by PA Vachon
I tried to peek over the back seat out the windshield, only to see several very large tattooed hairy dudes standing at the back and side of our car. I screamed out for Ian as the largest of the group ripped my door from its hinges. I was pulled from the car by my long hair. The sting from his large hand being tangled in my hair was nothing like what Ian and I had done just the night before. I screamed again in terror. I wasn't ready to die today. Ian took his eyes off of Hatchet for a millisecond too long and then he was down. Hatchet cold cocked him so hard that it sounded like a two by four hitting cement. Ian shook off his dizziness, concerned for my safety. I looked into his eyes and mouthed, “I love you. Come for me.”
I knew he would shift there in the middle of the street to protect me. I didn't want that for him. As I was dragged towards another vehicle that was sitting to the front of our car, I tried to get Ian to read my feelings. I was scared, but I was also hopeful. Hopeful that Ian and his clan would come for me before it was too late.
“I will kill your mate, grizzly. But before I do, I am going to let my clan use her until she is too destroyed to want you to rescue her,” Hatchet promised.
“I don't know how you survived that fall from Lauren's bedroom window, but I am going to make sure you don't survive next time,” Ian returned as he spit blood out and onto the asphalt.
“Ian, you and I both know you aren't going to be able to do anything about it,” Hatchet laughed evilly as he slammed Ian's head onto the road. Ian fought to stay awake, but it was a losing battle.
The last thing Ian remembered was seeing Hatchet walk back to his car.
Chapter 12
Ian woke slowly to find himself back at the compound in the communal meeting building. He groggily tried to get up off the cot that he was laying on.
“Don't move, Ian. You aren't fully healed yet,” Regan said.
“Where is Lauren? Is she here? Were you guys able to get to her before they took her away?” Ian asked worriedly, afraid of the answer. He could still feel Lauren's emotions, and she was absolutely terrified.
Regan tried to avert her eyes so that Ian couldn't see the pain and worry in them. It didn't quite work. He knew they were too late. Ian was angry. Angry at himself, angry at Hatchet, and angry at his clan for not getting to them sooner. The last was irrational, of course. They had gotten there as soon as they could.
Ian again tried to rise. This time Trevor stopped him with a look.
“Trevor, I have to go for her. She is my soul mate, the only one fated for me,” he said in an anguished voice.
“I know, Ian, but you need to heal more. We have trackers out trying to pick up their trail. So far we seem to be two steps behind them. The good news is they haven't stopped yet, so Lauren should be relatively unharmed,” Trevor grimaced at his own words, wondering why he was still talking. He knew he was only making Ian feel worse.
Trevor gave Ian a strange, almost guilty look. But what could Trevor feel guilty about?
“Ian, there is something I need to tell you,” Trevor began. “This is my fault. Janet was the mole inside of our clan. I brought her in, and she used me. I am sorry that Lauren isn’t here with us.”
“Trevor, this isn’t your fault. This is all on Hatchet and Janet,” Ian replied. “Right now we need to figure out how to rescue my mate.”
While waiting for Ian and the clan to rescue me, I was glad that the evil clan of Hatchet’s murderers were preoccupied with other things. First was a flat tire that put us on the side of the road for over an hour. Then there was an accident on the highway that delayed us even further. For me, this was good news. I was beat up pretty badly, but so far, no one had tried to rape me. It was only a matter of time before we arrived at the gang's hideout, and I was scared. Scared that Ian wouldn't arrive in time. I knew he was alive because I could still feel his worry for me. I could also feel his pain and anguish. I tried to send good feelings through our bond, but I wasn't very successful. The pain I was in was torturous.
I could feel the car turning onto a gravel road and I started to become even more frantic. I had been working on the ropes that Hatchet had ordered one of his underlings to tie me up with. So far it was futile. The knots were just too strong, and it didn't help that I thought my shoulder might be dislocated. It was excruciatingly painful to move it, even in the slightest.
The car we were in came to a jarring stop. This was it: the end of the line for me. I could only pray that they would kill me quickly. Maybe if I made a run for it, they would just shoot me before Hatchet let his goons have their way with me.
I heard the front driver's door open and then close. The back driver's door was wrenched open with a squeal.
'Dude, WD-40 is your friend,” I sarcastically stated.
I was slapped to the ground roughly. So much for humor. These guys just didn't know what was funny.
“Shut up, bitch,” the dumbass growled at me.
“Sorry,” I said in a small voice. Even though I really wasn’t, I was pissed and I want to hurt someone right now.
I was lifted and then dragged across a gravel driveway. My eyes were swollen from where I had been hit repeatedly. I couldn't really see anything useful. Everything was a blur. One of my ears was ringing. I hoped that my eardrum was still intact.
Suddenly I was thrown to the side and I could hear the sounds of fighting, really only seeing shadows of whoever was beating the man who had been dragging me to their hell hole.
'I guess you are harder to kill than I thought, Grizzly,” Hatchet snarled.
“I will always be to hard to kill when my mate is in danger, dirtbag!” Ian returned.
As I lay on the ground, all I could think was that Ian had come for me just as he promised. I knew he wouldn't let me down. I whimpered in pain as I adjusted myself on the hard-packed earth.
“Lauren, hold still,” I heard in my non-ringing ear. “It's me, Trevor. Let's get you out of here.”
At that moment, Trevor had the voice of an angel. I was so glad to be safe, but I was worried about Ian. I could still hear the thunderous sounds of fighting and the occasional growly roar of bears. They had shifted. We must not be near any towns or humans for that to have happened. I wished I could see Ian and the others from the clan destroying Hatchet and the rest of his despicable gang, but it was enough that I could hear the punishment that they were dishing out.
I heard the loud bawl of an injured bear and wondered if it was Ian or Hatchet who had been injured. I didn't have to wonder long. As the bawling sound petered out to nothing, I was grabbed up into large strong arms and squeezed tightly.
“Ian, you have to let me go,” I whimpered. “I think my ribs are broken, or at the least, bruised pretty badly.”
“Damn it. I knew that my staying with you would only get you hurt,” Ian ground out, guilt heavy in his tone of voice.
“Ian, we have been over this before,” I chastised him. “You know you aren't to blame for other people’s actions.”
“I know, babe,” he said. “I'm just sorry as hell that you were hurt again.”
“Let's go, Lauren,” he said as he hugged me loosely. “We don't have to worry about Hatchet anymore.”
I breathed out a sigh of relief. Ian helped me into the car and closed my door for me. He got into the driver's seat and started the throaty engine, shifting into gear and leaving that terror-filled place behind.
Chapter 13
Ian and I arrived back at the compound. He helped me from the car and into the house where we ended up in the kitchen. Ian lifted me to sit on the island.
“Lauren, I need to take care of some of these cuts,” he said. “It's gonna hurt, babe. I'm sorry.”
I winced as he used a warm washcloth to bath my face and neck, hitting each scrap, cut and abrasion. It was like having them re-opened again, but I knew that the first aid he was providing had to happen. If not, infection could set in and that would be so much worse. While he played doctor, he told me what had happened with Trevor and Janet.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked me as he set the cloth in the sink.
“Not really,” I replied. “I need a shower, clean clothes, and a bed.”
“Let's go, darling,” he said as he led me down the hall to the master bedroom. Once we were inside the room, he started to strip my clothes off. They were torn in some places and covered in dirt and grass from the many times that I was smacked to the ground. My clothes were thrown into the garbage under the bathroom sink. I was glad to be rid of any reminder of the hellish hours I spent trapped with those heathens.
“Ian, I need to tell you something,” I started to say.
“Babe, you don't have to say a word until you’re ready,” he told me as he kissed my cheek. “Come on, into the shower.”
I let him put me in the shower like a child, not up to try and exert myself. I was hurting in so many places. Most of the damage was to my face and ribs, but my left elbow and knee had taken some damage the numerous times that I hit the ground.
Ian washed my hair and then started to wash my body. I trembled. Not in fear, as I could never be afraid of Ian. I trembled in need and wanton desire. I needed Ian like my next breath. It was as if my experiences for the last several hours needed to be wiped away with our love. I leaned into his body and lifted my face for his kiss. He gently placed his lips on mine and gave the sweetest kiss I had ever had. Not too rough, not too soft, but just right. It was like coming home all over again. His kiss was just what I needed to feel grounded again. I slowly rubbed my body on his like a cat, sleek and graceful. Ian pulled away from our kiss and looked into my still swollen eyes.
“Are you sure about this, Lauren?” he asked me. “I don't want to hurt you.”
“The only thing that will hurt is if you stop,” I whimpered on a moan.
Ian stepped out of the large walk-in shower and pulled me with him. He grabbed a towel and went to dry my body off. I leaned towards him and said,
“Ian, bed, now please.”
“Whatever, you say, babe,” he laughingly told me as he picked me up and started towards the bed.
He laid me gently on the mattress. He stood on the side of the bed and stared at me for so long, I thought he had changed his mind.
“Ah, Lauren, I am so sorry that this happened again,” he lamented. “I never wanted this to touch you.”
“Ian, I may be bloody and bruised again, but I am alive,” she said. “That's all that matters.”
I reached for him, pulling him towards me. He put his knee on the bed and hovered over my mouth, searching my eyes, looking for some sign that I wasn't okay. I looked back at him and infused my stare with all the love that I was feeling in that moment.
Ian settled over me and began to kiss me softly. I tried to get him to deepen his kiss by nibbling on his lips. It wasn't working like I wanted it to. But, those soft, slow gentle kisses were showing me an even sweeter side to my big strong grizzly mate. I was enthralled by him. I wanted to be owned by him. I wanted to own him as well. I again nibbled on his lips and tilted my head to gain purchase to deepen our kiss. I ran my tongue slowly over the seam of his lips, and just as I thought he would pull away, he opened his lips and I thrust my tongue into his mouth. It was heaven and hell all at once. Hot and liquid. It was a rushed mating of our lips. Ian ran his hands from my shoulders to my breasts that were aching for his touch. He took one turgid nipple into his mouth and sucked. I swear the man had the mouth of a god. His hand kneaded my right breast as he pulled on my left nipple with his mouth for a second time. As he was feeling me up, he was slowly rubbing his lower body against my core. I was on fire, longing to feel his long hot cock inside where I needed it most. I whimpered in need and tried to lift my hips to get some friction going on my clit. He took the hand that was kneading my breast and held my hip down on the bed so that I couldn't move at all. A sigh escaped as I again tried to leverage myself against him. He pulled away from my breast and said,
“Babe, you have to hold still. I don't want to hurt you. We are doing this my way tonight.”
I groaned in frustration, but nodded my head as I bit my lower lip between my teeth.
Ian continued to slowly torture my body. Lips on my breast, hand at my hip, and just barely there contact of my clenching core with his throbbing cock. I was in agony, sweet sweet agony. It was the hardest thing to stay still and let his onslaught continue. I gasped out,
“Ian, please I need you so badly. I'm so ready for you.”
“I know you are,” he said on a smirk. “I am going make you feel so good, baby,” he promised with a lopsided grin.
He made stronger contact with my pussy as he rotated his hips into mine, and it felt amazing. I was tired of this long, drawn out contest of wills. I had had enough. Grinning, I bucked my body upwards and was able to curl my leg around Ian's waist. In one fluid move, I had Ian on his back and I was grinding my pelvis against his cock like a sex starved maniac. On my next downward grind, Ian's cock slipped into my soaking wet pussy, and on a moaning sigh, I rode him to my first climax. It was like an end of the show fireworks display on the fourth of July, so explosive and noisy that I saw stars.
I slowed my grind down and grinned at Ian. I watched as his eyes glinted, and before I could blink, I was on my back again, and Ian was thrusting up into me for all he was worth. It didn't take long for another orgasm to rock my core. This time, I tightened my pelvic muscles and squeezed Ian's cock like a vice. I heard him roar out as his cock filled my pussy with his cum. I felt so alive, so loved. Ian collapsed on my chest and breathed raggedly.
“Let me catch my breath, baby,” Ian stuttered out. “Then we can do this again, but a little slower next time, yeah?”
“Anything you say, love,” I smiled sleepily into his eyes, amazed that we were together again and that I had made it out. Maybe not unscathed, but at least I was still whole. All of my hurts were physical. I wasn't raped by Hatchet's group of psychopaths. I was lucky. I overheard all the things that they were going to do to me on the car ride to their home base.
Ian rolled to my side and cuddled up to me, making me the little spoon. I closed my eyes on a sigh and fell into a dreamless sleep. Sometime later, I woke to Ian lapping at my folds like he was eating soft serve ice cream. It was amazing. I lifted up on his next lick trying to get his tongue on my clit.
“Uh, uh, uh, no ma'am. Hold still now. I am trying to eat my breakfast,” Ian chided as he leaned back into my folds and licked from my hole to just this side of my clit.
I loved when he teased me. It always made my orgasms that much more explosive once they finally arrived. Ian took another lick of my center. I could feel my pussy start to tighten. I knew I would cum at any moment.
“Ian, Ian I need you in me,” I moaned out.
“Babe, now please,” I begged.
Ian worked his way up from my center, kissing from my panty line to my navel, then upwards to my breasts, were he took several minutes worshipping them with his tongue. He kissed up my neck and then to my lips. As he kissed me, he slid his cock into my waiting core with no resistance. I was so soaked you could hear the wet sounds on his inward thrusts. My pussy contracted on his outward pull, trying to hold him inside a little deeper. On his next inward thrust, I started to cum. Screaming his name, I clenched tightly trying to get more friction to make my orgasm last as long as possible. On his next inward motion, I felt his cock spasm and his cum shoot at the entrance to my womb for several moments. Once, twice, three times his cock unloaded into me. As Ian started to slowly thrust into me again, I began cumming again.
Chapter 14
Glistening with sweat, I giggled.
“What's got you laughing?” Ian asked.
“Nothing, I’m not really laughing,” I replied. “It's more of a ‘I can't believe it’ giggle.”
“Well, what can't you believe, love?” he asked me.
“I have never been multi-orgasmic before,” I told him. “So it always surprises me when you get me off more th
an once.”
“Baby, you ain't seen nothing yet,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at me and smiling.
“I love you, Ian,” I whispered to him.
“I love you too, Lauren,” he said. “With everything that I am.”
“Do you want to stay here in Fall City?” he asked me after a few seconds of silence.
“I do. I love it here. It is so peaceful when we aren't being attacked by crazy shifters,” I replied.
“Do you ever think about children?” he asked.
“I have been lately. I keep imagining a green-eyed, dark-haired little boy,” I tell him my secret wish quietly, hoping he wants the same thing.