LITTLE HUMAN

RAYNE 

I watched as Reid lowered his head to my inner thighs while his girlfriend watched us. 

I grabbed a vase standing beside me. Without thinking, I slammed the ornament against his head. He pulled back from, blood dripping down his forehead. 

A sharp shrill escaped my mouth. Panic settled deep in my bones as the blood kept gushing from his wound. 

"What the hell have you done?" Mira questioned, her eyes turning golden as they landed on the weapon in my hand.

The vase dropped from my hand, clashing to the ground. Reid pulled me off the bathroom counter. He placed a firm hand at the back of my neck before shoving me out of the bathroom. 

I covered my naked form as he dragged me down the hallway with him. My heart hammered against my ribs. 

Was he going to kill me? Where was he taking me? 

"I'm sorry," I cried out, "I won't do it again. Please don't kill me."

"Shut up," Reid seethed through his teeth. 

He rushed down the hallway, his grip at the back of my neck tightening hard enough to leave a bruise. 

He walked down another hallway, this one was darker, longer. I rooted my feet to the spot but Reid threw me over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. 

He stopped in front of giant metal door. He punched in a code and the door clicked open. He threw me inside, my knees and palms scraping against the cold concrete. 

"I was going to be gentle for your first time, little human. But it seems you prefer the hard way. Stay here in the dark and think about how much more it’s going to hurt when I come back for you," Reid seethed through his teeth. 

He stepped out of the room, his eyes never leaving mine. Warm tears streaked down my cheeks as I rushed to his feet. Before I could reach him the door slammed shut in my face. 

My first time. Did he mean my first time with him? Or did he know I was a virgin? No, he must have meant my first time with him. 

A cold shiver ran down my spine as I replayed his words inside my head. He wasn't going to be gentle. 

I scurried back until I hit a cold wall behind me. I covered my naked form from the dark, my eyes wildly flickering around the pitch black room.

I could have killed him. But all I did was defend myself. When did defending oneself become such a bad thing? 

He should never have touched me. If he didn't, I wouldn't have hit him with a vase. He brought this on himself. 

I balled my trembling hands into fists. I didn't see a guard in front of the door earlier. With the right plan, I could totally escape this him. I needed to escape him. 

A soft hissing sound suddenly filled my ears, and with it came a strong chemical smell that burned my nostrils. My eyes widened in realization. He was releasing poison into the room.

I covered my nose and mouth with both hands but the poison was too strong. My eyelids became heavy and breaths became ragged and short. 

My throat felt like it was swelling shut. And my lungs stopped working. I helplessly clawed at my throat until I collapsed to the cool floor. My eyes fluttered shut as I fell into a deep slumber.

I woke up to the sound of heavy metal scraping against the floor. I carefully sat upright, my hands instantly flew up to my aching head. 

I stayed like that until the pain subsided. I finally opened my eyes. The lights were on now. I gasped when I found Reid sitting on a chair in the center of the room. 

He leaned back against the chair, his legs spread while his elbows rested on the muscle of his thighs. 

My eyes widened as they landed on his face. The wound I inflicted on him earlier was completely gone. Like it never happened. 

"What are you doing here?" I questioned wildly. He was probably here to kill me. I wouldn't be surprised if he did. 

"We were interupted upstairs. And I don't like leaving jobs unfinished," he explained, keeping his voice a cold growl. 

"What?" I whispered as all the air leaving my lungs. He wanted to continue his inspection from earlier?

"Come," he commanded coldly. 

I had no choice but to obey him. There was something about his tone, something about his voice that made me do whatever he told me to. 

My legs moved of their own accord. Before I could stop myself I was standing right in front of him. 

He leaned forward in his chair, my breath catching at his closeness. He pushed my ankles apart with his shoe. He grabbed my hands, keeping them pinned behind my back. 

And that disgusting throb between my legs returned. I became wet for him all over again and he hadn't even touched me yet. 

Something was seriously wrong with me. 

He navigated his other hand to my wet entrance. A calloused finger slid through my slick folds and I bit into my bottom lip to stop a moan from escaping my lips. 

"You're so wet, I can barely keep a grip you," he rasped, his minty breath fanning my heated core. 

My cheeks flushed red, I tried pulling away from him but his hands held a firm grip on my arms behind my back, locking me in place. 

His hand slowly moved to my entrance and a soft gasp passed through my lips. He pushed a thick finger into me without warning, burying himself deep inside of me. 

My eyes widened at the burning sensation. His finger twisted inside of me, rubbing over a sensitive spot that made me curl my toes. 

"Your little cunt is practically begging for my touch," he said, his dark eyes meeting my tear stained face. His finger twisted again, exploring every inch of me. "Look at the mess your making on my floor."

His finger suddenly stilled inside of me like he just discovered something major. A dark smirk lifted the corner of his mouth. "You're so tight, little human."

"Reid," I helplessly whimpered out.

"A virgin slave," he drawled, "you have no idea what a wolf like me can do to something as fragile as you."

The secret was out. And now I could see the hunger in his eyes.

He slowly pulled his finger out of me, leaving my legs trembling. "I'll take my time with you," he uttered before hooking my leg over his shoulder, bringing his lips dangerously close to my swollen clit.