She didn’t answer.
“Naughty girls need to be punished,” he said, spanking her lightly.
He alternated between spanking her and gently rubbing her bottom.
Each time his hand landed on her right cheek, Serena gasped, delighted by the contrasting sensations of pleasure and pain. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back slightly, submitting to her mate. She could hear his hand move through the air as he swung, heard the slap against her skin seconds before feeling a stinging pain on her cheek.
Her womb contracted suddenly, causing her to clench her cheeks.
He paused long enough to unzip and withdraw his erect cock. He rubbed it gently along her reddened cheek, leaving a trail of sticky wetness.
His sharp claws dug into her hips and she yelped. She pulled away from him and examined the bloody scratches on her skin.
He stared at his claws then clenched his fists. Sharp claws dug into his skin.
“Serena, I’m sor—”
“Not until you can control yourself,” she said before walking away.
He’d followed far behind as she returned to their cabin, his head hung low.
Time seemed to drag on.
He paced the cabin.
His cock was still painfully engorged. Nothing seemed to help. He’d had several cold showers and his fingers were wrinkled.
His cock was still hard.
Throbbing.
Aching.
His wolf simmered just below the surface, adding to his misery.
Serena set down her book and went to the dresser. She tumbled through it and found two silk scarves. She took his hand and led him to the bed.
“Get on the bed.”
He lay on the bed.
“Hands above your head. Hold on to the headboard.”
He held on to the headboard. She climbed on the bed. Using one scarf, she tied one of his wrists to the headboard. She straddled him.
“Lower, Serena,” he pleaded.
“Not yet, Loverboy,” she said.
She tied his other wrist to the headboard then scooted lower.
He jerked his hips, hoping to rub his trapped cock against her.
“If you can control yourself, you will be rewarded,” she promised.
“Rewarded?” he panted.
“Mmmm. Rewarded,” she said, rocking her body over him.
“Baby—”
His eyes squeezed tight and he focused on controlling his wolf.
Did you hear that? If you behave, she’ll give us what we want.
He tried to reason with his wolf, but his wolf didn’t care. All his wolf understood was its mate was ready and nearby. He would claim her and there was nothing Robert could do to stop him.
He could feel a wolfish growl building in his chest.
Serena stopped moving.
She unbuttoned her shirt slowly.
He panted softly as she tossed her shirt aside.
“You okay?” she asked.
He nodded.
She continued rocking over him, sliding along the front of his jeans.
It seemed that an eternity passed before she stopped again.
This time she removed her bra.
“Let me suck your nipples,” he begged.
“Uh-uh. You have to earn it,” she said.
She sat on his belly and played with her breasts.
His wolf eyes flashed.
He blinked rapidly, forcing his wolf back.
She leaned over and kissed him. Then she got off the bed.
She took off her jeans then returned to her position on top of him.
Her scent enveloped him and his claws protruded. He took deep breaths and concentrated on pulling his claws in.
She moved off him.
“Baby—please.”
She unzipped his pants, freeing his cock.
“Thank you, Baby,” he sighed.
He relaxed against the bed.
Her hot mouth enveloped his head. He jerked his hips, forcing her to take more of his cock. She pulled back but didn’t stop sucking. Her tongue swirled up and down his slit, teasing out his seed. A bead of sweat formed on his forehead.
Take her now! his wolf demanded.
Remembering how he’d slashed her hips the last time, he forced his wolf down.
Cold air hit his cock and he gasped.
Had he failed?
She wiggled out of her panties and arranged herself over him. He licked his lips, admiring her bare bottom and glistening pink flesh.
“Closer, Baby. I want to taste you.”
“Your wolf has sharp fangs,” she replied before returning to his cock.
She took more of him into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down.
He strained against his bonds, desperately trying to reach her. Her sweet center, mere inches away.
He wanted a taste.
And he would have it.
With a grunt, he pulled hard, breaking the wooden slats that held him hostage. Tossing the broken wood aside, he gripped her hips and pulled her toward him. She gasped as his tongue sank into her hot center. He lapped hungrily, a starving man finally given a meal.
She moaned when she felt his tongue between her legs. His tongue flicked back and forth, seeking her sensitive clit. Her breaths came in short pants as he flicked his tongue against her clit.
“Oh, yes!” she cried out when his tongue plunged into her channel. At the mercy of his mouth and fingers, Serena soon began to rock against him.
Her body was tense, tightly coiled as her desire built. Her breasts were full and heavy, erect nipples painfully tight, needing a release only his rough fingers could provide.
Her channel felt empty and she ached for Robert’s cock. She desperately wanted his mouth on her nipples.
He pushed her out of his way, quickly moving so he was behind her. Holding her hips, he thrust, sheathing himself fully.
Serena cried out as he filled her.
Robert couldn’t keep his body still. Her silky sheath, wrapped tight around him was too much for him to resist. He moved rapidly, pumping his hips, enjoying the way her body caressed him.
Grunting, she rocked against him, meeting each wild thrust.
Her fingers dug into the quilt.
Her thighs began to tremble.
He pumped his hips, faster and faster, until she cried out his name.
Wrapping his hand in her hair, he tugged hard, forcing her upward.
“Mine,” he growled then bit her shoulder.
His teeth sank in deep, breaking her skin as his cock filled her with his seed.
She shivered against him.
“I failed again,” he said, releasing her.
“Failed?” she asked as she turned around.
“I bit you. I—I couldn’t control my wolf.”
She held his face.
“Robert, you mastered your wolf. You kept him from rising.”
He shook his head.
“But I didn’t. He bit you. He—I hurt you. Again.”
“You didn’t hurt me. You controlled your wolf and allowed him the satisfaction of marking me.”
She placed his hands on her bottom.
“It’s perfectly natural, Robert. Your wolf claimed me. Now we are mates.”
***
George Tarchannen turned on the T.V. then took his place beside another Elder.
Tory Whitfield, a local TV news reporter stood in the forest, squinting against the bright light from her news crew. The light shifted and she looked directly into the camera.
“We are reporting to you live from the Last Hope Forest Sanctuary. This land was purchased over fifty years ago by the nearby town of Last Hope in an effort to preserve the forest and native animals. Earlier today, the peace of this sanctuary was disturbed by a brutal attack.”
Tory glanced down at her notebook.
“Forty year old Abraham Walker was attacked and killed while hiking with his thirteen year old son, Joshua.”
Luci
en growled.
Bright yellow Crime Scene tape wrapped around a small section of Pine trees behind her.
The journalist turned to the man standing next to her.
“This is Mark Johnson, the coroner who was called to the grisly scene earlier this afternoon.”
He nodded grimly.
“Can you tell me what attacked and killed this man?”
“Judging from the bite marks on his neck, he was savagely attacked by a wolf,” said the coroner.
“A single wolf? I thought wolves attacked in packs.”
“True, they are known to attack in packs. This was a lone wolf attack. This wolf may be damaged. Sick in some way. We won’t know until we capture it,” he said.
“Capture?”
“Yes. We need to capture it and run some tests. To make sure this wolf isn’t rabid.”
A wolf howled in the distance.
Tory glanced around, wide eyed.
“As far as I know, U.S. Fish and Wildlife are on their way. They should be here by morning.”
“Fuck,” Lucien swore.
George shut off the T.V. and set the remote on the coffee table.
“That abomination needs to be dealt with, Lucien,” George said.
The muscle in Lucien’s jaw twitched.
“I’m well aware of your prejudice against anything that isn’t a full blood wolf, George,” Lucien replied.
His eyes flicked towards a photo of his daughter, Carina.
“Robert fucked up. He wasn’t in control of his wolf,” Lucien said as he stood. “If you were suddenly changed into a different breed, would you be able to control yourself?”
George snorted.
“Tarchannen are always in complete control,” George replied.
“You think too highly of your blood line,” Lucien said.
“This human has been forced into becoming one of us. He deserves a chance to prove himself.”
“What are you going to do with Doctor Jessup?” another elder asked.
“We need to find those men he experimented on. If he was able to turn them into wolves—”
“—They are dangerous criminals, Lucien,” George interrupted.
Lucien raised a brow.
“If you think you can do a better job as Alpha—”
George swallowed then lowered his eyes.
“I do not envy your position, Lucien. To order a Human’s death is not something any of us think you take lightly.”
“How will you take care of this problem without calling human attention to our kind?” another Elder asked.
“First we need to find them,” Lucien said.
***
The next day, Robert felt calmer. While his wolf was nearby, it didn’t feel as if he were just below the surface, waiting for an opportunity to take over.
Serena walked around their cabin in the nude.
Teasing him?
Testing his self control?
He sighed.
I admit it. I’m weak. When it comes to Serena, I have absolutely no self control.
“Baby?”
She set down the box on the small kitchen table.
“How do I control this?” he asked, glancing down at his straining erection.
Serena laughed and took his hand.
“The old-fashioned way,” she said, leading him to their bed.
“Serena, do all mated wolves feel this way?”
“What way?”
“As if I’ve found a missing piece of myself. I feel whole.”
“I’m not sure about other couples, but I feel a sense of contentment. Peaceful. As if, for the first time in my life, everything is perfect.”
He got up and paced the room.
“But that’s just it, Baby. Thing’s aren’t perfect. The things I’ve done—”
“You were a different man then.”
“Yes, I was.”
He knelt on the bed and took her hands.
“I want to make things right, Baby. I’m not sure how I can fix things, but I’m going to ask Lucien—”
The satellite phone rang, cutting him off.
He answered the phone.
“Robert, do you know of any other projects Dr. Jessup was working on?”
“Projects?”
Why is he interested in Dr. Jessup’s side project? Could they be wolf related?
“I did help him transport some convicts about four months ago. But they weren’t wolves. He would have told me if they were,” Robert replied.
“Convicts?” Lucien asked.
“Yes. I had to secure them when we picked them up at the prison and make sure they arrived at the hospital safely. These guys were on death row. Nasty bunch.”
“You took them to a hospital?”
“Yes. A small one in the middle of nowhere. Actually it was outside a small town, but it may as well have been nowhere.”
“Do you think you can tell us exactly where it is?”
“Why the interest in these convicts, Lucien?”
“Dr. Jessup was experimenting on them. I want to see what he’s done to them and if they can be helped. If they are convicts, it complicates matters. We won’t be able to set them free.”
“I’ll take you there myself,” he replied.
“It could be dangerous. Shouldn’t you be spending time with Serena? Getting to know your mate?” Lucien asked.
“I already know everything I need to know about my mate,” he replied.
Chapter Ten
Early in the afternoon, two days before Christmas, Zane drove a black SUV through a small town and down a long dirt road. Kane sat in the front seat and Robert sat in the back next to Dr. Mallory.
She flipped through Dr. Jessup’s journal, hoping to learn what he had done to the convicts he had experimented on.
Today I injected five test subjects with formula 6-Alpha-3. Within twelve hours, three of them had grand Mal seizures and died. The other two are comatose.
She flipped a few pages.
Formula 7-Alpha-9 is ready. Today I will inject three of the remaining test subjects.
Formula 7-Alpha-9 is also a failure. The three test subjects retain their human shapes but are hirsute. They resemble our caveman ancestors more than they do wolves. Aside from the physical change, they seem unable to communicate.
Will have to schedule CT scans to check for anomalies in their brains.
Two test subjects left. Must inquire about getting more volunteers.
She frowned.
“I don’t know what we’re going to find in that hospital,” she said.
“Something’s wrong,” Zane announced.
He parked their SUV, leaving it idling in case they needed to flee.
“Why are patients wandering around aimlessly?”she asked.
Straining her neck, she glanced around.
“I don’t see any orderlies or nurses. Do you?”
“No. Doc, stay here until we make sure it’s safe,” Kane said, opening the door.
A high pitched scream filled the air.
***
Kane scanned the area as he ran toward the source of the scream.
The front door of the hospital was ajar.
Kicking it open with his foot, he crept into the hospital.
The fresh stench of urine and feces assaulted their noses, as well as the unmistakable scent of death.
He sniffed the air then balled his fists seconds before a large body slammed into him, knocking him to the floor.
His assailant growled, snapping as he tried to bite his neck.
He rolled with him, wrestling until he was on top.
Pinned down, the rabid man grunted inhumanly as he struggled to free himself.
“Calm the fuck down,” he growled.
The man sniffed him and growled louder.
The scent of stale blood emanated from the man. Dried streaks of blood covered his chin.
A cold chill ran down his spine.
What the fuck did he do?
***
“Oh my goodness!” Dr. Mallory exclaimed.
Papers littered the floor.
A pool of blood seeped out from under a door. A wild man grunted and bellowed like an animal as he resisted Kane.
“I—I can tranquilize him. Hang on a minute,” she said.
Pushing away her questions, she focused on her newest patient. Searching through her bag, she withdrew a hypodermic needle and a small vial. With an expert glance at her patient, she calculated how much tranquilizer she would need. She filled the needle then returned the vial to her medical bag.
“Hold him still,” she ordered.
After wiping his arm with an alcohol soaked pad, she injected him with the tranquilizer.
Within thirty seconds, he began to falter. Within a minute, he was sound asleep.
She sniffed the air.
“What the fuck happened here?” Robert asked.
Stepping around her, he glanced at the sleeping man.
“Fuck. I think he’s one of the convicts I brought here. Although, I don’t remember him being so fucking hairy. Goddamn Bigfoot.”
“We need to find the ten test subjects. Robert, can you help me round up the patients outside?”
“Sure, Doc.”
“Kane and I will search the rest of the hospital,” Zane said. “Kane, you take upstairs. I’m going to check this floor.”
Kane nodded and cautiously went up the stairs.
Robert followed her outside.
With Robert’s help, she rounded up the wandering patients and returned to the hospital.
“Doc, you can bring them in here,” Zane called out to her.
They ushered four patients into a small conference room.
“Can you two keep an eye on them while I search for records?” she asked.
“Sure, Doc. Third door on the left is an office. No bodies in there,” Kane replied.
She rushed up the stairwell, taking two steps at a time.
She opened the third door on the left.
At one point it had been an office, outfitted with the usual wooden desk and gray metal file cabinet.
The desk was clear. The walls were bare.
The small garbage can was tipped over.
One of the desk drawers was partially open.
She pulled it out.
Empty.
She checked the other drawers.
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