Chapter 18 #2
I struggle to break free from him, but despite looking thinner than Tobias to the point his ribs show beneath his skin, he’s stronger than me, and I’m still dealing with the entire heat issue, pulsing through my body. Even more so now that I’m surrounded.
He drags me out of the car by my wrist and the other men laugh, jeering at me. "Where is your mate, little one? He should know better than to let you out in this state," one taunts, but he licks his lips.
I’m forced to the ground, the man from before sitting on my back, forcing me to submission with his grip on my wrist. But I would let the fucking thing break.
I’m not about to endure what those eyes tell me they want to do to me.
I kick, struggle, even try biting. But it is no use.
There are so many, it’s easy for another to grab my other arm and force the side of my burning hot face against the asphalt.
The hem of my dress is lifted, slowly being pulled up to reveal my body. I kick at them, and it just causes another to grab one of them as well. His hand slipping up my thigh, squeezing the muscles there. "She smells like a god damned feast, boys. We need to line up and get ready to devour her."
My hair is yanked back until my body arches off the road and a man crouches in front of me. The first one of these assholes. "She's not a bad looker, either." He runs a hand down my cheek.
I spit in his face. "Get the fuck away from me," I snarl like a wounded animal, jerking to get myself free from their painful grips. My brain is already shutting down, trying to numb me to the situation. It knows what is about to happen and the only way for me to survive this.
He wipes the spit off his face and licks his fingers clean in front of me, making a show of thrusting his index finger in and out of his mouth and twirling his tongue around it.
"You better be ready to do a lot of spitting soon, baby.
The way I see it, you've got three servable holes for us to enjoy ourselves, and obviously we'll be taking shifts so everyone gets a hit of you, and then there will be seconds, and thirds and we'll continue fucking you until we get tired of it.
And based on that lovely scent around you, we won't be tired of you for a week straight at the least."
The men rolled off me, but I’m not given a chance to regain myself before I’m flipped over onto my back, and the first man crouches above me, his body way too close to my face. It isn't close enough for me to reach down and bite him though, I was positive he did that bit on purpose.
I keep the screams in until they rip the underwear off of my body and a half dozen fingers roamed over my skin, sliding closer to the spot that is causing me all of this damn trouble. Cursing myself, my luck, and everything else in the world, I scream for Tobias even though I know he can’t hear me.
My arms are yanked over my head by the same asshole, and he pins them there, leering at me as he stretches over me. Hands force my trembling legs apart and weight settles on me. My resident dickhead leans closer, fisting his hand in my hair and grabbing my chin, forcing my mouth open for him.
My screams are choked sobs, cries, pleas, but nothing I say or do will stop this.
His cock comes closer to me and using all the strength I have, I thrash my head away from the revolting thing.
He grabs me again, tighter, his eyes dark.
Meanwhile, the others have settled who got to go when among them, and two other sets of rough hands paw at my flesh, pulling it apart, preparing my body for their satisfaction.
I'd never felt so sick before.
"Stay still, little one, This won't be over anytime soon. There's no point in fighting anymore. We're going to take what we want, and you are going to be a good little whore and give it up."
He shoves himself toward my lips and I gnash my teeth, chomping them hard, telling him in no uncertain terms what to expect if he tries to pull this shit.
"Pity, I would have preferred you to stay pretty. But the only parts of you I care about are these three holes." He backhanded me so hard I not only see stars, but my ears rang. He grabs the back of my neck with a grip so powerful this time, there is no escaping.
But then he is gone. I opened my clenched eyes, trying to figure out what is going on.
All the men are gone. Strangled streams gurgle from the circle of naked men.
My attacker is standing, a shocked gasp on his eyes as he stares at me, but based on the pool of blood coming from his mouth, he isn't around any longer to torment me.
A claw slowly pulls out of his chest and a beating heart is shown to everyone present before Theo mercilessly crushed it in his grip.
Flesh is ripped apart all around me. Screams echo through the forest. My vision is still blurry from the attack.
I curl up into a ball, hugging my knees, trying to regain control but all I can do is whimper at what almost happened.
A man's head lands next to me, pale glazed eyes staring straight ahead, forever shocked.
I want to scream; I want to get the damn thing away.
But the most I can do is rock myself back and forth, watching the massacre with wide open eyes.
The two mates of mine decimated whatever this pack was.
Theo moves like lightning, moving from man to man, doing the most damage, and moving on.
And Tobias romps through in his black wolf form, finishing them off, ripping out their throats, pulling off limbs, whatever it takes.
When it is all over, there are wolf bodies, and man bodies and blood guts and gore carpeting the entire stretch of road. It looks like a semi truck has come through and ran over a football team or something. I continue to rock back and forth in my tight ball.
A warm tongue laps at my cheek and Tobias pushes against my body as he has in the past. The keening cry leaking from me stops and I bury my face in his fur and sob, unable to stop myself. "I'm so sorry," I whimper-sob.
A cold hand strokes my back in a comforting circle.
I lean into the touch until the shivers finally leave my body.
They found me, and I've never been more grateful.
I finally look away from them and notice something I hadn't during the battle.
They weren't alone. Three other wolves stood to the side, just as covered in blood and filth as my mates.
A sandy-colored one with warm yellow eyes, and two light gray ones with black eyes.
They are big, but not the same size as my Tobias.
They wag their tails at Tobias, which convinces me they are part of Tobias's pack.
Theo looks like he's been bathed in the enemies’ blood, his body covered from head to toe in their dark red blood and bits of gore.
But I don't pull away from him, I relax into it.
He is a demon, and looks every bit demonic, but he is my demon.
His eyes turn back to their normal hypnotizing green, focused on me, relief washing over me.
It isn't my relief. The bond they'd talked so highly about has kicked in. Not only am I feeling relief, but Theo's relief is easily picked out from Tobias’s.
Bones snap together with pops and cracks and I watch the sandy-colored wolf shake itself out before standing upright.
Merida gives me a warm smile, swiping the worst bites of gore from her hair.
She is completely naked, perky round breasts on full display.
Her hair is reddened with her kills, but the smile on her face is real.
I’m so relieved to see her, shocked and a little weirded out about the werewolf thing, but happy.
My head spins thinking about what has just happened.
I'd been so close to a fate worse than death.
“Hey, Imogen,” she said. Theo takes off his bloody shirt and hands it to her.
Not once does he even look at her body, his eyes not leaving my stunned ones.
I don’t know how he doesn’t look, she is gorgeous even naked.
I’m having a hard time taking my own eyes off her.
The shirt is bloody and isn't free of human debris, but she looks grateful enough for it.
She slips it onto her arms, wrinkling her nose. "This smells gross," she observes with a cringe. It went to her thighs, but the shirt was so wet with blood, it soaked her. "What are you doing here?" I question.
“Alpha called, said his mate needed to be found. You owe me fifty bucks, Derek,” she said, nudging the wolf beside her with her knee.
I furrow my brows, and I hear Tobias shifting behind me.
His arms wrap around my waist. His face went to my neck as he inhaled my scent.
I take comfort in his touch, sparks moving over my skin.
I glance at Merida, puzzled. She is clearly comfortable with nudity as she doesn’t even glance at Tobias standing naked next to me.
“Oh, we had a bet. I knew you were their mate. This idiot is my brother Derek. He bet you weren’t.” she explained with a patient smile.
“That one is Floyd, my Beta,” Tobias says, pointing to the other gray wolf. Beta? What is a Beta? I think, confused. But man am I glad they showed up. How did they find me though?
“Beta?”
“I’ll explain later.” My entire body calms with his closeness. The heat even dies down under his touch.
Merida walks over to my car and opens the door.
“Man, this car has had a rough life,” she says, getting in the driver’s seat.
She swipes the bits of windshield back outside and gets into the seat.
I chuckle. Yes, it has. I wondered why she hates working under them if she is a werewolf. Or is it just Theo who scares her?
Merida takes my bag and tosses it to me. I try to catch it when Theo’s hand catches it before I can. I freeze. His hand moves toward my face, cupping my cheek. As soon as his hands touch my skin, I relax into his hand leaning into him.