that Alex and Bella had been put through after being taken. Maureen knew exactly what was going on, and she was getting a thrill from the forbidden, the danger, the unknown.
If he could have found the words, he would have told her how deranged it all was. But he was too far gone into the physical effects of the aphrodisiac, his body clamoring for release. So he just pushed her over to the bed and spun her around, bending her over it so that at least he wouldn't have to look at her face.
Her skin was very pale, almost ivory in color, contrasting sharply with the dark-green color of the sheets on the bed. Her hips pushed up, eagerly, and Alex growled with both erotic need and anger. What the hell was wrong with her? And Zander? Did she not realize that he was a prisoner? Or did she find that part exciting too?
Shoving his cock forward, he wasn't at all gentle as he impaled her pussy in one hard stroke, making her quiver and cry out. But she was wet, ready, and her pussy squeezed him tightly as he pressed his body against her groin. He groaned. It felt absolutely fucking heavenly to finally get his cock into something. Need urged him onward. Gripping her hips, he started fucking her hard and fast, feeling no need to worry about her pleasure. The aphrodisiac was riding him too hard, besides which, he wasn't sure he would care anyway. It was hard to care if she got off, when emotionally he felt nothing but contempt and disgust for her.
The throaty moaning noises she started making as he fucked her just increased his disgust, but the aphrodisiac coursing through his veins meant that it didn't matter.