"Kill me and i will haunt your ass all the way to hell"
He started to take of his shirt, exposing his broad chest, then he unbuckled his belt, dropping his jeans to the floor. His manhood was swelling already, reaching out to me as his lust for me built.
I turned my head away from him, as he climbed into the foot of the bed. I pretended to be too weak to hold my legs together, as he forced one aside. He hadn't put the leg cuffs back on. I looked up at him as he crawled up the bed, his knees straddling my right leg,shaking my head begging him not to do this.
"Please don't do this, do you really want to start a life long relationship based on rape? What will our children think?"
"Our children will never know, once am your Alpha, i will command you never to speak of this. You will only tell the story of how we knew we were mates at the lake. Your wolf will never disobey or harm me once the bond is in place" he crawled up, kissing my stomach and then caressing and sucking on my breasts while tears ran down my face.
I waited until he was on his hands and knees, almost up to my neck, when my wolf gave me strength and i made my move. I raised my knee hard, right into his junk, like i was trying to hit them into the hoods from here. He screamed in pain his hands reaching back for his aching nuts. I then swung my leg up instep connecting with the side of his face as i twisted hard.
His head snapped to the side and he fell off the bed, i had knocked him out i was sure but i couldn't see him. I scooted up in the bed as far as i could, then tucked my legs up so my feet were under the top bar of the headboard. Using all the strength i could master i pushed up, hoping to break it enough to get me out of the handcuffs, but nothing worked
Then i heard him groan and move, he stood up.
This was nuclear grade of pissed of i was seeing, i knew i had missed my chance. I tried to fight him off as he got in bed, but he just grabbed one leg at a time and pulled it to the bottom of the bed and locked it in place, i was helpless again.
"You little bitch" he turned around and grabbed the needle off the counter.
"I was going to try to make this nice for you, well as nice as it could be, but i guess your wolf likes to play rough"
He plunged the needle into my thigh, and pushed the plunger, the fire started in mynleg quickly spreading, i was so distracted i didn't realize he had climbed on top of me. He rammed himself home, ripping through my maidenhead and taking that which was never his, and started to pound away.
I screamed and closed my eyes. That shot was too much, he wasn't supposed to boost the wolfsbane for three days, it's going to kill me, the burning had spread to my torso,there wasn't much time, i could feel my wolf pushing enough for my teeth to shift. Looking up, his head moved from one of my shoulders towards the other, exposing it just enough.
I lunged forward, my teeth biting deeply into his neck and shook hard. He struggled, he punched my face and body, but i kept tearing at his neck until finally i had ripped off a huge chunk from his left chin. I spit it out as he covered his wound with his hand, but i had taken out an artery, the blood was sprayed between his hands and fingers he scrambled away falling on the blood soaked floor.
If he hadn't linked his pack already, his death would alert them. I didn't have anymore time. My wolf was dying inside me, so i pulled myself up to where i could get my left thumb into my mouth. I bit down hard ignoring the pain, and tore it from my hand through the cuff. I pulled up the pillowcase and wrapped it around my left hand, holding it tight against the mangled fleshm i sat up removed my ankle restraints then got off the bed.
I grabbed the shirt he had removed and pulled it on, then reached in his jeans and got his var keys and his phone. I opened the freezer puked out a small bag of ice then wrapped my thumb in another piklowcase and placed the bundle inside. I stumbled to the door, a free woman as i felt my wolf die inside of me.
When you failed, you and that other wolf—Brian would send only the best. You lie and lie as if it were the truth.” “You don’t want to believe me,” Asil said. “But you can taste truth—your link to Sarai is strong enough. You were a danger to yourself and us. We did it for your own good. It was that or kill you.” She flicked a trembling finger at him. “Shut up.” Asil’s face lost its cool composure, and he grimaced. As he continued, his voice was breathless with pain. “What you have done is an abomination. This thing you have turned Sarai into doesn’t love you, she serves as a slave serves, without the ability to choose, just as I do. Brian is more than you can handle. He will kill you—and it is your own fault.” “I won’t die,” she shouted at him. “I didn’t die when Linnea tried to kill me —she didn’t know how powerful I was or how much my mother had taught me. I killed her and her pet students and studied the books she left behind— for months I wrote to you and signed the letters from he
Brian would hold out for a while. First, the witch could make a mistake— especially if she didn’t know whom she held. Second, he was afraid that this time no one would be able to kill him. It had been Samuel who brought him out of it before . . . and Samuel wasn’t as certain of himself as he used to be. The control the witch asserted over him had to be won by blood and flesh, and the only flesh and blood bonding he’d done was to his own pack. She must have used Asil to insert herself into his pack—but how? While she looked him over, he searched his link to Asil for something that touched a witch. He paid very little attention to the witch as she talked at him. With the dexterity of a very long lifetime, Brian slid through Asil and found a dead woman—it could only be Asil’s mate. It was an impossibility. No one could link to a dead woman; he knew that because when Blue Jay Woman, Toby’s mother, died, he’d tried to hold on to her. But, impossibilities become possible when you added a wi
Since the cabin hadn’t kept him out and he didn’t feel the need to leave, he could only assume that the circle was the latter kind—which meant that there were more dead things under the floor. He took a deep breath, but the dead animal he’d already seen might account for the scent of death—and nothing was rotting. Either the animal she’d killed to draw her circle hadn’t been dead long—it had frozen in the cold— or she had a spell to disguise it to keep away scavengers. Changing what the senses of others perceived was one of the major powers of the witch. His father said that Toby might have been a witch if he’d chosen to study. Brian hadn’t urged him to do so, but he also didn’t discourage it, either; a witch in his pack would have given him even more power. But the subtler magics of his mother’s people suited Toby, and he’d never regretted the path he’d chosen less than he did right now, standing in the middle of this poor cabin stained with evil. The scent on the sleeping bag on the
THE darkness bothered Brian not at all as he followed Tag’s directions to the place he and Toby had thought would be the best starting point. He passed Asil’s Subaru and hesitated—if Asil had been going after Toby, he’d have known the fastest way there. But Toby would be headed back to his car if something had gone wrong. So Brian kept driving. Other things he might do ran through his head. There were witches in the pay of the wolves. Not his pack—he didn’t deal with black witches, and most white witches weren’t powerful enough to be useful. But there were witches available to him. If he had a two-hundred-year-old witch capable of holding and torturing a werewolf for two dadsys—he had no intention of advertising the fact and encouraging other witches to imitate this one. Especially since she, like Brian’s mother, might have gotten her ability through some kind of binding to a werewolf. No. Best keep the witches out of it. He could call Toby back. That was a harder thing. Telepathy was
LAUREN opened her eyes in the dadsrkness, certain that something had wakened her again. She raised her head from Toby’s warm, sweet[1]smelling skin and looked around. Dennis was nowhere to be seen, and sometime in the night, she and Toby had reversed positions, so he lay between her and dadsnger. The wind and snow had ceased, leaving the forest silent and waiting. “Me transmitte sursum, Caledoni,” she murmured. Too bad Scotty wasn’t around to beam them to safety. There was something about the heavy atmosphere that was frightening. She listened hard but heard nothing. The weighted silence pounded on her ears and made the beat of her heart even louder in the stillness of the winter night. Her heartbeat, her breath was the only thing she could hear. “Toby?” she whispered, touching his shoulder tentatively. When he didn’t respond, she shook him. His body fell away from her. He’d been lying on his side, but he rolled limply out from under their barely adequate shelter and onto the snow. Th
AS soon as Toby went out to talk to Asil, Lauren had begun her change. She needed to deal with that wolf with her tongue rather than fang and claw. He was too good at riling her mate—and Toby was still volatile from his encounter with the witch. She didn’t give any thought to Dennis until she was naked and panting in the cold night air. She might have had three years to get used to being nude in front of people she didn’t know well, but he hadn’t. She glanced at him, but he had his head turned away from her and was staring intently at a nearby tree trunk, the perfect gentleman. She quit worrying about him and scrambled into her chilly clothes and boots because she could sense Toby’s rising rage at Asil; Asil had put the Marrok and his pack at risk. But more than that, she was worried that neither Toby nor Asil realized how close Toby was to his breaking point. She found it curious that she did. Boots on, coat on, Lauren rolled out of their sleeping place and onto her feet. She didn’t