by Jamie Lake
“Now, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way,” Andrew said, taking charge and stepping forward. It was obvious by the way the other two fell behind him that he was going to get the first piece. His face was hauntingly beautiful, illuminated in the moonlight. The light gave him a lighter complexion that he had in the shadows, and it made his deep brown eyes sparkle. In spite of the circumstances, there was a hint of playfulness in his tone that made me ache.
They moved in closer. My hands shook: partly from fear, the other from a feeling I couldn’t pinpoint. Was it anticipation? Was I being turned on by these strong men, whose animalistic pheromones were so strong, their desires so ravenous, I could smell them? Alex reached out to me. His fingertips traced down my neckline over my well-built chest, and his elongated fingernail flicked my pink nipples. The touch caused them to harden involuntarily, and he let out a chuckle. He enjoyed the effect he was having. He had an interesting set of features. Attractive, for sure, but not in the same elegant way that Andrew looked. He had a rough face that looked like it had taken some beatings, sharp eyes, and thick eyebrows. He still had that pointed nose, though.
My neck arched back and I panted. It was a mix of relief and an electric sexual shock running through my body. Everything was happening so fast that I couldn’t tell what was happening, even in my own head. My body was responding to things my heart didn’t want it to, but I was helpless. I trembled under their hands.
I pulled away, but Andrew shoved me against the wall by the throat. Buck! I wanted to scream out for his help, but Andrew was cutting my air off.
Andrew’s eyebrows curved up with delight and his dark, intense, mysterious eyes peered into my soul. A wicked smile curved along his chiseled face. He had short cropped hair, with light streaks of gray running through it. He kept a closely-shaved beard that really accentuated his jaw line. He was a striking man. I’d never been with a black man before. I’d heard the rumors about them and how great they were in bed: the rhythm of their motion, and how they took control and treated you as their own. I’d heard the other rumors, too, about the size of their memberment, and his build certainly confirmed them.
A growl thundered up from the depths of his chest as he rubbed his stubble against my face. He ran his nose down along my skin and knelt down beside me, taking in one long inhale from my neck down my sides, all the way to my crotch.
“Mmmm,” he grumbled. His long, thick tongue snaked over his lips. He brought himself back up and towered over me. I shook in fear. Anything he wanted would be his: there was nothing I was going to be able to do to stop him. I could only beg him to fuck me with mercy.
“I want to come inside you,” he crooned with such a malicious snarl that I doubted begging would do me much good.
Where the fuck is Buck? I wondered. I glanced out the window: there was no longer anyone out there fighting. I could see bodies on the ground. My heart stopped and a cold shiver ran up my body as I wondered if one of them could be his. Guilt washed over me like a flood, but something else bubbled up too. Not fear, as I might have expected, but anger, a power within me. I had never felt anything like this before. This man, werewolf or not, who had been there by my side, protecting me in secret like my shadow all these years, had laid his life down for me. I’d be damned if I was going to let these men get to me.
“Gentlemen, let’s have it,” the redhead said, each of them salivating as they approached me. I prepared to scream, hoping I could at least hurt their ears, when there was a loud commotion behind them. They forgot about fucking me, and all three turned around, growling at someone who stood behind them. Between parted naked bodies, I could barely make out a man. He was a strong, tall man: I immediately recognized my Buck.
“Back away,” he said. Their eyes followed the bloody machete he gripped in his hand.
“He’s ours,” they said. But even I could see a hint of fear in their eyes and the way they took a step or two backwards.
“I’m only going to say this once again. Back. Away,” Buck said. They circled backwards, falling reluctantly into the dark corners of the room. The grip he had on the bloody machete in his hand lessened. He dropped it on the floor and it rang, a clang that echoed across the dismantled room.
My eyes started to water. I’d never seen a more beautiful sight in all my life. He was alive: my Buck was alive, and he’d come back to me.
CHAPTER 6
I ran to him and embraced him tightly. He felt as strong as a wall, as a rumble bubbled up from his chest. Then he backed me up, his intense eyes searching mine.
“Did they touch you?” he asked.
“N-n-no,” I stuttered. “Not really.”
“Good. You’re mine now,” he said, shoving me against the wall by the neck. It was a force I wasn’t prepared for, and I scrambled to catch my breath from the impact. He had a rage in his eyes, something I hadn’t noticed before: an aggressiveness that seemed to seep from his pores. Maybe it was from pent-up adrenaline from the battle he waged outside; maybe it was just from the relief he had that I was all right. Whatever it was, he practically devoured my lips as he clutched my face and pulled me in for a passionate kiss.
“You taste delicious,” he said.
“Shouldn’t we get out of here before they come back?” I started to ask.
“Shut up,” he commanded.
“But...” I tried to protest.
“Shut the fuck up.” And with that, his claws dug into my flanks, holding me still. He looked at me in all my glory.
“Goddamn,” he said, licking his chops. In the light, his eyes seemed greyer than before. There was something different about him, something I couldn’t place. But before I could look any further, he’d turned me around and slammed me against the wall so that my bare ass cheeks faced him.
Buck wasn’t acting like himself. He was handling me too roughly: not like a master with his willing slave, but roughly, more harshly than he had before. I liked it when he got me so worked up that I was begging for it. Not like this, where he was just taking it. I’d had the fright of my life and he was just trying to fuck me.
Buck didn’t pause for a second, though, to check on me. With my ass facing him, he shoved me down to my knees. Maybe he was trying to prove to them that I was his and his alone, I thought hopefully. But even when I was holding myself up on all fours, he wouldn’t release the pressure until my face was pressed firmly to the hardwood and my back arched up, my ass dangling in the air. The roughness was starting to turn me on. I liked the way he was possessing me.
“That’s right, that’s a good boy. Get down there,” Buck barked at me. I thought he was going to eat me out. I would have even enjoyed that. However, he didn’t. Instead, he looked around and found a glass beer bottle. It was probably the only thing that hadn’t been pulverized in the wolves’ search.
Buck held my head down with his right palm. “Open your mouth, boy.” He’d never talked to me like that. Maybe the fighting had driven him over the edge. I obeyed, afraid of what he could do if I didn’t, and thrilled by his commands. “Now you’re going to suck this bottle good, because that’s the only lubrication you’re getting before I shove it in your ass.”
I whimpered from the threat, and that made him laugh. He took the smooth, small end of the bottle and pushed it through my lips. I gave no protest and allowed him to put the bottle in my mouth. He pulled it out again, then shoved it back in.
“Alright, I’m ready.” He took the bottle out and moved behind me. His right hand moved to my ass, and he gave it a sharp slap, then another, until I was moaning from the pain. He laughed harder. “Take it,” he ordered. Then he spread my cheeks with his massive hands and slid the small end of the bottle inside me. I howled in surprise.
“Ow. Buck, that hurts!” I said, but he thrust it in. “Buck, seriously, you’re hurting me. Stop!” He hadn’t gotten me wet or excited.
I screamed again and begged him to stop. What was happening? At first, it had been hot, but now he was taking it
too far. He seemed enraged, possessed, and worst of all, selfish. It was as if he didn’t even care how I felt or what pain I was in. I just wanted him to stop, to get off me.
If I didn’t stop him, he was going to rape me. I looked up and finally noticed that the scar above his eyebrow was gone. His eyes were not the beautiful speckled green like before; no, they were definitely grey and turning red. As he glared at me with demonic, blazing eyes, I realised what my instincts had been telling me: he wasn’t Buck at all.
“Who the hell are you?” I screamed, trying to squirm out of his grasp. I was still lying on the floor, helpless under his might. His cock was long and hard now, dripping pre-cum on me. I could tell he was getting excited for another round. I couldn’t stop him from rolling me onto my back and spreading my legs apart. He brought his cock down to my ass and pulled me up onto his lap.
A wicked, devious smile curved on his lips. “I’m Japheth. The one who should have marked you long ago.”
And with that, his teeth grew into salivating fangs that protruded from his snout. He was quickly transforming into a werewolf right on top of me. His animal eyes focused on my neck and shoulders.
“No!” I said, and with all my strength, jerked free of him. Where was my Buck? What had he done with him? From my position on the floor, all I could do was knee him in the balls and kick at his face. He screeched in pain and doubled over at the waist. He was still between me and the door, though. My elation faded for a moment, but adrenalin surged. I got up on my feet, slipped across the slick hardwood, and almost got my footing. Then he regained his composure and pinned me down.
He was on top of me again, his body weight holding me down so my ass was facing him. He splayed my arms out from my sides so that I had no leverage to move. I could feel his cock hardening again against my cheeks.
“No!” I said, at the top of my lungs.
“I was just going to fuck you, but now I’m going to make you pay. You’re scrawny, you’re small, you’re not even worthy of looking at, let alone being gifted with my cock. I don’t see what the fuck my brother saw in you.”
“I’ll tell you what I saw…” a voice said behind him. I looked around Japheth. It was Buck, my Buck, bloody and cut-up, but standing strong. “I saw love.”
CHAPTER 7
With that, he lunged across the room and kicked Japheth in the face so hard that he busted through the wall. Before he could get up, Buck grabbed him by the collar and punched him in the face. “He said ‘no!’ And no …” he said, punching him again, “means fucking ‘no’!”
Buck reared back. This time, he hit him so hard that blood sprayed out from his nose and mouth. Buck looked at me for a second with sympathy in his eyes. I was against the wall, tucked into a corner and out of their reach. My eyes were wild from fear, moving from Buck, back to Japheth, then back to Buck. I wanted to be anywhere but there.
“Are you okay, baby? Are you all...?” But before he could finish his sentence, Japheth leaped up and shoved him into what was left of the closet. They spun around like a tornado. They looked so similar, so identical, that I could hardly tell them apart.
Japheth had obviously taken more wounds in here than Buck had, but Buck looked like he was in rougher shape from what had happened outside. I could only imagine how many wolves he’d been fighting off this whole time.
Japheth took a wide right swing, smashing right into Buck’s temple. Buck had just recovered from a stomach shot, so he couldn’t get his arm up in enough time to block himself. The blow made him stumble across the floor and crash into the wall across from me.
The room was already in disarray. Alex had destroyed the bed when he tossed it off me. The frame was leaning against the door to the bathroom, blocking the entry there. That’s where I would have hidden if I could have gotten to it, but hiding in there was impossible
Japheth hit him again, this time right under the chin. The blow knocked Buck onto his back, and he fell into the mirrors. Blood spurted onto the floor. Now there was not only soap, but also splintered wood and broken glass strewn everywhere on the floor. Every careless step was dangerous.
I shuddered and cowered into the corner. I wanted to run away, but I couldn’t leave Buck. I would stay to watch this play out, one way or another. Every time he got hit, I flinched as if I was getting hit too.
Japheth circled around Buck slowly, and that was his mistake. The few extra seconds were enough. Buck jumped to his feet and slammed into Japheth’s knees. Japheth landed on his back, Buck straddling him. Buck pummeled his head and chest from one side, then the other. His strikes were lightning fast and brutally strong.
The debris moved out from underneath them. Both of them were covered in light scratches and cuts from all of the wood and glass, but to my shock, they healed as I watched.
I could tell Japheth was losing momentum and starting to go limp. Buck wouldn’t stop hitting him though. The scene horrified me. I hated Japheth, and I had every right to, but I didn’t want to watch my Buck kill him with his bare hands. Once Buck was sure that Japheth was done for, his blows lightened up.
Buck’s eyes were wild with the adrenaline. He had to break free of his fighting trance to even look at me. It took a few seconds for his sight to come into focus and see me there in the corner, scared for my life, trembling like a leaf in a tornado. Instantly, his anger melted into pity.
He slid off Japheth and crawled to me. His big arms wrapped around my shoulders, and he let me finally sob into his bare chest. I squirmed and moved around until I was as close to him as possible and he was holding me tightly.
We could have stayed like that for a long time, but I saw a flash of skin from under Buck’s arm. Suddenly, Buck was aloft over me. Japheth had gotten up, and with a single powerful thrust, hefted him into the air.
“Stay away from him. He’s going to be mine when I’m done with you,” Japheth snarled.
Buck swung his hair out of his face. He struggled to get his footing on the slippery floor. I could see his feet bleeding from tiny glass shards.
Japheth had gone over to the window. At first I thought he was going to try and flee out of it. Instead, he smashed the window with his left fist and grabbed one of the jagged pieces of glass. He swung it at Buck like a sword. Buck flinched and deflected the first strike. Buck tried to pick up a plank from the broken headboard, but Japheth kicked his hand out of the way.
Japheth was faster with the second strike. That blow sliced across Buck’s chest and down to his belly, drawing blood.
Buck slumped forward and cradled his wound with his right arm. I lurched forward out of the corner, no longer worried about my safety and only concerned for Buck. But Buck was looking worse than ever before. He was still bent over, and blood was splashing around his arm. There was no way to tell how deep the cut was.
Japheth saw my naked body out of the corner of his eye and stopped in his tracks. He had a choice now: take me the way he wanted to, or finish off Buck. Japheth’s lust overtook him, and he started towards me. I cowered back against the wall, trying to press myself into it hard enough to break through the other side. I didn’t have half the strength of the wolves, and all I got was a bruised, bleeding shoulder.
As Japheth moved toward me, Buck looked up. Anger, more anger than he’d shown the whole night, washed his features in red fury. He wasn’t going to let Japheth win so easily. Buck lurched forward and tripped Japheth. Japheth stumbled.
He should have fallen to the side of Buck and the bare wood floor, but the shampoo and the glass made it too treacherous. Japheth twisted sideways and landed chest first onto the long piece of broken glass lodged in the window above me. His body hung there and blood sprayed down to where I was crouched. He didn’t fall, as his body was held there by the shard. It had pierced clear through to the other side of him. His fight was gone; he collapsed.
CHAPTER 8
We both stood in shock. Buck kicked him out the window and we heard him land with a thud. He looked outside, just to make
sure he truly was gone, then turned toward me and embraced me. The other wolves took one look at him and fled. Then it was just Buck holding me, letting me know everything was safe. I was home now in his arms.
“Baby, I’m so sorry,” Buck said, kissing me on the forehead and holding me tight. “I didn’t mean for him to hurt you.” Buck was dripping with sweat. Blood was coming from his stomach and other wounds, but it wasn’t gushing like it would on a normal person.
“No, I’m…I’m all right now that you’re here.” I pulled myself close to him so that he couldn’t see me shaking. I didn’t want him to know how truly terrified I was.
“I’m going to take you away from here tonight.”
“Where will we go?” I asked, ready to get far away from this place, no matter where that took us.
“I know somewhere safe, somewhere we can be together forever. We’ll never have to worry about him or any of the other pack members again.” He wrapped his arms around me and absentmindedly kissed the top of my head, already thinking about our next move.
Buck led me through the ruined house, down to his garage. We were careful to sidestep the wreckage as we made our way out of the room and down the stairs. I looked back and saw that the door to the other room was swinging precariously. The whole place was destroyed, and the wolves were nowhere to be seen. It was eerie. I turned back around to catch up with Buck. There was no way that I was going to get left behind here.
“What was all of that about?” I tried to ask, as we kept moving. Buck avoided my question, and just kept us moving through the house. When we got to the first floor, we saw the wolf that had fallen through the roof. Now he was in the form of a man. He was naked and curled over, laying on the floor on his side. It looked like his neck was pressed into an odd angle, and his chest wasn’t moving. Apparently none of the pack had stopped to take him while they were fleeing. I shuddered and averted my eyes from the sight of my first dead body.