Mercy
When I woke up it was to aching muscles and a tender shoulder, I froze, remembering what happened last night.
I jerked upright to see an empty bedroom.
It was a human’s room. The wooden door was closed and there were bars on the window.
I pulled the covers off and glanced down at the various scratches all over my body.
There were thin slices on my breasts, thighs and belly.
I glanced at my arms and saw some on my biceps.
Some were prick marks from where the tips of his claws had held me.
The beast had been relentless all night, but he must have done something to me.
I had reciprocated, but it was like an out-of-body experience.
I had screamed at myself to stop, but the raw hunger inside my belly had wanted more.
“What the fuck?” I whispered to myself before I walked to the small window.
There were three wooden cabins, and they weren't far.
I glanced around the room for some clothes, almost rolling my eyes when I saw socks and jeans lying on the floor.
It seemed it was a universal habit of all men to leave shit on the floor.
I caught sight of a wooden wardrobe and rushed towards it, yanking it open and grabbing a shirt off the hanger.
It was massive, and I wasn't exactly a size zero.
A fucking wolf. What the fuck was happening here? There were no cabins on any map I’d seen unless it had taken me to a different location when I’d passed out.
My hands trembled as I fastened the last button. The room had the stench of sex and sweat. I winced when I thought of Liam, angry that he chose to play his stupid game rather than come with me.
The door suddenly unlocked and began to open.
The slow motion caused an eerie creaking sound.
I frowned when I saw an old woman with dark grey hair wearing a long black dress.
Her head snapped towards me, and my jaw dropped.
The creepy bitch had white eyes. There was a smudge of grey on her forehead.
Her colouring was as dark as mine, but she was painfully thin.
“Who the fuck are you?” I said, eyeing her up and wondered if I could attack an old woman to escape.
“So you're the one who survived,” she murmured, glancing at my naked legs before her eyes met mine.
She had a faint Indian accent, but her pronunciation was perfect.
“I am Shayamal, the compound's…protector,” she said, walking towards the bed.
It was only then that I saw she had brought food.
“Protector?”
“I’m a witch and you are not at all what you seem,” she said, turning to inspect me again, but this time with speculation.
“A witch?” I scoffed.
Great witches and werewolves. What was this? A Grimm fairytale or a horror story?
“I’m called many things around the world,” she said with a smile while I glanced at the open door. “I wouldn't advise it. Garrick has unfinished business with you, and I am keen to see how this plays out.”
She was ancient. Her face reminded me of polished, cracked leather, but it was smooth and silky.
“Is Garrick the wolf?”
“His wolf’s name is Valor, but his human side is Garrick.”
“I don't care what he wants. I need to leave,” I said, determined to get the fuck out of this—cult.
“Not quite yet, my dear,” she said with a cackle and floated toward the door. “I will see you soon.”
The door slammed shut before I could decide what to do.
She gave me the creeps. I shuddered, thinking of her eyes.
With a sigh, I walked to the tray of food.
There was a glass of orange liquid. I picked it up and sniffed at it before I took a sip.
It tasted a little like a mango milkshake but with a slight tang to it.
My mouth watered at the fragrant scent from the meat curry and flatbread.
A witch or not, she knew how to cook good Indian food.
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I groaned when I woke up disoriented and with a heavy head.
The room was pitch black. The bitch had drugged me.
That scrawny creepy bitch was getting throat punched if I saw her again.
A low growl from the other side of the room erupted from the silence, and I saw two luminous eyes peering in my direction.
The wolf.
“Valor?” I whispered its name.
It stopped mid-growl, and I held my breath, swallowing at the same time. He moved, his claws scraping against the wooden floor. The sound made me clutch the covers as my eyes adjusted to the dark. There was a faint hint of light coming from the window.
The moon. Of course, he is a fucking wolf, Mercy.
“You don't need to do this,” I said, but the growling resumed, and this time, I felt it vibrate from my belly to my core.
The growling intensified, and part of me wanted to leap off the bed to attack him, but the rest of me was in survival mode.
The claws scuttled, and its large form flew into the air as I let out a high-pitched scream when the bed strained under his weight.
The smell of him irritated me enough to lose my fear.
It was unpleasant, like a wet dog coming inside a clean home.
I slapped its drooling face as hard as I could.
“Bad dog. Eat a breath mint or something,” I snapped as he reared back momentarily.
The dazed look in his eye didn't last long. The snarl was so vicious that I scrambled away from him, only to hit the wooden headboard. All of his teeth were on show as his snout scrunched up. He was angry, and although I was scared, his wrath made me want to fight him.
I’d never fought in my life, but he triggered me in a way I couldn't understand. He was almost double my size. The witch’s cryptic words came back to me.
He moved swiftly as I was lost in my confused thoughts, ripping the shirt down the front.
Heat coursed through me and pressed my thighs together.
I was scared, turned on, and angry. All my emotions were heightened.
Fuck him. Take what you need.
I glanced around, but no one was there. Perhaps I’d finally lost the plot because I was hearing voices.
Claws dug into my hips as the beast twisted me around on the bed and pulled me toward him. His scent altered, from mangy dog to something sweeter.
Let it happen.
Even as the words continued, I could feel the rampant heat between my legs. The dampness ensued, and that trance like state from the night before made me raise my ass in the air.
I can help you thrive.
The growling stopped, and I gasped when I felt the wolf’s tongue probe me.
Its sharp teeth grazed my skin above my pussy.
The long, flat tongue flicked up and down, licking me until I groaned.
I clutched the pillows when he pushed his tongue inside of me, panting like the dog I accused him of being.
His long, low growl wasn't a snarl, nor was it angry, this time. It was satisfied.
Let him think he has won and escape when the time is right.
Yes, escape. I had to think past tonight.
“Hurry up, wolf,” I taunted, smiling when he immediately pulled back.
I wasn't smiling when he nipped my ass with his razor sharp teeth. The voice had given me courage, but I was still dealing with a feral animal. His claws pulled my thighs apart and I finally felt the tip of his cock.
The appendage that had made me freak out last night, I craved tonight. The dark pink shaft with the bulging mass below it, and how he had stretched me out like never before. His claw gripped the wood above me, the other wrapped around my breasts as he hoisted me off the pillows.
He growled in my ear, the sound made me push back on him. The heat intensified when he shoved hard and planted himself inside of me, stretching me out again. I groaned in relief, grinding myself on his knot, begging for more—the insane need to be filled completely.
He pulled free of me but only plunged back inside harder than before.
His grip on my breast tightened before I heard his claws crunching through the wood as he started to thrust back and forth until I felt the slick mess between us.
I slid my hand between my legs to feel the wetness coating my fingers.
Like a shameless hussy, I rubbed my clit while he fucked me erratically, with each thrust I felt his huge knot slap my pussy. I grabbed the headboard with my other hand to hold myself steady, waiting for him to push the bulging mass inside of me.
The energy in the room was electric, and the beast felt it because he was panting rapidly close to my head. He began to drive into me, using the full force of his bodyweight against me. I moaned in pain when I felt the knot spread me open, but he pulled back and slammed into me, forcing it inside.
The feel of his hot mass inside of me made me explode, and I squeezed the bulge with my rapid contractions.
The pleasure burst through me, and my hands fell down, but his arm held me up as he continued to push more of it inside of me.
His hot drool dripped onto my shoulder, running down my shoulder.
The first spurt of seed splashed my insides, but I couldn't stop squeezing down on him. His low growl against my ear vibrated around the room as copious amounts of his seed continued to pour out of him. My eyes snapped open when I realised I’d missed my pill today.
It was still up at the campsite but when I tried to pull away from him, he took me down, leaving his mangled dick in me.
He practically purred as he rocked against my ass while I lay sandwiched between him and the bed.
Fuck my life and the psycho voice I heard.