Taken

by Gwendolyn Casey

  Before I know it, the sun has gone down and Chuck and Rachel excuse themselves to their tent.

  I look at Brandon and my blood pressure rises. I forgot to ask Rachel how I should handle this. “Brandon, um, I don’t know what you are expecting this weekend, but I’m not sure—.”

  He holds up a hand. “Mackenzie, I like you. A lot,” he tells me, his eyes focused and sincere. It hits me in the chest that he truly has feelings for me.

  “I like you, too,” I respond.

  Suddenly he is leaning in and his mouth covers mine. I let him do it even though I really don’t want to kiss him. It feels wrong now, more than ever before. But I’ll hurt his feelings if I push him away. His lips are gentle and I feel his tongue brush my lips. That is when I hear a growl. It’s so deep and loud that I feel it under my skin.

  Brandon pulls away. “What the hell was that?”

  I look to the woods at the edge of the campsite. I only see darkness beyond, but I’m sure that is where it came from. “Sounds like an animal.”

  Brandon looks in to the forest. “It was probably something small. No large animal would wander so close.”

  I suppose he is right. There is too much noise and activity around the campground for a predator to come close. But it didn’t sound small. The growl came from something big.

  Whatever it was, it gave me the opening I needed. “Brandon, I’m pretty tired. I think I’ll just go to bed … to sleep.”

  He stares at me a moment. “Okay,” he says, I can see the confusion and disappointment in his gaze. “I think I’ll hang here for a while.”

  I nod and head to the tent. I’m a horrible person. Why can’t I just tell him the truth?

  I get ready for bed and, as I close my eyes, I wonder if I’ll ever see Donovan again. It was only the beginning of the festival and I am sure I could find more excuses to go to town. I fall asleep trying to think of what I will say to him if we meet again.

  Chapter Four

  I smell wood burning, like the fire is still going. Is Brandon still awake? Did he forget to put it out?

  I open my eyes, but instead of the tent I fell asleep in, I’m looking up at a rock wall. I turn to the left and see a fire burning a few feet away.

  What the hell?

  I slowly lean up on my elbows to discover that I am in some sort of cave, as in rock walls, dirt floor and probably a creature living in it.

  Something else is strange. I am naked, completely naked. And I am sitting on a stack of blankets and sleeping bags. I quickly grab one and throw it over my torso.

  How did I get here? Why am I naked?

  Chuck did bring some weed that we smoked around the fire. Did I have a bad reaction to it? I’ve heard people going crazy on acid or mushrooms, but not pot. Maybe there was acid in the pot.

  Suddenly there is movement at the mouth of the cave. I clutch the blanket tight to my chest, like it’s body armor rather than thin fabric.

  A large, dark figure comes into the cave and my breathing picks up.

  It’s a wolf. As in wild animal. As in predator. It is also larger than any wolf I’ve ever seen in a zoo or on TV. His fur is dark brown with small patches of gray along his jaw and his underbelly. The eyes are ice blue and big. So big that I can see spikes of yellow in the iris.

  Aren’t wolves pack animals? My brain says through the fear. I look behind it, but there doesn’t seem to be any others. That doesn’t mean there won’t be more soon. That means that I should probably get out of here as soon as possible.

  I’m about to stand up when the animal walks toward me slowly, stopping at the edge of the blankets. The blue-yellow eyes are focused and it lifts its nose to sniff at me.

  He is going to eat me. I just know it.

  Then something happens. It’s so fast that my eyes can’t seem to focus on all the movement. I hear cracking and the wolf is changing. He is getting bigger and changing color. I blink a couple times and then there is a man standing in front of me.

  It’s him. Donovan. He is standing just a few feet away, very tall and … very naked.

  The fire light plays across his skin, dipping into the valleys and curves of his muscles. He has the body of a hunter, toned but with enough bulk to make his shoulders and pecs absolutely drool worthy.

  His chest and abs are sprinkled with dark hair, which I never knew could be attractive until now. My generation prefers the hairless models. But now I see how sexy it can be.

  I can’t seem to stop my eyes from going to the obvious place. In fact, his stomach muscles seem to point me to it. His erection stands straight and large from a patch of the same dark hair that is on his head. The shaft curls slightly toward his stomach and almost reaches his belly button. It’s so long and … thick. It will probably kill me. While his cock is scary, it is also making me tingle between my legs.

  I look up to his eyes and they are slowly moving over my body. If his hard cock didn’t give away his intent, then the look on his face certainly did. Hunger, deep and aching but also resolute. As he continues to stare, I swear I can feel his lust in the air somehow, all around, like I’m lying in a tanning bed of his desire. My body responds in the natural way. My nipples harden and there are tingles at my center. He sniffs the air and smirks at me, like he knows what’s happening to my body.

  I must be dreaming. I did fall asleep imagining the next time we met. My subconscious must be taking creative liberties. If that’s the case, then I should just let the dream take its course. I probably won’t remember any of it tomorrow, just like all the others.

  But what if it’s not a dream? This didn’t feel like a dream. What if he stole me from my tent? But then what was with the wolf?

  Donovan steps on to the bed of blankets and I push myself back, dragging the blanket with me. Since I can’t decide if this is a dream or not, it’s probably best to act like it isn’t.

  I know, deep down, I want what he wants. But I can’t simply lay here and let him have me. That’s crazy. I look around him to the cave entrance, wondering how to get there with him in my way.

  Donovan’s lip curls into a snarl as I stand.

  For a moment, we stand there with only the sound of the fire crackling between us. His face is daring me to try and escape. I try to edge off the blankets to go around him, but he counters every move with one of his own, placing himself between me and the doorway.

  Fuck it, I think as I drop the blanket and run. I dash one way and then another, trying to confuse him, like a running back going for the end zone. I manage to get past him, but he is on me in a flash and I only manage to peek outside the cave where it is still nighttime.

  He picks me up around the waist and lifts me easily over his shoulder. I smack and punch at his back, but I’m slightly distracted by his toned ass only inches away. He carries me back to the blankets and sets me down gently. I struggle and hit at him, but he captures my hands in one of his and pushes them above my head while his other tangles in my hair. My lower half is pinned by his and when I try to wiggle beneath him he only snarls.

  His scent wraps around me. He smells like pine and sawdust, but there is something underneath that I can’t name. Something strong and masculine that is addicting.

  “Donovan,” I say, trying to break the spell or whatever it is that has overtaken us both.

  He looks down at me and I know that there is no escaping what is about to happen. The resolve is there in the set of his jaw and intensity of his gaze.

  My nipples brush his chest as he moves closer and I feel an electric current move through me at the contact. He leans down and drags his nose along my neck, breathing in my scent. I feel his cock, huge and hard against my thigh.

  He licks my neck and nibbles my skin over my clavicle. His hand leaves my hair and trails down to my breast. He plumps the mound and squeezes while his mouth takes my other breast into his mouth, sucking gently and teasing my nipple with his teeth.

  “Ah,” I say as my traitorous body arches into his mouth. His mouth an
d roughened fingers feel amazing against my skin. He switches his mouth to the other breast and bites it gently before soothing it with his tongue. My hips fly upward at the sensation, seeking his attention.

  He releases my hands to move further down my body and capture my legs. He runs his nose under my belly button and growls again, the reverberations going straight to my clit.

  Donovan continues to move down until his shoulders wedge between my thighs. He keeps eye contact as his tongue makes first contact with my center. It feels soft but hard at the same time. I bite my lip to keep from moaning. He licks again, harder. The moan escapes and my head drops back.

  He begins to explore my pussy, dipping his tongue into me and suckling my clit. Ecstasy like I’ve never known before blossoms inside me. The beard is scratching against my folds but it only adds to the sensation. His hands grip my breasts, plumping and tweaking my nipples as his mouth sends fire through my system.

  “Donovan,” I gasp. My hands move from above my head to grip his hair. He moans against my center and I thrust against his mouth. He begins to eat my pussy in earnest, making my body tremble. Something is happening and I’m not sure how to handle it. It feels like an orgasm, but it’s so much more powerful. When the pressure becomes too much, my fingers leave his hair to wrap tightly around his thick wrists that are still at my breasts. I grip them tightly as pure pleasure flows from my core. I cry out as the pleasure crashes over me, making my muscles tense and my toes curl into the blankets.

  I try to gather my scattered brain cells as I come down from my peak, but Donovan doesn’t stop his ministrations. Instead he moves his hands to my waist and starts pulling me down to meet his face as he thrusts his tongue deep. I moan and writhe, but he is rough and controlling, demanding more pleasure from my body. Small screams escape my throat as I’m completely overcome with what he is doing to me. He is not even focusing on my clit, but it is on fire. I’m so desperate that I put my own hand down there to rub the sensitive nub. I swipe once, twice and I’m coming again.

  Donovan’s groans rumbles through my insides making the orgasm last forever. And he continues to lick and suckle. He doesn’t seem to want to stop, like he is making a meal of my pussy and my pleasure is just side effect.

  After my fourth orgasm, my captor finally lifts his head to pin me with his lusty gaze. He moves up my body, bringing my knees with him so they wrap around his waist.

  He looms over me, large and powerful and so utterly gorgeous. I wonder briefly why he chose me. A man like him must have his pick of women. But I’m the one lying beneath him. I’m the one soaking in his hungry gaze and awaiting his next desire.

  He is still for a moment and I hope he is finally going to kiss me. But I think I see a question in his eyes, like he is waiting for me.

  I bite my lip.

  Am I ready for this? I ask myself. This is so fast…

  But my body has been well-loved and I still feel a strange need. I have a craving to be taken, to be conquered. So yes, I am ready.

  With one hand, I cup his face and I move the other between us to grip his cock, leading it to my entrance. “Yes,” I whisper. I hold his eyes with mine as he groans and begins to push the thick head into me.

  Suddenly he thrusts hard, slicing through my insides like a hot blade and bottoming out inside me. He is so deep that my scream reverberates against the walls. I am now filled to the brim with Donovan, a perfect stranger and probably a madman.

  I look up into his face and the hunger hasn’t diminished. It simmers in his blue and yellow eyes, unwavering and wanting so much more. I bite my lip as he pulls out only to push in again. His thrusts are slow but powerful and deep. My hands are now on his shoulders and my fingernails dig deep. There is still burning, but it is not as intense and I can feel little flickers of pleasure as he moves in and out. My whimpers mix with his grunts as he conquers my body, each violent jolt making me quiver.

  Every time I look up, Donovan’s eyes are on me, like he wants to witness every shudder and gasp. He is so thick and spreads me so wide that I can feel every inch of his hardness being dragged against my clit. Now that the hurt of my lost virginity has lessened, the sensation adds to my growing ecstasy.

  I lift my head to watch his large, bare cock disappear into my wet cunt and the sight has me gasping anew. I’m not on birth control. We are taking a risk. I wonder if I should tell him. But I don’t want to tell him. I want the risk. Holy shit, I’m as crazy as he is.

  “Oh, Donovan.” I lick my lip as the bliss completely overrides the pain. I lift my legs a little higher on his waist, wanting him as deep as possible. He leans on one arm while the other pins my hips to the floor, keeping me where he wants me. My hands move to his biceps as he begins to fuck me faster. His thrusts just as hard as before, but now the quick friction is making my pussy heat up, like it’s ready to explode. The blankets beneath provide little cushion as he pounds into me, but I love every moment of it. I clench around him, ready to come again.

  The hand on my hip moves to my clit and he rubs it hard while his cock continues to collide with my pussy. “Oh, God,” I scream as my orgasm bursts through my veins. I close my eyes as it flows inside and out, overwhelming me with its intensity.

  I’m still flying high when Donovan plunges to the hilt and holds himself as deep as he can go. I hear and feel a growl come from his throat before I feel the warmth of his come inside me. I moan as the sensation only sends me higher into cosmic bliss. This rough, strong, dominant man has just come against my unprotected womb. My inner muscles clench harder around him at the thought.

  I feel Donovan grip my hair gently and pull my head to the side, exposing my neck. I sigh as his lips caress me, but then something sharp pierces my flesh as Donovan’s weight comes down on top of me.

  My eyes fly open and the sting shoves my pleasure right out the door. I push at him but it’s no use. He is too strong and he has me pinned beneath him. I let out a scream, but it dies in my throat as I start to feel weak. My vision blurs as a strange euphoria comes over me. I see a wolf, running toward me. It is not Donovan’s wolf. This one is smaller with red and blonde fur. But the image fades as darkness descends.

  Chapter Five

  When I wake up I am cold, so cold my bones ache.

  I’m not sure why I am so cold since I am covered in blankets and there are arms wrapped around me from behind. But whose arms are wrapped around me? Brandon or Donovan? I find myself wondering which one is worse. If it’s Brandon, then the most thrilling sexual experience of my life had all been a dream. If it’s Donovan, then I just lost my virginity to a madman.

  I wiggle to try to turn around, but my pussy instantly protests. So, it wasn’t a dream.

  I shiver again and try to remember last night. It is a bit hazy. I know I passed out after the first time. Memories are coming back now as I try to focus. I remember opening my eyes to see Donovan looking down at me. I cupped his cheek, but then he had flipped me over so he could take me from behind. It had been rough and intense the way he used my body, pulling me onto his dick like a fuck toy, but I loved every second of it. The way he gripped my hair to keep me in place while he pounded into me was the ultimate turn on. And it didn’t stop after that. I lost count of all the times he climaxed and I didn’t even bother trying to track my own.

  I don’t know how I kept up. Could he have drugged me with an aphrodisiac? He must have been on a mission to break me in all in one night.

  I’m not sure my insides will ever recover from his invasion. I do remember at one point pushing him away and saying, “Please. No more.” He looked into my eyes for a few moments and then nuzzled into the side of my face, like he was trying to comfort me. He laid down beside me and took me into his arms. I must have fallen asleep again after that.

  Donovan is wrapped around me, still naked. He feels so warm, but my skin can’t seem to absorb it. I try to open my eyes, but my lids are so heavy.

  “Donovan,” I whisper, my teeth chattering. Why am I so c
old?

  I feel his arm move and then his hand on my forehead. “Shit,” I hear him say.

  “So, you can talk.” I try to joke, but it comes out stuttered. My head hurts so much.

  Next thing I know I’m being lifted. Donovan is taking me somewhere. I hope it’s someplace warm.

  ****

  I hear people talking. I try to open my eyes but they refuse, still heavy. Now I feel hot, too hot, like I’m being weighed down by too many blankets.

  “How did this happen?” a man says.

  “She is my mate,” another responds. His voice is deeper and familiar. Donovan.

  There are a few moments of silence and I think I feel cool fingers on my skin. “The fever will probably last a day or so while her body transitions. If it gets worse, you’ll have to bring her to me.”

  There is more silence and then the other man speaks again. “You know I have to report this to the other elders.”

  I hear Donovan’s voice once more before I fall asleep again. “I know.”

  Chapter Six

  The next time I wake up, I still feel tired and achy but it’s not as bad. At least I don’t feel hot or cold anymore. I rub my eyes before opening them. The sun is streaming in through two large windows, lighting up a spacious bedroom. I’m lying in a big king size bed covered in a lovely quilt.

  My eyes move to my right and there is Donovan, sitting in a comfy chair and looking back at me. He is dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans. His hair is a little messed, but he looks good, so good that I have a hard time believing he is real.

  “Hi,” I say softly, blushing a little.

  “How do you feel?” he asks, his voice deep and gruff. It’s strange hearing him speak. This is the first time I’ve heard a full sentence.

  “I feel weak, but okay,” I respond, my throat a little scratchy.

  He nods and looks toward the dresser. “I made some broth if you’d like to try.”