Chapter 13 #5
“He isn’t letting me come back, is he?” Theo looks away from me again; it’s all I need to know the truth.
God damn these men. They always do whatever they want to force me to their ways.
“He fucking lied to me, and you went along with it?” This is rich, considering he gets angry when I lie to him.
Theo doesn’t say anything, and I know I’m right.
They plan on keeping me locked away. “Why?” My strained voice makes him look back at me.
I’m furious. If I was a wolf myself, I would attack him.
“I am done, so fucking done with everything.”
“We have our reasons, Imogen.”
His soft ways made it hurt so much worse. “Explain then, make me understand,” I beg, tears brimming. I can’t keep doing this. If this is what my life will be like with them, then I want no part of it. I storm over, get my makeup bag and hairbrush, and dump them in the larger bag.
Theo reached for me. “Once I have marked you, and the bond has kicked in, we will explain everything. You just need to be patient.”
“Patient! I have been patient for two fucking weeks. I am done, Theo. I don’t want to be a part of whatever the fuck this.” I want to throw things at him, but this was Theo. He makes me feel like I’m picking on an abused puppy. Fucking asshole.
Theo's shoulders sag, head drooping. "I understand.
" He leaves the kitchen, giving me space to calm.
Pushing the matter out of my mind, I continue to pack, cramming as many clothes as I can't bear to part with into the suitcase.
If I run I'll be dragged back and punished like a disobedient pet.
It would be a small consolation to have my own clothes at least. I get dressed in a pair of black tights and an oversized jumper.
When Tobias arrives to pick us up, I take mom off the counter and stalk out to the car.
Theo and Tobias put my things in the car, and I climb in the back.
I ignore Tobias when he asks me to get in front this time.
Instead, I turn to stare out the window.
He gives up. I imagine it’s because of the box I cradle in my arms. The ride back to my prison is silent and tense.
Nobody speaks and when the car pulls up, I open the door and jump out before he stops completely.
I open the front door which they left unlocked and race upstairs.
I don’t bother closing the door, seeing as it was still very broken.
I place the box on the side table and open it, grabbing the plastic urn out.
I stare at it, wondering what I should do with her.
I don’t want her trapped in the urn forever like I am in this house.
But how can I let her go? I’m not ready.
That will be the last step before I am forced to move on without her.
I know mom would want to be set free, she mentioned it a few times in passing whenever loved ones died.
She would always say she doesn’t want to be buried in a coffin with worms and critters, that she wanted to be set free somewhere nice.
I know I will honor her wishes, even having an idea of where. But I’m just not ready.
Tobias enters my room, placing my bag in the walk-in wardrobe. "What's that?" he questions, pointing to the urn in my hands. To be fair it doesn’t look like an urn, it’s literally a blue plastic container.
“My mother.” My voice is empty, emotionless.
Tobias hesitates, before taking a seat next to me. He doesn't say anything, but sits there, letting his heat comfort me. I’m still fucking furious at him for lying to me, and even now trying to control me, but this moment of silence I appreciate.
Time stretches on in that way for ten minutes before he finally has to break the good thing.
“I never knew my parents. I know they were both werewolves obviously. I was placed up for adoption when I was born. I was adopted until I was five and I turned. My adoptive parents freaked out, said I was cursed and a demon from hell.” He chuckles, as if he thinks it is funny.
I think it was harsh, especially for a five-year-old to just throw him away like garbage, not once but twice.
I don't know what to say to his confession. This type of Tobias is hard to understand.
Tobias continued, “I lived in the streets until I met Theo’s mother. She found me sleeping behind a dumpster out in front of their house, and they raised me.”
“That woman who came here was Theo’s mother, wasn’t it?” I ask. One of those who wants to kill me after my mysterious month.
“Yes, her name is Caroline. The man who was here is Josiah, Theo’s father.”
“And they don’t care you were a werewolf?” They must be nice people if they would take in a random child, one who isn’t human.
“No, for years they pretended not to notice, even covered up for me when I would accidently kill livestock on neighboring farms, but no they didn’t care. People fear what they didn’t understand, they still do. Caroline just saw me as a child, not a monster.”
I try to imagine what it would have been like so long ago.
Getting up, I place her back in the box.
I don’t want to put her in it, but I also don’t want to leave her here, where I sleep with two supernatural beings.
That didn’t seem appropriate. Tobias takes the box from my hands, realizing I’m trying to think of somewhere to put her.
“Come on, she can sit on the mantle till you figure out what you want to do.” I nod and follow him down. He reaches up and places her on the mantle below the TV. Theo comes out and wraps his arms across my shoulders, his lips going to my neck and I shiver under his cold touch.
“Want to have a shower with us?” he asks, pressing himself into my back so his erection rubs against me from beneath his pants.
I don’t even get to answer before I’m whisked off back upstairs and into the bathroom.
Tobias and Theo seem to be racing each other to see who can rip my clothes off first. In no time, I’m stripped completely bare.
Tobias picks me up and places me on the sink basin, standing in between my legs.
I wrap them around his waist, completely forgetting I’m angry at him, just loving the feel of his hands on my body, softly caressing my thighs and sides.
I put my arms around his neck and leaned forward, kissing him.
I run my tongue along his bottom lip, wanting entry.
When his lips parted, I brush my tongue on his.
He pushes into me, taking control and kissing me deeper.
I moan into his mouth and his hand moves up, squeezing my breast.
Theo steps into the shower for us. He return to watch me over Tobias's shoulder, eyes glued on me. He smiles at the two of us and I can't help but chuckle at him.
I push on Tobias’s chest until he steps back, and I hop off the counter getting in the shower.
Tobias enters directly behind me, his hands going to my breasts as he pulls me back to him once more, my back pressed against his warm chest. Theo moved closer and his erection presses into my stomach as he leans in kissing me, one of his hands moves between my legs, his fingers parting my lips before he shoves a finger inside me.
I’ll be angry again later, for now, I’m going to enjoy being worshiped by these two and just let myself enjoy the moment.
I lean back into Tobias, his hand on my breasts, teasing me.
My nipples hardened under his touch. Theo pulls his dripping wet finger from me, before replacing it with two.
My juices rub against my clit before he pushes them in deeper and curl his fingers upward and rubbing my g-spot.
I moan loudly, way too loud, and Theo smiles at my reaction.
My skin heats, and it has nothing to do with the water temperature.
Tobias takes his hand off my body and reaches for the soap and loofah while I continue to lean back on him.
I shiver as he pulls my hair over one shoulder, his fingers softly caressing the skin of my neck, running the loofah over my skin.
Theo’s fingers move faster making me grip his hand, trying to slow his rhythm as it becomes too much.
He doesn’t stop though, instead he leans in.
His lips moving on mine as I shatter, my walls grip his fingers.
My vagina pulsates and quivers as my orgasm runs through me.
I can’t help but moan, my legs trembling and my grip loosening on his hand.
Theo slides his fingers out before moving closer to me, pressing his body into mine.
My face is hot, and I can still feel his fingers inside me.
We quickly shower knowing if we don’t, we won’t leave.
Everywhere I touch, my skin is sensitive and alive to every sensation.
Getting out, I wrap myself in my towel and dry myself.
I barely hang up the towel when Tobias grab me and spins me around to face him.
He kisses me hard and demandingly, backing me toward the bed until I fall backwards.
Tobias lands on top of me, his weight held up by his arms. He slips one arm around my waist, lifting and scooching us to the top of the bed.
He pins my hands above my head, pushing them into the mattress.
His lips moved to my neck as he licks and sucks my skin.
Cold hands grab mine from above and the bed dips slightly.
Tobias releases his grip on my arms and Theo wraps them in cool leather cuffs with strange metal rings on them.
I peer up wondering what he’s doing. My heart races as he pulls out a rope.
He takes my hands back, threading the rope between the cuffs and the headboard, securing it.
He ties me down. Panic floods through me with every beat of my heart.
I have two great fears, heights, and being tied down.
My skin crawls where the rope chafes against it, I jerk with all my might but I am unable to even budge.