Turning away, I tried to focus on something else. That was when I noticed Shamar was avoiding looking at Alphonse and Lucian, too. Our friends’ display of intimacy never used to bother Shamar, either. Perhaps, like me, he also was pissed at that asshole, Don.
My stomach growled loudly, and I eyed the food. Alphonse’s excitement made me curious, so I tried it. And, yes, it appeared Don could add cooking to the list of things he was good at—like he needed another thing to blow up his already fat head. Arrogant bastard. Still, the food tasted amazing, and despite cursing the cook, I ate it all.
That evening we walked home from school together, laughing. My neck still hurt, but I had no intention of telling my friends that…especially not Shamar. It was the four of us. Until Don pulled up in his silver Diamond-Lux.
Asshole. Was he going to follow me everywhere from now on? Probably. Alphas were very possessive during this period. Last night, Don held me beneath him for what could have been ten minutes. During which he had deepened my claim mark, biting it again and again. It had hurt, but that was nothing to how pissed I was at him for stirring up my emotions. With every bite, Don ejected his alpha influence into me, trying to submit me. No fucking way. I was going to hold out as long as possible. The Offering was far from over. There was still a chance to rid myself of his arrogant ass.
“Fern.” He pulled up right beside us, lowering his window.
My knees weakened at the sound of his voice, and that pissed me off. So, I took it out on him. “The hell do you want? Aren’t you supposed to be at tryouts?”
“Long over with. Besides, I told you I would pick you up from school.” He smirked. “Why do I get the feeling that you haven’t forgotten but are purposefully trying my patience.”
I snorted. “Bingo! I told you I walk home with my friends, so piss off.”
Alphonse looked from me over to Don. “Fern,” he whispered, twirling a strand of his long hair around his finger, his hand trembling. He’d freed his ponytail on the way home, and now his shaggy auburn hair hung passed his shoulders. “Go. You-You’re gonna ma-make him mad. G-Go-Go with him already.” Alphonse tried to hide behind Lucian, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but here. Despite slouching to not be that noticeable, he was still plainly visible to Don.
I sighed. Alphonse was quite the courageous guy. Wasn’t it him who wanted to get Don’s autograph?
I glared at Don. “Let him get mad for all I care. Come on.” I directed my friends away from the car.
Don growled. “Fern, do you really want to test me right now?”
“Now’s as good a time as any.”
“Why you—wait a second, who told you that you could be around Fern, brat?”
It took me a moment to realize he wasn’t talking to me this time, but instead, his gaze fell on Lucian. Right. The old vampire-werewolf grudge.
“I did.” I glared at Don again. “He’s been in my life a hell of a lot longer than you. As I see it, you have no right to dictate who I can hang out with.”
“As your alpha, I forbid it, now get in the car. Unless you want me to drag you in here.”
“You might be his alpha, but you’re not his slave owner. Fern is allowed to have friends without you trying to take that away from him.” At least Shamar was a good friend—Lucian was too busy scowling at Don, and Alphonse was too busy cowering.
Don’s eyes narrowed. “Do you presume to tell me what rights I have over my own beta?”
“Yeah, I do.” Shamar met his gaze with confident, cold eyes. “Fern is his own person and can make decisions for himself. What does it matter who he hangs out with? No one’s getting in the way of him and his alpha, so you have nothing to complain about.”
“Are you about finished, brat?” Don spoke like he talked to a five-year-old throwing a tantrum. He stopped the car.
My first impulse was to run, but instincts would have Don chasing me down and fucking me right on the street. And I had way too much pride to let my friends see me so helpless.
“Seriously, what the fuck? Why can’t I hang out with my normal friends?”
“Because you are no longer a normal high schooler, but my mate. Now fall in line unless you want me to submit you right here.”
I glared at him, wishing all my hatred onto him. Too bad Shamar hadn’t brought one of his hex bags to school. Don caught my hand.
“Let go!”
He slung me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. Glaring at Lucian, he advanced on him. “If I ever find you around Fern again, I will kill you.”
“What the fuck? Lucian’s my friend. You have no right—”
“That’s where you’re an idiot. I have every right to you. Every right. Got that.” I kicked at his chest and pounded my fists into his back. Don began to transform. His dark skin sprouting fur, his blue eyes becoming more neon in the evening sunlight. “Get. The hell. Out of my sight. All of you!”
Unfortunately for me, none of my friends were bold enough to directly take on a terror like Don, a full-blooded alpha. It wasn’t uncommon for them to kill potential threats, especially during the mating season. Shamar looked like he was debating charging at Don.
“I fucking hate you!” I said. Opening the passenger side, he threw me into the car. Immediately I went to open it, but he blocked it.
“Stop it! Leave him alone!” Shamar went to help me out. Only to be met with the back of Don’s arm, raising his hand to strike Shamar if he advanced.
“Okay, new rule. All annoying brats better head home now before I break some bones.”
There was no way I could win against him, and I didn’t want that asshole to hurt my friends.
“Forget it, guys. I’ll see you tomorrow at school.” I had to yell this out Don’s window as he’d locked my side of the car the moment he slammed my door shut.
Getting in the car, Don sped off. I glanced back to my friends, all bearing expressions of anger or fear—as was the case with Alphonse. Last I saw, he trailed behind Lucian toward Lucian’s Coven and the Helsing community where he lived. His slouched gait barely kept up with Lucian’s that seemed to glide over the sidewalk.
Shamar stood with clenched fists watching us drive away.
“You will not be around that vampire anymore, Fern.”
“Fuck you. We’re in a band together, and he’s my friend—”
“And you are my beta.”
“So?”
“So you belong to me. And there’s no way I want my mate anywhere near those untrustworthy bloodsuckers.”
“They’re not bloodsuckers!” I unleashed all my anger—at him, at the world, at my stupid parents for pushing me into his arms. “If anyone is the asshole here, it’s you.”
Don gave me a cold glare. Without a second thought, he pulled the car over. I shivered despite my anger. I felt the livid frustration rolling from him. My body begged me to seek out forgiveness—to give in to my alpha. Instead, I narrowed my eyes. In no time at all, Don crossed over to my seat, lowered it, and stayed on top of me. He was well-built and heavy, and that made it difficult for me to breathe. I shoved him hard, trying to knock him off. I went to strike him, but he pinned my wrists down. A predatory smirk lit his face.
“You’re quite lively, aren’t you, Fern?” His husky, sensual tone took me by surprise, and I forgot all of my angry comebacks. “But…” He nibbled my cheek, breaking the skin. His tongue licked up the small droplet of blood that appeared. “You will soon learn who your owner is.” He grabbed both of my wrists with one hand. His other popped open the button on my shorts and went inside. Against my will, my body responded to his touch.
“I am going to break you in, bend you to my will. And you. Will. Obey me.” He growled—blue eyes hinting neon as the evening faded. Slowly, he transformed on top of me. He hadn’t taken me while in werewolf form since the Hunt. His already strong body grew even larger, and his added weight crushed me into the seat. His muscular chest expanded, making his firm pecks huge. Fur spouted on his chest and tickled
my skin. The car’s metal roof screeched as the frame adjusted to his enormous size—all cars were made to accommodate alpha werewolf transformation, courtesy of witch engineering that specialized in doing the impossible. Witches also had a hand in the making of pseudo-clothing—a reason that wereduin and witch relations were fairly good, despite our cultural differences.
Don reached under my shirt—claws scraping my abdomen—and yanked it over my head.
“S-Stop it,” I growled. “You’re gonna rip it.”
He nibbled my ear, again making me bleed. “Like I care.”
I let out a high-pitch sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan, and it pissed me off.
Pinning me down, his hand invaded my briefs as he nibbled my chin.
I forced my head back to get away from him—bad move. The scarf had loosened in all his manhandling and exposed the claim mark between my shoulder and neck. He sank his fangs into my skin, deepening the wound.
“Fuck,” I moaned, lost to the intense sensations as Don continued to dominate me. He tugged down my shorts before freeing me from them completely. His cock throbbed with blood, making the head swell. His enormous girth breached my tiny hole, and my body trembled. He was a full-blown werewolf, while I was a wereduin. I was going to definitely feel the size difference.
He’s gonna split me in half!
But a tiny voice whispered from the back of my mind.
Break me. Open me. Put me in my place beneath you.
I shuddered. A moan escaped my lips, sounding like surrender.
His massive cock drove the wind out of me. As a werewolf, it was more bestial, turning reddish-brown. Two knots grew until they lined his shaft. The harder he got, the more pronounced they became. Thick muscular veins overlapped them and glided over my inner walls.
He didn’t stop to let me adjust to his size, but shamefully, my beta juices had already slicked me up. The dammed fluids served a role in making me submit to my alpha. The more I produced, the more semen he could put inside of me. And the more that happened, the more I craved him and desired to belong to him.
Don bottomed out—his balls slapping my ass. I could barely breathe against the intrusion. A trail of saliva spilled down my chin and met with tears leaking from my eyes I’d screwed shut.
He licked my chin, cleaning them both away.
“Are you full of me, my little Fern?”
I could only nod.
“Good. Feel this. This is my power over you. I will fuck you as many times as it takes for you to learn your place. Soon, you’ll memorize every inch of my cock. You’ll feel me inside you even when you sleep.” He had succeeded in taking away my ability to think. All I wanted was for him to move inside of me and to make me feel good.
I bit my lip, my need so strong it pierced my stomach, and I ached down to my groin.
He rolled his hips, tantalizing me. “What is it, my little Fern?” Leaning down, he nibbled my cheek. He trailed his canine snout through my hair, breathing in the scent of my dark locks. “Tell me.” Don nipped my left ear, tugging on the floppy tip until it straightened into a peak, and I let out an embarrassing whimper.
Unlike my right ear, which was pointy like normal, this one drooped—a leftover from puphood, before I could fully leave worg form. His smirk puffed air against my skin, and I shivered. His tongue delved inside, invading even more of my body.
My face burned. My body ached, craving the friction. Desperately, I bucked my hips, but his weight barely allowed the movement. “M-Move…” I struggled to get the word out.
“You want my cock to move inside of you?”
“F-Fuck…” My head lolled back, only to be caught firmly in the palm of his hand not pinning my wrists. His large hand could have been a bear’s if not for his humanoid fingers. My curls snagged on his razor-sharp claws massaging my scalp. “I want…”
He forced me to look at him. “What do you want?”
Fucker!
Tears of pent-up frustration spilled down my cheeks. Don’s fingers holding my face rubbed the wetness into my skin.
“Ass-hole,” I growled.
“I want you to say it. Otherwise, I will keep you here all night, wet and needy for me.”
“Fin-ne. You. I want…you.”
“You want me to what?”
“Bas-tard!” I bit my lip until it bled, but I couldn’t hold in my whimper. “Mo-ve, fuck me!”
Don tsked at me. “You forgot to say please?”
I was about to explode.
Gods dammit! Fucker!
A strangled cry ripped from my throat. “Please!” Inside I was so pissed off at him, at myself, but I had already lost the battle with my lust, and there was nothing else left to do but beg. But knowing that asshole, he’d probably make me beg forever before he met my demands.
Don’s smile crinkled his eyes, and he kissed my brow softly. “That wasn’t too hard, now was it?”
He thrust his hips into me, and my brain dissolved. Pleasure danced like tendrils over my skin, making me tingle all the way to my fingertips.
To my surprise, he picked up speed. “This is how good it feels to submit to me.” His stiff cock moved up and down my entire length, stirring up delicious friction that felt too amazing for words. “I will protect you, Fern. I will keep you safe. You will never know hunger or loneliness. I will make you into the perfect beta. And you will love it. You will beg to have my pups one day.”
I fisted the back of the car seat, digging my blunt nails into the fabric. I could still hear his whispered words like a poison in my heart despite my constant moaning. The worst thing of all was that I wanted everything he was saying. I wanted him to make me his beta and fill me to the brim with his pups. I wanted to serve him and please him. There was no stopping these stupid thoughts. And worst yet, I started to think they were no longer stupid. He knew he was getting to me as if he had peeled back the layers of my skin and was openly watching my heart.
He didn’t allow me to transform as he fucked into my smaller body. I knew what he was doing. He was stripping away my power and binding me to him. I wouldn’t have felt so full in werewolf form, nor would his body feel as big and heavy. As a Wereduin, I was closer to a human in strength, not only appearance, and he dominated me completely. It was addicting and desirable, and I lost myself to the pleasure.
When I came to, he grunted on top of me before he spilled his load. It kept gushing until it pooled from my hole and stained the car seat underneath. He didn’t stop coming.
Two knots swelled with his semen and plugged up my ass, forcing me to take in all of his cum. Then a third one grew closer to the tip.
Three? That’s new!
The knots expanded until there was no way for his cock to leave my body. I tried to adjust to him, but he was so big, and the knots stretched my insides to the point of pain. Immediately, I was afraid and began shivering. It hurt, and yet it felt good, confining and liberating at the same time.
He collected me into his arms and held me tight, continuing to fill me up. By now, long streams of his cum spilled down the base of his cock—not even his knots could contain his heavy load.
“Breathe, breathe with me, Fern.” He whispered gentle words into my ear. “Come on, you can take it. You can take me. Surrender to your alpha. Surrender to me, Fern. I will take care of you and protect you. I won’t let any harm come to you. Now give me your heart as well as your body.”
I couldn’t say anything. Instead, I focused on his cock. The knots expanded fully, but the other places on his shaft that weren’t engorged quivered and sent pleasure spiking up my spine.
I am yours already. Again, that inner voice. Stop all of this trivialness and claim me. Make me know my place at your side.
He dug his claws into my back the moment I spilled over the edge. It was a good thing wereduin skin was tougher than a human’s. Otherwise, he’d have gored my back and got my blood all over his car. Colors danced behind my closed eyelids. The pain added an edge to the orgasm as i
t traversed my body. He thrust his hips into me like a madman until I gasped and moaned like a horny, little pup-maker. Finally, he released the last of his seed, still holding me close.
The tension broke around us, and for a moment, we were naked in front of each other. Not literally—he still wore his clothes—but it was the intimacy of the moment. The way he held me like I was precious. He rocked into me gently, relishing in the afterglow of our sex. His claiming. My submitting. Our lovemaking.
That last thought stopped all others.
Lovemaking?
Was that what had happened?
He was no longer tense or angry. Tired and spent, he panted against my ear, still intent on holding me. Instinctively, I nuzzled into his neck. Slowly, he returned to Wereduin form. His cock was still inside me during his transformation. The rough grooves smoothed out, and the knots lessened before they were replaced by the soft feel of his skin.
Pulling back to study me, he kissed down my forehead. Before closing my eyes, I glanced at his face. It held intimacy, caring, and…love? That was weird, but I was too tired to fight against the flow. At that moment, Don completely dominated my heart.
Chapter Three
Life and Death
Werewolves, in full or mixed forms, passed Don and me as we walked through the bazaar. Red and orange merchant stands lined either side. An old zombie witchdoctor sat behind a table. She ground up something in a mortar with a pestle, and she didn’t spare me a glance. In front of her sat large tubs filled with seeds, herbs, salts, and other voodoo ingredients. I recognized the black salt and a type of Wolfsbane because Shamar had used them. Burlap voodoo dolls and spell and hex bags dangled from the table and out into the street, close enough to touch, but I thought better of it. I doubted the seller wanted my paws all over her wares.
On the next stand, Vampirean china glowed from the eerie orange cast from the crisscrossing street lamps. A tall vampire male stood behind the counter. He wore a black cloak over his head, but his long ears stuck out from the sides. He narrowed his hawk eyes, watching me, perhaps fearing I would nick something—arrogant asshole. Like I wanted that fancy crap anyway.
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