Wolfsbane [Dark Hollow 5]

by Shannon West

  Then, with a sudden plop, it was in and Evan screamed again. “I can’t! I’m tearing!”

  “No, you’re not. Be still and push out.” He licked the back of Evan’s neck and bit down hard, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh. Instantly Evan relaxed, and Brett knew he was experiencing the rush of pleasure the bite brought to mates. Evan moaned in ecstasy and pushed out and back onto his cock, his ass now seated against Brett’s groin. Brett held the bite for a long time, and then pulled away, leaving a mark that would be a permanent scar on the back of Evan’s neck. He licked at it to sweep away the blood and help the pain, then held tightly to his mate for the orgasms that would by now be slowly building in his body.

  The bulbusglandis brought on extremely intense multiple orgasms, bathing the prostate in chemicals and creating a steady pressure against it. Most mates didn’t stay conscious for all of the orgasms, and once Evan’s started, they were so extreme, Brett thought he would soon pass out.

  He screamed and clawed at the bed, trying to alternately get away from Brett and then to reach back to him for comfort. Brett held on as tightly as he could, crooning to him and kissing him, unable to pull out until he was finished. Once inside, the gland had swelled even more and wouldn’t release for a long time yet. All Brett could do for his mate was comfort him. After about the fourth or fifth intense orgasm, Evan slumped in his arms. Brett checked his pulse and kissed him tenderly, but there was nothing else he could do. He was tied inside his mate and couldn’t pull out without injuring them both. He checked Evan’s cock and it was still rigid and straining, though no more semen remained in his balls to pump out. Even in his unconscious state, his hips still jerked and thrust. Finally after almost thirty minutes, the thrusts slowed and Brett could feel a softening in his gland.

  Evan was awake and had been for some time, too exhausted to move or do much more than moan occasionally. Brett pulled and his cock came out with a plop. Immediately, he rolled Evan over and saw his eyelids fluttering. He bit his wrist and held it to his lips. “Drink, baby. Drink as much as you can. It will help you.”

  At first the blood ran down his chin and onto his chest, but finally he latched on and sucked. His eyelids fluttered and once he looked up into Brett’s eyes. He was so beautiful with his red lips and blue eyes it almost took Brett’s breath away.

  Once Brett was sure he’d fed enough, he pulled his wrist away and turned Evan over on his side, pushing down his still reaching arms, and spooning him. Once Evan stopped moaning and trying to turn back over to get to him, he finally let the exhaustion overtake him and fell into a deep sleep.

  Brett felt almost too exhausted to sleep, the ordeal of the past few days still keying him up with adrenalin. Eventually, the soft snores of his mate and the comfort of his soft, warm body in his arms relaxed him and he drifted down into dreams of running under the moon, howling with his brothers. He didn’t know how long he slept, but he came instantly awake as Evan was pulled roughly from his arms.

  Chapter Three

  Groggy with sleep, Brett sat up rubbing his eyes. He saw two men wearing the green uniforms of the Hunters pulling an unconscious Evan from the bed and dragging him to the door. He roared in anger and tried to leap from the bed when a huge net was thrown over him, making him claw and growl as he felt himself shifting into his wolf.

  Dr. Cornsilk stepped into his line of vision, holding up his hands. “Stop, Brett. No one is hurting him. I’ll be with him every minute, and I promise you we’ll bring him right back.” He turned and hurried for the door to follow Evan.

  Some of what the doctor said filtered through to Brett’s brain, but he wasn’t able to completely stop his shift. He felt his claws ripping at the net, shredding it so he could leap free and hurl himself against the locked door over and over. The heavy steel door sustained a few dents, but held against his onslaught. Slowly, he came back to himself and his claws and hair retreated back to his body. He was furious and restless though, pacing up and down in front of the door. He’d known they would do this, take Evan away to test him like this, but he hadn’t been prepared for how it would feel. It was agonizing.

  The door opened quickly and Evan was shoved inside, still wearing a hospital gown, barely able to stand on his own two feet. Brett caught him in his arms, ripping away the gown and picking him up to carry him to the bed. As Evan rolled his head back and forth on the pillows, whimpering in need, his erection hard and urgent, Brett examined every inch of him. He found the place on his arm where they had drawn his blood and he licked at it to heal it. Satisfied his mate was in good condition, he pulled him back into his arms and took his throbbing cock in hand, pumping it hard and giving him release while he kissed his neck soothingly. Evan came in seconds and once he was spent, he turned toward Brett to throw his arms around his neck and bury his face in Brett’s neck. He held on as tightly as he could, while Brett held him close and rubbed his back.

  Over the next few hours he fed him again and made love to him twice. He finally settled him down and was able to snatch a few hours of sleep for himself, dreading the next time they would come for his mate. He couldn’t stay here much longer. As soon as Evan was able to travel, he’d get him out of this place and take him home. At the very least, they could make it to Mountainwood. Once there, Evan could rest and assimilate into his new life.

  Late in the evening, a soft knock on the door came, and Dr. Cornsilk opened the door. Brett immediately tightened his hold on the sleeping Evan. “No. He’s been through enough.”

  “I’m not here to take him, Brett. Calm down.”

  Brett pulled the covers over his mate and sat up on the side of the bed, turning to face the doctor. “Sorry, but it’s been hard on him. I’ve had to give him a lot of my blood, and I’m a little lightheaded myself.”

  “I’ll have a tray sent in to you. It will do you good to eat and drink something. I’ll give you some iron supplements too.” He held up a hand at Brett’s protest. “It can’t hurt, and it’ll make me feel like I’m doing something to help.”

  Brett shrugged. “How were the tests? Do they show anything?”

  “Too soon to tell yet, but I don’t think they’ll show a thing. I’ve tested my own blood for years and never found anything.” The doctor had been mated for the last few years to a female wolf who lived in the Dark Hollow pack. His home was in the mountains, about fifteen miles away from the wolf lodge, and his mate spent most nights with him, careful to sneak in only at night to circumvent any prying into his personal life. They were well respected in the wolf community for sacrificing so much for the good of the pack. After so many years, the Hunters barely bothered checking him anymore, other than routinely, but he was still careful to keep his cover.

  He nodded over at Evan. “How is he? Did he have any problems with the knot? Do I need to examine him?”

  Brett shook his head. “No, he’s fine. I’ve checked him. The orgasms were pretty bad, so they took a lot out of him. He’s responding well to the blood. By this time tomorrow, I’m getting him out of here.”

  The doctor nodded. “I’m staying at the complex until the experiment is over, so I’ll be around. The guards will come for him again tomorrow evening around five o’clock. They mean to separate the two of you then. You have to make your move. Be ready for them.” He glanced over at Evan. “He should be better by morning.”

  Brett nodded and the doctor left. As he sat on the bed, he went over his escape plan in his mind. If everything went according to plan, he’d soon be on his way back to the mountains and away from the hated complex. He lay back down and gathered Evan in his arms. Just a few more hours, baby. Then no one will ever take you away from me again.

  * * * *

  The next afternoon, Evan awoke, stretching his arms over his head and reaching for Brett. Brett must have showered earlier that morning as he now sat on the bed next to him, still wearing the same filthy jeans he was captured in.

  “Hi, beautiful. Feeling better?” He took Evan in his arms and kissed
his neck gently.

  “Yes, I guess...I feel surprisingly good. Sore,” he said, blushing, “but good. What time is it?”

  “About three thirty. You need to get up and take a shower, sweetheart. The guards will come soon.”

  Evan looked down at himself for the first time. Crusty bits of dried cum covered his stomach. “Oh God. Yeah, I’d better do that. He went to bounce from the bed and shuddered to a halt as the soreness really hit him. “Damn. I can barely walk.”

  “A hot shower will help, baby. Hurry now, before they get here.”

  Evan hobbled into the bathroom as quickly as he could, feeling the burn deep inside. Good thing that knot thing only happened on a first mating and then rarely after that, he thought. His ass would never hold up. He hesitated then, his hand still soaping up his chest as he realized what he’d just been thinking. This was a one-time thing for him, no matter what Brett had said. He was a Hunter, and had no intention of becoming Brett’s bloodmate. They’d come to extract him soon, and he’d probably never even see Brett again, and that’s the way it was supposed to be. So why did the idea make his chest hurt and his stomach churn with nausea?

  He stood under the shower spray for a long time, relishing the feel of the hot water on his sore muscles. He scrubbed at himself and washed his hair with the shampoo the complex had provided. He got out and toweled himself dry, then wrapped the towel around himself and went back in to Brett.

  Brett looked up and smiled at him, his green eyes lighting up. He pointed to the towel. “Take that off. When I get you home, you’ll be naked most of the time in our rooms.”

  Evan pulled the towel away and dropped it on the bed, stepping between his legs. “Get me home? Look Brett. This is just a one-time deal. I like you and you’re good looking and all, but I’m not your bloodmate.” Brett sighed. “Evan, we’ve been all through this. Yes, you are. We’re mated now and you belong with me. We’re getting out of here, and I’m taking you with me to the mountains. You’re just feeling confused, baby. You’ll feel better when I get you away from here.” He smacked Evan’s ass lightly. “Now get dressed before those asshole guards come in and see you again. This time I might have to rip off their faces for putting their hands on you.”

  Evan stepped over to retrieve his jeans from the floor and pulled them on, then slipped his T- shirt over his head. He needed to find some way to get through to Brett. He didn’t want to go anywhere with him. Did he? He turned back to Brett and held out his hands. “Better?”

  Brett growled at him. “Not much. They’re too damn tight. Once we’re back at the lodge, you won’t wear something so tight again.”

  “Jealous, much? You keep saying when you get me home, but I’m trying to explain to you that this is just a temporary thing. I mean, I only agreed to this as an experiment. I appreciate the sentiment and all, but my life is here with the Hunters. Besides, what do you have in mind? You think they’ll just let you walk out of here? We’re stuck in here till they let us out.”

  “Patience, baby. We’re leaving tonight. I told you that you belong to me now, and you agreed, remember? You’re not thinking straight. If you don’t drink my blood, you’ll become feral and play right into their hands. Unless you want to be in their fuckin’ feral army?”

  At the confused, yet horrified look on Evan’s face, Brett nodded. “Right. Get your shoes on. They’ll be here soon.”

  “Wait! No, Brett. Promise me you won’t do anything crazy. Don’t hurt anybody!”

  Brett nodded solemnly. “I promise.” And he meant every word. He had no intention of hurting anyone—if they didn’t mess with him. He only wanted to get out of there with his mate.

  “But what...” A slight noise at the door made him turn around quickly, and that was when Brett moved so fast it was frightening.

  He wrapped one strong arm around Evan’s neck, the other around his waist, pulling his back and hips up close to his body. Brett could feel Evan’s sweet body nestled against his crotch and a strong feeling of protectiveness washed over him. His scent clogged Brett’s nostrils, and it was all he could do not to take him down to the floor and make love to him.

  “Be still, Evan. Look scared.”

  “Not a problem,” Evan said in a choked voice. “Let me go, Brett!” He didn’t know what was going on, and he really didn’t think Brett would hurt him, but this violence scared him more than a little. He put both hands around Brett’s strong forearm and tried to pull it down from his throat. He couldn’t budge it, and that was when apprehension and anxiety overcame him. What if this had all been a lie? What if the Hunters were right and he wanted to kill them all? His throat went dry and he struggled in earnest.

  The door opened and the guards came in.

  * * * *

  Brett was amused to see the guards do an almost comical double take and then quickly draw their weapons.

  “Stop right there,” one of them yelled frantically, as the other one went for his assault rifle and took up a position behind the door. “Release that man!”

  “Don’t shoot!” Evan managed to yell as Brett made his way almost casually across to confront them. He still gripped Brett around the throat and waist, but was totally unarmed. Brett hated using Evan as a shield this way, but there was no other choice if he was to get them both out of there alive. They had to believe that Evan was his prisoner.

  “Shoot and I’ll snap his neck before I die,” he said in a low, menacing voice. “I promise you, I’ll take him with me.”

  Evan gasped at the words and began to struggle harder, forcing Brett to tighten his grip around Evan’s neck. In his peripheral vision, he could see Evan’s face growing alarmingly red, and his legs stopped moving as he was deprived of oxygen. Horrified that he might have hurt his mate, he loosened his grip just a bit, but the sight of Evan’s slump was enough to make the guards back off.

  “Let him go!” one of them yelled.

  Brett laughed shortly. “Not fuckin’ likely! Now back off and put your weapons down or I’ll kill him.”

  He could hear the guards’ sharp intakes of breath at the words, and felt Evan’s heart thumping wildly in his chest. His mate was frightened of him! Surely he knew Brett’s rough voice was only for the guards’ sakes. Their only chance lay in making the guards think he’d go through with it.

  There was a tense silence as the guards tried to figure out what they should do next. Brett yelled at them. “I said put the goddamned guns down or I’ll kill this worthless human! Do you think I won’t do it?”

  He tightened his grip slightly again and Evan choked, clawing at his arm in a vain attempt to get air. He kept up the pressure for about ten seconds, or until he was sure he had the guard’s attention before easing off. This time Evan collapsed over his arm, and Brett saw that he’d passed out, probably as much from fear and anxiety as from the grip he had on his throat. He pulled his body up more securely and watched the guard drop their weapons.

  Backing up a few steps, he called out to them. “Slide those rifles and cell phones over here. Now!”

  They put them on the floor and quickly slid them toward him. He laid Evan on the floor carefully, his eyes never leaving the guards and picked up the rifle closest to him. “Get in that closet over there,” he said tersely, nodding toward it.

  They scrambled over to get inside, and he closed the door on them, dragged a chair over with one hand to jam it in the door handle and called to them. “You can save your breath, boys. This room is sound proof. Sleep tight. Somebody should be along by morning.”

  Brett chuckled and went back over to Evan. He was waking back up and flinched when Brett pulled him back into his arms. It killed Brett to see it, but he had to make it look good to protect the doctor, not to mention Evan if anything went wrong. He dragged Evan out into the corridor, looking around quickly, spotting the security cameras right away. Once he escaped, they’d be sure to pore over the tapes, so he had to make it look good. He held Evan up with one arm around his waist, but made sure his to
es were dragging the ground, so it would look at lot rougher than it actually felt to Evan. Evan was making breathy little moans that tore at Brett’s heart. He hated having to scare him this way.

  He wanted to whisper reassurances in Evan’s ear, but this had to look real. Evan’s body was limp as Brett dragged him up the steps and out into the main corridor. Moving with supernatural speed, Brett made it down the hall to the central lobby, completely surprising the guard on duty there.

  He stepped out of the shadows with Evan in one arm and an AK-47 cradled in the other. “Throw your weapon over here, and I might not kill you both. Cell phone too.”

  Caught completely by surprise, the guard took one look at Evan’s panicky expression and put his phone and handgun on the floor, sliding it over to Brett. Brett bent over to pick it up, motioning with his head to a nearby broom closet. “Get in there.”

  The guard quickly complied and Brett closed the door, then with one hand pulled a big display case over in front of it.

  He smashed the phone casually with his foot then gathered up the gun. Holding both guns in one arm and Evan in the other, he again moved with supernatural speed, tearing out the door and running toward Evan’s car. He already knew from his investigations into Evan’s routine exactly where he parked it every day. He put Evan in the front seat beside him, buckling him into a seat belt. He found Evan’s car key on the ring in the dash, started the car and drove quickly toward the gate.

  The guards, no doubt recognizing Evan’s car, stepped out routinely to check him. With the gate still closed in front of him, Brett floored the gas pedal. As the guards jumped to get out of his way, he slammed through the gate, smashing the front of Evan’s car, but tearing through and out onto the highway and freedom.