Chapter Eight
It didn't take long for the effects to kick in. Deepa felt relaxed and calm, her thoughts no longer interrupted by a rabid animal. For the first time in weeks, she felt like the person she was before Axel attacked.
"Hey, are you okay?" Nastya asked. "You're smiling."
"Sorry," Deepa giggled, feeling a rush of endorphins. "I just feel really happy."
Nastya smiled back, holding up a cute summer dress. Several other outfits were discarded on Deepa's floor around them. "Here you should try on this one."
"Thanks." Deepa took the dress from her. "Are you sure that it's okay for me to borrow these?"
"It's fine," Nastya said with a casual wave of her hand. "I have far too many clothes, so I would just end up throwing them away."
"Thank you." Deepa smiled, slipping out of her clothes and pulling on the dress. "I really appreciate it."
"I'm glad." Nastya’s smile was gentle, but her eyes watched Deepa intently.
Deepa was certain that Axel was fucking with her. Ryan and Nastya didn't seem malevolent at all. Both of them had helped her out more than Axel ever had. She could only guess that Axel didn't like anyone willing to call him out on his shit.
Deepa adjusted the blue summer dress. It only came down to her thighs and was tight across her chest, hugging her body far too snugly. "I think it's a little small."
"No, it looks great on you. It really shows off your curves."
"But isn't it a bit...revealing."
"And?" Nastya raised an eyebrow. "You shouldn't worry so much about what other people think. As long as you're comfortable wearing it, that's all that matters."
"I guess." Deepa glanced in the mirror. "It is pretty nice."
"See, I knew you'd like it.” She passed Deepa a large bag full of clothes. "You can keep these ones as well."
"Seriously?" Deepa looked into the bag, her jaw hanging open.
"Of course," Nastya laughed. "I never wear them anyway. And it will make me happy to know that they're being put to good use."
"Wow." Deepa shook her head, unable to hide her awe. "You're a lifesaver."
"No problem. I'm just happy to help where I can."
Deepa tried on several other outfits once Nastya was gone.
They were all short dresses and revealing shirts, not what she would normally wear, but it was better than using Axel's old clothes.
She slipped the blue short summer dress back on, and made her way out of her room, walking outside and across the garden to the dining room.
"Hey," greeted Axel as he walked towards her, gazing up and down at her exposed skin. "What's got you so happy?"
"Nothing." Deepa shrugged. "It's none of your business."
"Did you take that fucking dress from my sister?"
"Perhaps."
She didn't even have to fake her indifference. She didn't feel the creepy overwhelming need to be close to him like before.
"You can't wear that," Axel growled. "Not here."
"And why not?"
"Because it's what they want," he hissed.
"And why should I care about what you think?"
Axel froze, staring down at her with bewilderment. He took hold of her wrist and yanked her closer, pressing his nose to her neck.
"What the fuck have you done?" he hissed.
"What I should have done a long time ago."
Axel growled. "Who gave you those?"
"None of your business."
"It was him, wasn't it?"
"What difference does it make?"
"It makes a big fucking difference!" Axel snapped. "He's trying to split us apart and get into your pants."
"So.." Deepa said with a cock of her head. "What's wrong with that?"
"Are you serious? That fucking bastard just wants to knock you up and add the memory to his wank bank."
"You're just jealous that someone else finds me attractive."
Axel grabbed Deepa’s shoulder and pushed her against a tree, pinning her in place. "You're mine."
Deepa's eyes widened. Her inner wolf was clawing at the walls of her mind, begging her to submit. She felt the urge to obey and follow his commands, but thanks to the pills, it was nothing more than an annoying buzz.
"I'm not yours,” Deepa hissed.
Axel's eyes narrowed. His hand slipped between her legs, his fingers brushing against her thigh before she kneed him hard in the groin.
"Don't touch me," she growled.
"Fuck!" Axel hissed, stumbling back, his face twisting in pain.
"I'm not your fucking girlfriend."
Axel let out a pained groan, his eyes fixed on her, a flicker of anger passing through them.
"Don't you dare fucking touch me again," she hissed, her hands clenched into fists. "You don't own me. No one owns me."
"I didn't-"
"Just stay the fuck away from me, you psycho!"
Deepa turned and walked away, rage flowing through her body.
She was done with being Axel’s bitch.
Nastya watched the scene from the window, grinning as Axel cupped his balls in agony. Watching Axel suffer always brought a spark of joy to her heart. It almost made up for all the years of listening to the elders rant about how wonderful he was.
"That's a new dress," said Ryan from beside Nastya. "Is that one of yours?"
"Yup."
Ryan smiled, wrapping his large arms around Nastya's waist, pulling her back against his hard body. "It looks…tight."
"I thought you would like it." Nastya turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I picked it just for you."
"I know," he murmured, pressing his lips against hers. "You know me too well."
Nastya kissed him back, her groin tingling as his hands wandered down her body, slipping under the hem of her skirt, tugging down her panties.
Ryan nipped her lower lip. "Did you enjoy watching her reject him?"
"Yeah," Nastya moaned, her legs parting for him. "It was pretty funny."
"I'm glad," Ryan murmured, his finger slipping inside Nastya, causing her to gasp.
Nastya rocked her hips against his palm. "How much do you want to be inside her?"
"So much," Ryan groaned. "I want to feel those thighs around my waist."
"Good answer." Nastya’s fingers stroked the outline of his erection.
Ryan slipped off Nastya’s shirt and bra, kissing and licking her chest, his mouth trailing down her body.
Nastya leaned back, bracing herself against the windowsill. Ryan pushed her skirt up, his erect cock pressing against her soaked entrance, fully bottoming out in one long thrust.
Nastya cried out, her back arching.
"Doesn't she look soft,” Nastya hissed, her insides clenching around him. “Just imagine how good she must feel on the inside."
"She will," Ryan groaned, his hips bucking into Nastya’s heat, his lips trailing kisses over her throat. "Fuck, I can't wait to feel her pussy."
Ryan groaned, his fingers digging into Nastya’s hips, his movements becoming more frantic.
"Just imagine her all big and round," Nastya groaned. "Maybe you can give her twins."
"Fuck," Ryan moaned. "I wanna fuck her so hard."
"I want to see her tits bouncing."
"I want to taste them."
"I want to hear her screaming your name as you cum inside her."
“I’m gonna fill her up so much.”
"I want to see Axel's face when he finds out that the baby is yours."
"Fuck!" Ryan growled. "I'm going to cum."
"Do it," Nastya purred. "Fill her up with your seed. Breed her like a bitch in heat."
Ryan's hips bucked, his whole body shuddering as his orgasm tore through him, spilling his fluids deep inside Nastya.
"Good boy," Nastya murmured, affectionately running her fingers through his hair. "Just a little longer until she's all yours, okay?"
"Yeah," Ryan nodded, still buried deep inside Nastya. "Just a little longer."