by Cara Wylde
I closed the distance between us. Compared to me, she was diminutive. Small, fragile… She was nothing. I was a mountain of a man, and I could squish her under my thumb if I wanted to.
“So smart you are,” I growled sarcastically. “Take you to the police… You can’t wait to go back out there, to your perverted world, and tell everyone about the beasts. About the bear shifters. The abominations.”
“N-no… I would never do that. I don’t want to harm your… your people…”
“What do you know about my people? Nothing! And you wouldn’t harm us, you liar? You killed one of us!”
“No!”
I was all up in her space, and she took a couple of steps back. “Sit the fuck down and wait, human. Wait for us to decide your fate. You’re here now, into our den, and we’re not letting you go. Brooks would’ve killed you back at the motel if his cub hadn’t saved you. You won’t get so lucky next time.”
As she backed away in defeat, she kept muttering: “You can’t do this… You can’t do this to me…”
I ignored her and went outside to help Colt. I slammed the door closed. Immediately, I felt her running to it and pushing against it. I cursed under my breath, pulled the key out of my pocket, and locked it. She kept pushing and banging, and I made a mental note to secure it before we left her to her own devices. She could tear down the cabin for all I cared, but she could not get out.
For the next couple of minutes, Colt and I boarded all the windows and made sure there was no way she could escape.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he said. But his voice betrayed excitement more than anything. “She’s hot, isn’t she? Big breasts, round ass… And she’s fair game. Please tell me she’s fair game.”
I thought for a second. Why not? She was a bit battered, but those bruises and scars would heal, and then she’d be pretty as fuck. She was pretty now, too. I personally hadn’t had any action in a while. And I was sure Brooks wasn’t going to mind. He only wanted to keep her for his cub, but the little fellow wasn’t going to be a little fellow forever, and he’d already started eating normal food. Soon, the transition would be complete, and he wouldn’t need the human female anymore. Brooks would want to get rid of her then. She wasn’t going to be locked up in his cabin, at our disposal, for more than a month or so.
“Might as well,” I thought out loud.
“Might as well… what?” Colt turned to me hopefully. He was the youngest of us, and he often looked up to me and Brooks.
I gave him a mischievous smirk. “Might as well enjoy ourselves.”
He punched me in the shoulder playfully as he walked past me and into the cabin. “Might as well start right now, then.”
I shook my head and finished up. That was Colt alright. Thinking about his dick first, second, and last. I put the tools away so we’d later take them back to the trailer park, and went in after him. Sure enough, I found him all over the female.
“No, please… Don’t touch me. It hurts.”
“I think you like it, and you’re just too shy to admit it.”
Colt pulled at the blanket, and it slipped down her chest. One round, full, juicy breast was exposed. I licked my lips and adjusted my hard cock. The tent in Colt’s pants was proof of how much he wanted to fuck her.
“Stop…”
“If you want me to stop, then tell me the story of each and every bruise…” He brushed her arm, and she whimpered. He poked the bruises that were most visible. “Do you like it hard? Is that it? Are you a masochist?”
“Oh my God, no!”
“Then talk!” He shouted at her, and I could understand his frustration.
I walked over to them and sat down on her other side. She was now sandwiched between us. I brushed her hair away from her face.
“Answer him, bitch. Tell him how you like it. Hard and fast? We can give it to you, you know… We can pound you so hard…” I bit my lower lip, drawing her attention to me. She stared at me with pure terror in her eyes. When she looked at me like that, I felt conflicted. On the one hand, it got me hard as hell. I just wanted to push her to the floor and put my dick inside her. On the other hand, she was so weak and lost… so helpless. How could I take advantage of someone who was in her state? And those awful marks on her smooth, delicious skin… No, they couldn’t have been from the car accident alone.
“Please…”
“I can make you cum so hard,” Colt whispered in her ear.
I grabbed her jaw and squeezed until her plump, red lips puckered. “Picture this,” I said in a low, husky tone, “Colt’s fucking you from behind, and I’m under you, licking your clit. You’ll cum like a bitch in heat. You’ll see stars.”
“Maybe that’s not kinky enough for her,” Colt addressed me over her head.
I laughed, then I leaned in and traced the shell of her ear with my tongue. “Is he right, Rosalie? Not kinky enough for you? What do you like in bed, slut? Tell me what you like… Nipple clamps? Do you like to be spanked? We could do that… Do you take it up the ass?”
“No!” She gathered all her strength and tried to push us off her. “No, no, no!” She slipped from Colt’s grasp, pulling away from me at the same time. I released her, afraid that she might get even more hurt in the process. She stood up and faced us, hands squeezed into fists at her sides. “Stop it! I don’t like anything, okay? I don’t know what I like! I’ve never been with anyone but my husband, and he never… he never…” She was almost hyperventilating. “He never gave me an orgasm!”
Silence.
She was breathing heavily, unable to calm herself down. I was stunned. Colt too, but he recovered quickly. He lunged himself at her, pushing her on top of the table that was in the middle of the room.
“Time to fix that, then,” he sneered as he started unzipping his pants.
I ran a hand through my short hair, then down my long, shaggy beard, pulling at it to clear my head. The slight pain helped. This was getting out of hand. I jumped to my feet, grabbed Colt, and pulled him off her.
“Not now, man. Not now. Later.”
“What? Come on! What the fuck? She practically confessed she wants an orgasm. And I can give her at least two.” He turned to wink at her, but she recoiled in fear.
“This is not a good time.” I pushed him toward the door. “Plus, Brooks needs us.”
“Aww… man! Such a killjoy!”
Once we were out of the cabin, we secured the door, gathered our tools, and headed toward the trailer park. I couldn’t help but notice that the female didn’t bang on the door or try to open it.
Five
Colt
With the help of a bunch of shifters in our small community, Brooks had carried Krista’s body back to the trailer park and gotten rid of her car. We were all getting ready for the funeral. Lincoln helped Brooks set everything up while the women looked after the cub. I couldn’t find my place, though. I couldn’t sit still, nor focus on anything. Men and women were crying, gossiping, making preparations… Brooks was unnaturally silent, and Lincoln didn’t want to talk about the human female in the cabin. I understood that she was our secret. The others didn’t have to know about her, at least not yet. And they certainly didn’t need to know what we were going to do with her. She was our prisoner now. The only reason she was still alive after what she’d done to Krista was because Milo still needed to be breastfed, and none of the female she-bears in the trailer park was nursing.
I thought it was strange, though… From what I could tell, the human female didn’t have small kids of her own. Then how was she able to nurse Milo? Some things were beyond my understanding. Especially when it came to the strange world of creatures with vaginas.
Seeing how I wasn’t exactly helping, I snuck out of the trailer park and took the road to the cabin. I needed to see her. Earlier, Lincoln had stopped me. I made sure to grab some food for her, as a peace offering. She was scared and vulnerable. But maybe if I fed her and talked to her, she’d open up to me. Life with th
e bear shifters was boring. She was the most exciting thing that had happened to us in a while. Too bad she’d made her entry into our lives by totaling Krista’s car and stealing Milo. As I felt myself become more and more obsessed with her, I made a mental note to always remember that Brooks and Milo were suffering because of her. That she was the reason Brooks had lost his lover and Milo had lost his mother. I could never forget that.
As I approached the cabin, I heard the distinctive sound of something hard and blunt hitting the wall rhythmically.
“Fucking bitch,” I muttered as I unlocked the door and stepped inside. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
She screamed and dropped the knife. I threw the food tray on the table and rushed to her. She made herself small in a corner. I picked the knife off the floor and inspected it. The blade wasn’t sharp in the least. I would’ve laughed, but I was too angry. I touched the dent she’d managed to make in the wall.
“Trying to escape, huh?”
“I’m sorry…”
The knife was so blunt and useless that she hadn’t managed to do much damage. Even if I hadn’t come to check on her and she carved into the wall for hours, she wouldn’t have made a hole in it. I threw the knife to the other side of the room, and turned to her, seething.
“And here I am, like an idiot. I brought you food, I came to check up on you, make sure you’re fine. And this is how you repay me?” Well, I was exaggerating a bit. But it sounded cool, didn’t it? I was the good guy in this story. “Do you think I’m an idiot, Rosalie? Do you think I’m a fool?
She shook her head.
“Answer me, bitch!” I raised my hand at her but didn’t strike. I couldn’t. Not when she recoiled in fear, started crying, and covered her head with her arms. “Answer me!”
“I don’t… I didn’t… Please don’t hit me. Please don’t hit me.”
My hand fell at my side. My shoulders sagged. For a minute, I stood there, stunned, watching her cry, watching her shake like she genuinely feared for her life. Brooks, Lincoln and I had brought her here to break her, to punish her for what she’d done to Krista and the cub. It seemed to me, though, that Rosalie Olsen was already broken.
I bit the inside of my cheek. I still wanted her, but not quite like this. I took a couple of steps back to give her space. She sensed me, and little by little, she calmed down. I remembered the food I’d left on the table – leftovers from my dinner last night. The fish steak was cold, and the baked potatoes had hardened. I’d also brought her a bottle of water, and when I approached her again with my gift of nourishment, she looked up at me and grabbed the water first. I placed the tray at her feet, then I sat down on the floor myself.
“Eat. You’ll feel better.”
“Thank you.”
I watched her dig in with her hands because I hadn’t brought any cutlery. There should have been forks and spoons where that blunt knife had come from, but she didn’t seem to care, so I didn’t care either. She was sexy like that… Eating with her hands. I waited for a few minutes, and when she didn’t say anything, I naturally started to get bored. I sighed. She ignored me. I reached out and tucked a strand of black hair behind her tiny ear. She flinched but didn’t pull away. I sensed that she didn’t want to enrage me again. Taking advantage of that, I ran the back of my hand over her cheek, then down her jaw and throat. She’d found an old shirt in the wardrobe and she’d put it on. It was so large that when I touched her shoulder, the rough fabric slipped down to her elbow. I studied the bruises peppering her soft skin with furrowed brows.
“I’m going to ask you some questions now,” I said in a calm, polite tone, “and you’re going to answer truthfully. If this is going to work between us, then we need to establish some trust.”
She looked at me with those deep blue eyes of hers, and eventually nodded.
I pointed at her bruised eye. “Is this why you stole a car and ran away?” She nodded. “Please use your words, Rosalie.”
“Yes. I… I didn’t have a choice.”
“Abusive boyfriend?”
“Husband.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “You’re married.”
She sighed deeply. I could tell she didn’t want to have this conversation. She’d finished eating, and she set the empty plate aside.
“I am. I’d ask for a divorce, but I know he wouldn’t give it to me.”
“What’s his name?”
“Jack.”
“Jack…” I chuckled. “Well, that’s not much of a name, is it? Rosalie… now, that sounds beautiful.”
She blushed and looked away.
“And this Jack guy… your husband… he never gave you pleasure? How long have you been married to him?”
She shook her head. “Too many years. I don’t want to think about it. My youth… wasted. My sanity… wasted. My body…” She extended her arms in front of her, pulled the large sleeves up, and looked at the bruises and cuts. “I was stupid.”
I smiled. “Do you know what I think? I think he was the stupid one.”
“I don’t see it that way but thank you.”
“I can help with the wounds. Make them heal faster.”
“What? How?”
I leaned over and whispered in her ear: “I’m a bear shifter. I’m stronger than the average human. I’m fast, and if I ever get hurt, I heal in minutes. My system is built that way. I can help, and all you have to do is… allow me to lick you.”
“Excuse me?”
“It’s my saliva, you see…”
I took her hand and lifted it to my lips. There was a long cut along her wrist, probably from the accident. I held her gaze as I stuck out my tongue and licked a wet trail right over the wound. Her pupils dilated, and her heart started beating faster. My sense of hearing was better than a human’s, too, so this small detail didn’t escape me. My nostrils flared when her scent changed slightly. She was aroused. Well, well, well… The fragile victim wasn’t that innocent, after all. The way her body reacted told me that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. Who would’ve thought? Time to ask her that delicious questions again… Time to make her talk about how she hadn’t had an orgasm in her life… again.
“So Jack… he never made you cum.”
She blinked in confusion. She probably thought I’d let it go, but that just wasn’t me. She’d learn soon enough. Sex was one of my top favorite topics.
“N-no…”
“Never ever?”
“Never… ever…” She looked at her finger. The scratch was closing before her eyes, leaving a pale scar on her skin. In a couple of hours, there was a good chance the scar would disappear, too. “Incredible.”
I grinned. “Will you let me heal you?”
“Heal me?” She could tell there was a lot more to that word when it came from me.
“Yes. Lick you all over. The bruises will fade faster, too.”
“I don’t know…”
“I believe you do.” I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to my chest. She gasped. “My sense of smell is better than an average human’s, too. And right now, I can smell your arousal, Rosalie. I can tell you’re wet between your legs. And I want to taste you. Has you husband ever eaten your pussy?”
She swallowed hard, and I knew what she was going to say before she said it. “N-no.”
“Will you let me? I want to show you what you’ve been missing out on. I’ll start with this, though.” I brushed the tips of my fingers over the bruise underneath her eye. “And work my way down, down, down.”
“I… I don’t know…”
“Oh, I think you do. You just have to say ‘yes’. Is it that hard? You want it. You want to feel pleasure for the first time in your life. Don’t resist it.”
“Y-yes, then… Yes.”
That was all I needed. Her consent. Well, not really. I could’ve done whatever the fuck I wanted even without it, but it was better this way. Sweeter. I wanted the women I fucked to want me to fuck them. I started peeling of
f her shirt. Since she’d been naked when we found her at the motel, she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties underneath. She was bare before me in seconds. I guided her to the floor, and she let me climb on top of her. I was so hard that I could barely see straight. All I wanted was to pull out my cock and penetrate her. She kept her legs closed for now, but I was going to fix that soon. A promise was a promise, so I first kissed her temple, then moved to her eye. I licked her gently where it was bruised and slightly swollen, then moved down to her lips. I could tell that her lower lip had been split some time ago, and even though it was healing nicely, I still wanted to use this opportunity to kiss her. She trembled as I pressed my lips to hers. It was a chaste kiss at first, but then her lips parted, and that was the only invitation I needed. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, and she responded shyly at first, then more and more eagerly. I wanted to bite her and pull at her tongue, but I held back. I didn’t want to scare her. She was doing so good.
When I had enough of her mouth, I started trailing kisses down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. Everywhere I encountered a bruise or a cut, I licked it softly, letting my saliva do its magic. When I reached her breasts, she mewled. They were round and heavy, filled with milk. I cupped them with my hands and squeezed them lightly.
“Oh Colt…”
My name on her lips… It sounded sinful. My dick throbbed in my pants, begging for me to release it. I needed to shoot my seed inside the female, but I wanted to do this right. I wanted her to beg for it. So, for now, I was going to focus on her pleasure alone. I took one nipple between my teeth and pulled. She arched her back. She was so sensitive, so responsive. It was almost too easy. I played with her nipples for a minute, then moved down her flat stomach. In this area, I had more work to do. Her ribs looked like a battlefield. Between her bastard of a husband and the accident, it was a miracle that she hadn’t broken any. I kissed and licked until I reached her pelvis. She shuddered but didn’t push me away. I placed my hands under her thighs and gently spread her legs. She had dark hair down there, soft and curly. A natural woman. Well, I didn’t mind that in the least.