Worse Case Senerio

After twenty minutes of driving, Carl pulled the truck off the road and down a dirt path. He drove several hundred yards and parked in the field behind the motel where they had been staying while searching for Ivory. The hotel room was small, and run down, but it would do for now. They had brought their sleeping bags in to cover the stench on the beds. Carl couldn't wait to get home and back to the pack.

"Sir, do you want to pack up the room and head north before you claim her? We are still close to their borders." Roy said, looking over the tree line. He had a bad feeling about the Good Ole Boys and the she-bitch. They had to know what they had and what breeding her would give. She was from a powerful alpha bloodline.

"No. As soon as I mate with Ivory, there will be no reason to run. We are not on their pack lands and the interstate is neutral." He grinned, leaning down to the blonde and grabbing a fist full of hair.

"I will never be your mate!" Ivory argued. She held her chin with as much defiance as possible.

He laughed, crushing his mouth over hers, tasting blood as her lip split from the pressure. "Make no mistake, you are mine, and I will have you." He yanked her off the floor and opened the door. "How you behave decides if you scream in pleasure or pain. Either way,” he grinned. “It doesn't matter, but you will be mine." He grabbed her inner thigh as his hand partially shifted, digging into her alabaster skin. Droplets of blood pooled around his clawed tips.

Ivory cried out as his claw raked over her flesh. She tried hard to roll her body away from him, but with the way her hands were bound and how he held her, she was at his mercy. She felt him shift her and right her on her feet.

Arthur smirked, smelling her fear. It was an aphrodisiac to him. His cock became rock hard as a pearl of precum formed. He crushed her body into the truck. "You three go to the room, pack our stuff. By the time you get back, this bitch will be my mate." He growled, rubbing his erection against her belly. He leaned down, partially shifting his hand, allowing his claw cut the bindings on her ankles free.

Roy and Carl grinned, smelling her blood in the air, and knew Arthur would share her after breaking her in. After all, they agreed to share. Their pack had been sharing women for years. The only reason this one hadn't been was her father, their Alpha, was insane. Samuel seemed indifferent about his turn. He had spotted a tasty little number on the second floor, and if the fates were willing, he would be taking her with them as his personal cock warmer.

"Take your time, boss. There is no rush,” he smirked. “We have something to keep us occupied," Samuel said as he pulled the tailgate down so Arthur could have some real fun.

Arthur waved his boys off and forced Ivory towards the rear of the truck. He leaned her body at an odd angle and grabbed her left nipple. Using his thumb and forefinger Arthur pinched it while twisting it painfully, pulling it almost an inch long. When she screamed, he eased off. "We can't have you doing that." He growled, releasing her body before backhanding her across her right cheek and walking to the truck.

The pain in her breast was too much. Her scream was sudden and intense. In the afternoon air, it echoed through the field. Her head snapped to the side and she fell into the yellow tall grass, face first. She shifted at the last second so her shoulder caught her weight. She didn't waste time, the moment his feet were around the truck, she got to her feet and took off running towards the tree line. She would have shifted, but the collar and bindings prevented it.

Arthur pulled a small hand towel from the glovebox when he saw the streak of blonde hair through the window. He was excited about the chase. "Oh, I love a good chase. Run run as fast as you can," he cheered as he fell forward to all fours and took off after her.

He didn't run her down at first, he toyed with her, stalking her, forcing her to panic. Arthur was an experienced hunter and he lived to hunt. He had her scent and took his time. Heading her in the direction he wanted. When Ivory finally got turned around, he waited, patiently as she worked her way right into his path. The wind shifted and he caught her scent. His black wolf knocked her into the thick underbrush, causing her to roll into several saplings, face down.

He shifted, kneeling behind her, fisting her hair again as he brought her ear to his lips. "Don't you know, you should never run from a wolf?" He growled in a heavy voice and bit her earlobe. He pressed his eight-inch length between her ass cheeks, grinding into her. When she gasped, her scent changed, filling with fear again. "I am going to break every part of you."

Ivory tried to push up from the anthill she had fallen on, but his weight held her as thousands of fire ants spilled from the ground and started their attack on her belly. "Get the fuck off of me," she cried out as the molten pain spread through her body. She grunted and twisted, finally digging her knee into the ground. Using this as leverage she was able to knock him to the side and rolled away, exposing the black mess stinging her breasts.

He leaned down, retaking her by her hair, Arthur drug her back in the direction of the truck. "Does it hurt my love?" He asked in a soft voice. He let her stand and then wiped her chest clean. His lips moved to her right breast, flicking his tongue over her nipple before biting down, drawing blood, sending the remaining ants into a frenzy. He ran his fingers down through her unshaven blonde curls plucking several ants off. His finger brushed over her clit, rubbing several small circles before a single finger separated her lips, moving from top to bottom, hovering over her opening. She was not as wet as he had hoped. "Don't like pain? Don't worry, we have a long time to teach you to enjoy it."

He forced his knees into the back of her legs, causing her to kneel in front of him. His hand splayed over her curls, again. Arthur's mouth slanted over hers as his thick digits attacked her slit, forcing two inside, stopping just at her maidenhood. Ivory screamed, but this time his mouth caught the offending sound. He forced his fingers apart, stretching her. Arthur started sawing his fingers in and out of her, pressing deeper, finally tearing through the thin flesh.

Ivory tensed and made a muffled pain-filled sound. He continued to wiggle his fingers and spread them a few more times. "You are one tight bitch." He whispered, pulling his fingers to his lips. He suckled them clean before placing his hand between her shoulders and planting her cheek on the ground.

"I'm going to fucking kill you. Make no mistake, Arthur. I will kill you for this." She growled through gritted teeth as he placed a hand under her waist and pulled her hips higher. She closed her eyes when she felt his massive head sliding against her inner folds. "You better fucking kill me when you are done, otherwise I will rip your throat out."

He laughed, lining his thick cock up. He leaned to the back of her neck. "You have such a filthy mouth. I'm going to enjoy this." He eased the first few inches in as his clawed fingers dug into her hips. Without warning, he impaled himself deep in her. He held himself still as the tight feel of her virginal cunt spammed around his girth.

Ivory screamed as he split her in two. Pain clouded her mind. Her wolf was howling in her head. She felt fire spreading through her insides as his thick length finally stopped. Tears were flowing down her cheeks and her breath came in small gasps. "Get. Off. Of. Me!" She screamed trying to force her body from under him.