Chapter 8 #2
“Thrilled,” she says, gathering the bag to her chest. “I’m going home now. It’s been interesting getting to know you all, but I belong there.”
“We’ve had this discussion. You’ve been mated. You’re going to have pups soon enough and you will want us around. You’ll also want to be somewhere safe.”
“What do you care?”
“I’m your mate.”
“And? What else?”
“What do you mean what else?”
“What else are you? You’re not like the other two. There’s something different about you. You’re not afraid of the gift. And it’s like there’s some inside you.”
“You’re telling me what I am, then.”
Tabby
There’s something magnetic and dangerous about this man. Something that pulls at me with an unspoken tug. We are standing in a destroyed cabin on a train that has been cut in two somehow, and he is smiling as if he is enjoying every moment.
He reaches out and pulls me close, close enough that my legs split around his, my pelvis is pressed up against his thigh, and I feel myself grinding against his leg. I drop my bag and let him hold me.
“You’re going to settle down with me,” he purrs in my ear. “Because I know how to make you feel good, and when you’re bad, I’ll make you feel even better.”
I lift my face to him, and he drops a passionate kiss on my lips. I feel the tugging deep inside me, something that seems to wrap around my spine and take part of me.
“What are you doing?”
“Claiming you,” he says, pulling away. “But not here. Not now. Gather your things and let’s go.”
I pick up my dress, stuff it into my bag, and sling my bag over my shoulder. “Where are we going to go? What are we going to do?”
“Just follow me,” he insists.
I don’t have any choice. He’s absolutely in charge. I tell myself I want to run back to the mountains, but I’m starting to sense a little bit of the mountains inside him. Doesn’t make sense, but it’s a gut feeling.
Evil.
I sense darkness in him. There’s no denying it. It excites me. It calls to me. It makes me want to open my legs and…
“Keep up, please,” he says, turning back to me. “I want to keep an eye on you.”
We are walking a route perpendicular to the train tracks, simply heading into the night. It would scare me, but I can smell the winds, and they are not all that different from those that go to the mountains. Whatever is out here, I am more than equal to it.
“Are we going to walk all night? Would be easier in wolf form,” I say.
“Might be, but we need our human wits about us, and I am not interested in spreading shifter scent around.”
“Why? Does something out here hunt shifters?”
“A lot of things hunt us, girl. The world is much more dangerous than I can easily explain to you. Our kind is powerful, but that means we have enemies. So stay in your human form.”
“Where are Krall and Thorn?”
“I don’t know,” he says. “And honestly, darling, I don’t care. I want you. All of you. And I want you to myself.”
He says it bluntly and plainly. He’s not ashamed of it in the slightest. I like this side of Skor, even though it sends a bolt of fear through me as I realize he’s not really saving me in the typical sense of the world.
“Are you… am I… being kidnapped?”
“You’ve never had real freedom, Tabby,” he says. “You were born as a sacrifice, and you were given as one. All those battles you fought, all that magic you developed, it didn’t do anything for you in the end, did it? You were given to three older men to be used for your body.”
“So that’s a yes?”
“I’m going to free you,” he says.
We cross the plains for what feels like a long time, traveling up the side of a river to avoid detection until we reach a cabin that sits tucked away in the middle of nowhere.
Skor opens the door of this little one-room place as if he owns it. Does he? Has he somehow planned absolutely all of this? I feel as though there are invisible strings on my limbs connected to him.
It’s not an impressive spot, but it is shelter. There are a couple of chairs, and there’s a small rotten kitchenette with a few cracked plates and cups sitting in an old sink.
Skor goes to the kitchenette and gets a box of salt down from the shelves. He proceeds to pour a circle on the very middle of the floor, kicking old furniture out of the way to make a space big enough for the both of us. I watch him do this with a growing sense of trepidation.
“Step inside,” he says.
“No,” I refuse.
“I can tie you up and put you in there, or you can go in willingly,” he says. “Either way works for me.”
I feel my stomach clench. Something is up. He has a plan for me, and I am not going to like it. I am sure of it.
“What are you trying to do to me?”
“Nothing you need to worry about.”
He says that in a way that makes me think I definitely have to worry a lot. I stand back and I start to summon my power.
“I wouldn’t do that,” he says.
I do it anyway.
I expect a lightning bolt to crack down through the cabin, frightening him into submission. But nothing happens. The salt ring glows a little, but that’s it.
He smiles, broad and sexy, and fucking scary.
“What did you do?”
“That’s a conduit,” he says. “You can try to pull as much magic as you like; it won’t do anything other than be soaked up in the salt. I know you’re used to being the only witch in the pack, baby, but you aren’t anymore.”
He snaps his fingers, and I feel my entire body jerk forward toward him. I am moved like a puppet, my limbs being manipulated by unseen forces. I let out a cry of shock, but it is cut off as I collapse to my knees. He has no interest in letting me go.
“You’re sick.”
“I’m powerful,” he says. “And you’re one of the few people I can share it with.
Isn’t that sweet? The next time you try to do any kind of magic without my permission, like unlocking doors, or exploding windows, or generally making a nuisance of yourself, remember this.
You are not the only one who knows how to manipulate nature. ”
“Let me up!”
“No, sweetheart. I’m obviously not going to do that. I’m going to hold you in place just like this… lean a little forward, spread your legs… good girl.”
He’s praising me as if I am doing as he tells me, but we both know I have no choice. I am under his control.
My legs spread and he moves around behind me, rubbing his hand along the seam of my britches. “You look good in these,” he says. “It would be a pity to ruin them. But so much of you is going to be ruined before this is over.”
He goes ahead and closes my legs with his hands, then draws the pants down over my hips, removing them entirely before forcing my legs open again, exposing my bare sex to his gaze.
“Did you ever think you’d be captive to someone who knows the workings of the dark as well as you do?”
I grunt in response, then moan as he starts to stroke my pussy. It feels good. Everything he does feels good. I am curious about the conduit, how he’s able to channel my energy into it. I wonder if it stores the magic, or if he’s drawing from it.
“Stop thinking,” he censures me. “You need to be mated, and that is what I am going to do.”
“I’ve been fucked so many times,” I whimper.
“Yes. You have. And you’re going to be fucked again,” he says, his tone quite merciless as he prepares me to be used. “It’s time you started putting your attention toward your twin duties of being mated and having pups.”
“I think I hate you,” I moan as his fingers find my clitoris.
“I hope you do,” he grins. I can hear the smile in his voice as he starts to circle that hungry little bud.
“I hope you hate me as I fuck you senseless. By the time I am done with you, you’re going to be writhing with orgasm, filled with my cum, and your naked, sweating body is going to be coated in salt. ”
He forces me to crawl to the center of the salt circle, following me with his fingers on my pussy. His touch is relatively gentle for the moment, but I know it won’t stay that way. Soon enough I am going to have his thick, evil cock deep inside me.
“Poor little witch wolf, held captive in a distant cabin, used by the only mate who will ever understand who she really is, and what she really does,” he purrs behind me. “You’re such a naughty little creature.”
He slides his fingers into my sex. I wince a little, because of the residual aching from previous matings. I am not used to being fucked so ruthlessly, so roughly, or so repeatedly.
“This is mine,” he says. “The others will use it from time to time, but you and I will know who truly owns this tight little hole that aches to be used.”
I’m starting to get turned on. The more he acknowledges what a bad guy he is, and the less he pretends to be anything other than a wicked wolf wizard, the more I want everything he is saying to be completely true.
I want to belong to him. I want to be held in thrall, unable to move. I want to be forcibly bred.
Arousal is a hell of a drug. It is making me absolutely mad with submissive impulses that I can’t control.
“Starting to get very wet indeed, little witch,” he says, stroking his fingers in and out of me. “I think I might be able to get you to the stage you beg for my cock. What do you think?”
“No,” I moan, but only because I have to in order to keep even a shred of self-respect.
He chuckles and keeps toying with my pussy. I cannot move. Not an inch. So when he slides his fingers inside me, then pulls them out, I just have to take the penetration, the same way I am going to just have to take his cock later.
“Are you starting to understand, Tabby?” Skor growls the question softly. “Your power is limited, and your body is weak. It betrays itself. Your mind may want freedom, but your flesh wants to be wrapped around a thick bare cock as it pumps fresh seed into your fertile little hole.”
I try not to respond to his words, but biting my lower lip only goes so far toward self-control when my pussy is starting to absolutely soak his fingers.
I feel him rise up behind me, and I know he is freeing his cock. I am going to be fucked, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
“Slide your sweet little cunt back on my cock,” he orders.
I would never do that, but in this moment I have no choice.
I feel my hips sliding back, the soft lips of my pussy wrapping around his cock.
I am pushing back against him. I am fucking myself on his dick.
He is not moving at all. It’s me, following the force of his will, impaling myself all the way back on the long rod that is now engulfed deep inside me.
Soft whimpers escape me as I do as I am compelled to do, the now familiar ache of sex with a well-bred pussy feeling good and bad at the same time.
“Such a good girl,” he praises me as my ass bounces off his rock-hard abs repeatedly. “Fuck me a little harder, really work that pussy. Show me how obedient you can be.”
I let out a soft whine as I obey him again, forcing my pussy down on his dick over and over with more rapid strokes that make him start to swell inside me and make the sensitive walls of my pussy start to feel like they are being punished in the best kind of way.
I am tingling all over, my clit sending pulses of raw excitement to every nerve I have.
“That’s right,” he says. “I can make you submit to me quite easily, can’t I, Tabby. I can turn your sweet little pussy into a filthy hole for me to use. I can breed you, and I can fuck you for my own amusement. I can use you whenever I like.”
His voice is controlled, while my breath comes in helpless little pants. I am working hard to fuck myself just like he’s telling me to fuck myself. I can feel his knot rising too. He’s going to have me get myself bred by him.
“How does it feel, to know that even your power has its limits. That I can break you down, bring you to your knees, use the same elements you think you command, and powers even greater to make you spread your legs for me? You’re helpless.
You’re nothing more than a little fuck puppet, a breeding bitch for my use.
Now push that pussy deep and take my knot… ”
I blush furiously at his crude words, and even more at how my body responds. A fresh rush of arousal is accompanied by a whimper as my pussy struggles to give him what he demands.
His knot starts to swell even more, and it’s hard to move.
“Good girl,” he praises, his tone strained now. “Push back. All the way back. Take it deep… oh fuck hell yes…”
He comes inside me without having moved a muscle. He has used me entirely, left me drenched with his seed, and now that he has dropped his power, I too drop. My hips stay high, my pussy locked around his knot, but my face and shoulders droop to the floor and I close my eyes, exhausted.
“This is why you won’t run again,” he says, running a hand down my back, all the way over my neck, to the lower part of my scalp where he scratches lightly. “Because there is nowhere to run.”