Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
She couldn’t move. The man gripped her arms so cruelly tight, she couldn’t move. Nails sank into her flesh like claws, right below her armpits. She felt them puncture her skin and muscle. She stared up into his face, into eyes of molten lava. Dread crashed through her like a wall of crushing ice.
“Leave her alone, you fucking bastard!” She heard Declan scream behind her.
McCoy laughed, his hideous burning gaze razing her flesh.
“I’m going to have so much fun with this bitch, O’Connell.
” He pulled her harder into his body and she felt—oh, God help her—a long, thick and solid erection grind against her belly.
“For every minute of trouble you’ve caused me, I’m going to stick my dick in her cunt and make her scream and curse your name. ”
Fear exploded in Regan’s chest. She bucked against McCoy’s brutal grip, lashing out with her feet. “Let me go, you fuck!”
He laughed again, and without effort, hauled her off her feet, snatching her in a crushing bear hug tight enough to send splintering pain through her ribs. His stare bored into hers and he bared his teeth in a terrifying smile. “Not for a while, lass. Not until I’m finished with you.”
“Leave her alone, McCoy, or so help me—”
McCoy’s laugh boomed through the barn, his hulky chest vibrating against Regan’s body like an earthquake. “No one’s going to help you, O’Connell. No one at all.”
A movement in the corner of Regan’s eye caught her attention. She swung her head around and her heart stopped at the sight of two men stepping out beside McCoy, each radiating menace and hate. “Declan!”
She thrashed in McCoy’s hold, and he chuckled at her efforts. “Thanks for chaining him up for me, lass.”
Regan spat in his face. “You fucking bastard! Let me go!”
“I like her spirit, O’Connell,” McCoy commented, dropping her to the floor and snatching her flailing wrists in one large fist. He fixed her with a smoldering stare, wiping her spittle from his cheek with a casual swipe.
He looked at the two men beside him. “Deal with the Irish mongrel. Remember, Epoc needs him alive.” He turned his gaze back to Regan, fist crushing her wrist bones together.
“I’m going to get acquainted with this little lassie here. ”
Regan’s stomach rolled at the promise in his eyes. She yanked against his hold, her blood chilling her veins, her pulse pounding in her ears. Burning friction tore at the skin on her wrists and she cried out, McCoy closing his fist tighter as he began to walk, dragging her away from the barn.
Toward a familiar van parked under an ancient eucalypt.
Regan stared at the gaping back doors, at the darkness within. Every fiber in her being knew what was going to happen next. Oh, God! Help me!
Behind her, a wolf howled. Long. Wild.
McCoy leered at her over his shoulder, and her flesh crawled at the depraved hunger she saw glowing in his eyes. “I’ve always wanted to fuck an Australian.” He grinned at her struggles, nodding in appreciation. “I really need to thank O’Connell for giving me the opportunity.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“When I have such a delectable piece of ass right here?” With a savage jerk on her wrists, he threw her through the van’s back doors.
Her shoulder smacked against the steel floor. White pain detonated up her neck into her head, blurring her vision. She twisted onto her back and immediately leapt forward, desperate to escape, but McCoy shoved her back in, his palms punching against her chest like twin mallets.
She landed on her ass with a thud, staring at the man before her through the dark tangled strands of her hair. “I’m not going to make this easy,” she growled.
McCoy’s teeth flashed. “I’d be disappointed if you did.”
He lunged forward, eyes ablaze.
She lashed out with her feet, striking his chest and gut with her heels.
It made no difference. His weight whacked into her, ramming her backward, the ramrod shaft of his cock grinding into her crotch as he grabbed her wrists again, driving them to the van’s floor.
He shoved his hips forward, a wet grunt of pleasure heating her face as she bucked underneath him.
“You’re a strong little bitch, aren’t you,” he panted, thrusting against her even as he fought to hold her down. “Just my type.”
Cruel fingers sank into her flesh, ground her wrists together, and she bit back a squeal of pain, determined not to show him anything but hate.
“Go on, lassie,” he drawled, hot breath assaulting her face, his right hand raking down her arm to cup her chin in an iron grip. “Scream for me.”
“Fuck off.”
“Not when I’m having so much fun.” With a petrifying speed, he tore at her top, ripping the material apart. “Oh, yes.” He gave her a smug smirk. “Very nice.”
“NO!” Regan screamed, thrashing underneath him.
But it was no use. He was too big. Too heavy.
Too determined.
He shoved his bulk harder, harder between the junction of her thighs. Only the cotton of her shorts and the denim of his jeans kept him from invading her…
With a grunt and a shove, he yanked down the elasticized waistband of her shorts.
Oh, Declan! No!
McCoy lifted his head, leering at her. “Ready?”
He jerked up his hips and reached for the fly of his jeans, the bulge between his thighs straining at the stretch denim with hideous insistence, pushing at the unreleased opening.
Regan watched him fumble with his zipper, dread storming through her. Now. While he’s distracted. It’s your chance.
With a strength born of petrified desperation, she kicked out, knocking him off her. Enough to thrust her knees up and push him backward.
He stumbled from the van, rage and hunger flaring in his eyes. “Oh, that’s my little lassie,” he growled, immediately regaining his balance. “Keep it up and I might let you live.”
He lunged again.
Regan screamed, scrambling backward. He landed on her, hands immediately hooking around her wrists.
He yanked her arms wide and she fell to her back, the wind gushing from her in a harsh burst, her chest suddenly filled with lead.
He pulled her wrists together and pinned them in one hand above her head, fingers sinking into her flesh and agony flooded through her.
She writhed underneath him, doing every thing possible to escape him.
His hand raked at her, mauling, squeezing. His tongue and teeth savaged on her flesh. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip and fought back again, pounding her heels against his thighs, his ass.
Yet all it seemed to do was ignite him further.
With each blow she struck, he thrust harder at her crotch, his hips driving her legs further and further apart.
His nails scored slicing furrows down her rib cage to her stomach, and he rammed his hand between their pressed bodies until his fingers pushed past her shorts .
“NO!” Regan thrashed violently, petrified. Furious.
Rage poured through her. Rage and determined hope.
She thrashed beneath him, closing her mind to the brutal assault and concentrating on her wrists.
Slipping them free of his grip. Pouring every ounce of strength, hate and fury into the muscles of her arms she jerked them apart…
and her wrists ripped from McCoy’s clenched fist with an audible pop.
She smashed her palms to his ears. Hard. Wanting—hoping—to shatter the bastard’s eardrums.
A howl of agony tore the hot air in the van and McCoy’s body arced backward, his head thrown back, his face scrunched in pain. Regan lifted her feet and punched them into his gut, launching him through the open doors behind him.
Go!
She scrambled into a frantic crouch, stare locked on McCoy’s falling frame.
His mammoth bulk cut through the summer heat, a wild arc of growling rage before, mid-plummet, he twisted into a fluid spin and landed on his feet and hands.
Glaring at her from all fours with burning golden eyes. Wolf’s eyes.
Regan’s throat clamped shut. Oh, shit.
He bared his teeth in a silent snarl, teeth no longer human. “You are a little minx, aren’t you?” he growled, unfurling into a menacing stand, the guttural words spitting from a mouth now more a blunt wolf muzzle.
“Come at me again and I’ll rip your balls off.”
“Rip them off, no. Suck them…” McCoy dropped her a lurid wink, his face more distorted and animalistic by the second. “Absolutely.”
He lunged, a great black blur, ramming into Regan’s chest and driving her against the metal floor.
Claws ripped at her shirt, her shorts. His mouth sank into her neck, his teeth into her flesh.
Her wild blows seemed to matter little to him.
He reared up, the split-second moment of freedom allowing Regan to see what he’d become—part wolf, part man—before grabbing the front of her shorts and shoving them down.
He snatched at her wrists, almost popping her shoulder joints as he yanked her arms above her head and dropped back on top of her, his weight immovable.
Inescapable. He pinned her legs with one of his and imprisoned her wrists in one cruel fist.
“No!” Regan screamed. “Get the fuck off me.”
With grunting chuckles, he tore his hand from between her legs and yanked open the fly of his jeans.
“Now this is gonna hurt, lassie,” he panted, wolf’s eyes boring into hers.
“Quite a lot, in fact.” He flattened his hand to her shoulder, nailing her completely to the van’s floor.
He dropped his head, the contorted length of his muzzle-nose pressing to her ear.
“Feel free to scream as loud as you like.”
Regan clenched her fists. “You first.” She lashed her head to side and, fury consuming her, sank her teeth into his stubble-covered jaw.
Fur and flesh and sweat filled her mouth.
He yanked back, leaving part of his skin behind.
A maniacal light flared in his eyes and he wiped at the bloody wound she’d made, grinning.
“Such a wild bonnie lass,” he murmured. “I really need to say thank you to O’Connell. ”