Chapter 14 #2
“But you know where I came from. And you know… you think I ate a truck driver.”
“You said you didn’t and I believe you. And frankly, sweetheart, you could eat a dozen truck drivers and I would not feel any differently about you. I love you. I adore you. You are everything to me.”
“Even though I’m a monster?”
“You are not a monster.”
“My father is.”
“Your father is sick. That’s why we don’t eat people. Humans make wolves sick if they are consumed. It’s not healthy. All sorts of diseases pass between us. He needs medical treatment.”
“You’re giving him medicine?”
We are giving him a lot of things. A hell of a beating first among them, but that is not all. The man has been an absolute nightmare to handle, but he is the least of my concerns now.
“If you did eat any,” I say, “you don’t have to worry. Self-defense is not the same as being feral. It would be best if you told me if you did take a little bite. The driver was eaten, the report says.”
“Maybe. But not by me,” she says.
“You can tell me if you took an experimental bite. I would not judge you.”
“There was nothing edible about that man,” she says. “I let my father think I had because I knew it would make him shut the hell up about human meat for a bit.”
“Then someone else took a bite. Maybe an actual wolf. It’s possible another scavenger is to blame.”
“Do you believe me?” She looks at me with vulnerable eyes and I know she needs me to believe her.
“Yes,” I say. “I do believe you.”
“Really?” She cocks her head to the side and gives me an intense look. “Because you can tell me if you don’t.”
“I do,” I say, cutting her further repeated questioning off with a kiss. “Now be quiet. I need to mate you again.”
* * *
Nicky
I have been bred. Again and again.
For the fourth time this day, Rex surges inside me, his knot holding us together as he pumps his seed into me. My body is fortified by the strength of the wild beast that lives inside me. If it were not, I think I would have had to have begged for mercy by now.
His lust is powerful and primitive. I lie on my back with my legs up over his shoulders; every part of me is so tender and so full, and he is not done with me. The moment I shifted and ran from this room I set in motion a chain of events that will not soon be undone.
My body is paying the price for my disobedience. Every moment of concern or fear he had for me is being extracted from my flesh.
“Don’t you ever run away again,” he growls as his cum fills my soaked pussy. “Don’t you ever disobey me, in this form, or your wolf state. You will be punished profoundly for any further deviations, do you understand?”
Pinned, impaled, stretched, filled, all I can do is whimper my understanding. His knot is starting to soften, but I know we are not done yet.
He promised me he would take another hole, and that…
He flips me onto my stomach, spreads my legs, and smears lubricant between my spanked cheeks.
Between lubing me up, he spanks me again, reigniting the heat from earlier while his seed drips from my ravaged pussy.
I don’t think I could take another drop of cum there.
It is all being wasted now, spilling from my body and soaking into the sheets.
This room is going to be just as ruined from sex by the time we are done with it, as it was originally ruined when I ripped up the bed and burst through the windows.
His cock slides into my ass, and I feel myself once again filled with him in the tightest, most sensitive hole I have. He goes deep and stills himself inside me, lacing his fingers through mine and lifting my hands up over my head so I am completely prone beneath him.
He fucks my ass slowly, deliberately. He makes me take his cock in a hole not designed for breeding or for my pleasure. This is an act of dominance that only holds charge because of the way he is using me.
“You feel so fucking good,” he hisses in my ear. “You feel tight and hot. And rebellious. Always so fucking rebellious.”
“You just said I was being submissive,” I whimper.
“I didn’t say that. You may have thought it, because you are being my good little submissive mate right now, but what did it take for us to get here, hmm?” He strokes in and out of me with languid thrusts while he poses that question.
“I don’t know,” I murmur. I do not feel very rebellious in this moment, but I know he is right.
Even after he found me again, before the punishment started, I was full of attitude, and I no doubt will be again.
But for now there is none of that in me.
There is nothing but the soft sensation of having given up, of having been completely taken over and of having let him have his way.
He fucks me to a slow and comfortable climax, knotting deep inside my ass while I lie beneath him with my eyes half-closed, drifting on a sea of endorphins and sex chemicals.
Every part of my being feels like it belongs to him.
I am relieved of the burden of having to be on my own as he makes my ass his.
* * *
Rex
Has she had enough for now? Probably. I stand over her cum-slaked body, admiring her soft beauty as she lies still for me. She is exhausted. I have taken her to the limits of what she can sustain, and now she will sleep while my seed makes life inside her.
I shower while she rests, I dress myself in a suit, and I step back into the world that feels less real now that I have spent days in the company of my mate. Everything I control seems to have less weight.
I know there are contracts to review. I know there are meetings to take. Someone is going to want to touch base about something. I am not terribly interested in any of it.
“Hello, sir,” Fescue says. “Would you like to be briefed on pack matters, business affairs, or the prisoners?”
“I will deal with the whelps first,” I say. “Double the guard on Nicky.”
He lifts a brow. “You think she is still a flight risk?”
“I think she is until proven otherwise.”
“Hard to prove that if she never has the chance to prove it, sir.”
I give him a long look. “Triple the guard on her.”
* * *
I go down to the cell block. When we were first planning this place, I was hesitant to put one of these in.
Wolves do not follow human systems of justice.
But I was talked around into it, and now I am more glad than ever that we have somewhere to hold wolves who cannot behave according to the laws of our pack.
It is a cinderblock building. The exterior has a wood paneling finish to make it less of an egregious eyesore, but the interior is unadorned. It smells faintly of bleach and exposed toilets. It is not a pleasant place to be.
At the very far end, our most illustrious prisoner is making feral sounds, throwing himself against the metal bars of his cell over and over.
“How long has he been doing that?” I ask the guard.
“Hours,” he says.
My jaw tightens. We are going to need someone with prison experience to run this facility if I intend on keeping on dealing with problems this way. This is already devolving into a madhouse.
“Get the doc to sedate him,” I order the guard. “I don’t want him hurting himself.”
I walk down the row of normal cells that are really more based on kennels. Each of them contains one of Nicky’s male companions. Their expressions contain everything from regret, to contempt, to anger, to fear. They are bristling with energy they can barely contain and cannot express.
These boys have been in our cells for days now. They are being kept separately because I do not want them seeking solace or finding comfort in one another. They do not deserve to be comfortable. They deserve to understand that their world has changed forever.
“Get them out,” I order my guards. “Cuff them, and line them up out the back of the building.”
“Is this a fucking firing squad?” one of the boys asks another.
“If it is, I think they would give us blindfolds,” the other replies.
“Not always,” a third chimes in. “Sometimes they want you to watch.”
“Enough talking,” I growl, my voice deep to cover the fact I find their banter ever so slightly amusing.
We get them ranged up outside, where I can breathe more easily, and where the moans, ravings, and rantings of Nicky’s father are less egregious.
“You are part of my pack now,” I tell them. “You answer to me, not to Nicky. If any of you so much as dare to lift a pinky finger against my orders, you will suffer. Do you understand?”
There’s a pause, and that pause tells me all I need to know. A few days in the cells has done nothing to soften their allegiance to Nicky. We’re not close to breaking their bond with her.
Can’t say I know what’s making them so loyal to her.
Ah, hell, what am I thinking? Of course I know what is making them so loyal. It’s Nicky. The way she’s cared for them all this time, how she’s given herself for their needs and made them a place to be that none of them have ever had before.
All I’ve done is put them in a prison with a madman. There’s no benefit to that anymore. They’d be better off elsewhere until I can get control of Nicky. Then we’ll see about the rest of her pack.
“I’m going to let you go,” I say. “I’m going to send you back to the city, because I believe the rest of your pack needs to be assembled. I’m sure there’s other work to be done, too. I want you all to check in daily with the office. If you agree to this, and you do it, we’ll call this over.”
“Thank you,” Cal says. He’s the tallest, the broadest, the one with the most leadership potential over the others, I think. “We won’t let you down.”
“You’ve already let me down,” I tell him. “But let’s see how you all come back from it.”
* * *
Nicky
I’m never left alone anymore, of course. I can’t be trusted by myself. I can’t be trusted at all. So that means I perpetually have a tweed-clad babysitter.
“Fescue?”
“Yes, madame?” He turns to me with a slight incline of his head.
“Since when am I madame?”
“Trying it out,” he says.
“Oh. Fair.”
“Can I come out now?”