From the hallway he heard sobs. He was instantly taken back to his childhood. Back to his mother who he caught sobbing often in the night. He sometimes sobbed himself, but that was when he was a boy, still under the rule of his alpha father who had a much angrier Fenrir in his blood, not to mention a pack he was responsible for. His mother blamed his father’s temper on stress related to being the alpha of a pack. Colby had other theories about what made his father such a brute, none of them involving excuses and blaming the pack.
He’d gotten into the habit of checking on his mother in the middle of the night. In another home perhaps there would’ve been the chance of catching his parents in the throes of ecstasy, but in his house he only caught his mother crying. He didn’t let her cry alone, and he wouldn’t ignore Tanisha’s cries either. But what she really crying? His dreams had driven him to fear for her, but perhaps she was sleeping soundly. He hoped she was sleeping soundly.
He inched his way down the hall toward the door of the guest room. He stopped at the entrance and tapped lightly three times.
The sobs immediately stopped. All sounds did. He knocked again, this time quieter, but loud enough still to be heard. He looked at his watch. Maybe she didn’t want to be disturbed at this hour.
He heard a sniff and then footsteps shuffling toward the door. A moment passed between the footsteps stopping and the door actually opening. When she opened the door she did so only partially. She hid her body behind the door, revealing only her puffy face, bloodshot eyes, and a red running nose. She was trying to be strong, doing her best to dawn her most confident nothing-is-wrong-here-officer smile.
Colby’s wolf was urging him to take charge of the situation, to grab her and hold her and make her his. But he was a far more sensitive man than his wolf. He needed her to feel safe, and he doubted that being dominating and controlling would be the best way to make her feel that way. Something sparked inside of him at the idea of dominating and controlling her in bed, but that would have to come later. That would hopefully come later, if he could convince her not to run away; he wanted her to let him in and to let him help her.
“I hope I didn’t wake you,” he said, through a forced smile of his own. “I thought I heard noises. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
Her face looked fragile, as if her features could crumble at any moment. Her mouth trembled then finally found the strength to mutter “everything’s fine.”
He looked at her with compassionate eyes, trying to once again convey that it was all right for her to trust him. He’d protect her if she let him; he’d never violate her trust.
Her eyes were saying something, though he wasn’t sure exactly what. His Fenrir hinted at things carnal and inappropriate, but the man in him knew that wasn’t what she wanted. But the way she looked at him made him unsure. He sniffed the air. Her essence grabbed him and made his cock jump. Maybe his wolf was right after all. Despite all appearances, her body was exuding pheromones that indicated her sexual need.
Colby wasn’t sure he could handle this. He could see himself handling her body —he desperately wanted to handle her body—but not under circumstances of duress. He thought it best to get back to his room before they both did something during a time of vulnerability that they would later regret.
He stared at her on the other side of the door, getting lost for a moment in her eyes. She still said nothing, though her scent was whispering desire and naughty somethings that made him warm all over and made certain parts of him swell. His cock jumped in his sweat pants. Tanisha’s eyes darted down at his crotch at the movement. She looked back at him, pure intent in her eyes.
He took a step back. “I just wanted to check on you. If you’re really okay I’m going to head back to bed.”
“No, don’t go,” she said. “Please.”
He was about to suggest a nightcap when she grabbed him and pulled him into the room.
***
His lips pressed to hers, Tanisha felt every bump and ripple of his tongue. The kiss lived up to her fantasies and expectations.
She wanted this. She needed this. In a strange way, she deserved this. She’d earned it for going far too long without ever indulging.
Colby pulled away, but she pulled him back towards her as she walked in reverse towards the bed.
She felt the hardness of his body as her hands explored his rippled abs and massive pecs and shoulders. He could free himself if he wanted to, but he needed this as much as she did.
She let out a groan as Colby lifted her head and kissed down her neck. His tongue flicked and bathed her delicate skin, his tongue and whispers in her ears sent a prickling of chills down her spine. He’d activated all of her, her body throbbing and tightening and moistening for Colby.
The bed was suddenly behind her. Colby used the tumble in her step to his advantage. She’d fallen back onto the bed with him on top of her. His hands cradled her curves as their tongues continued their exploration. His hands were smooth, warmth was in his touch. He caressed and explored her body, but not yet her most sacred place.
He grabbed her chin with a delicate force, wanting to look her in the eyes. She stared into the cobalt eyes that she’d seen in her mind since Barbara’s event, when she’d seen them from across the room.
He stared into her eyes, the blues of his pupils now radiating. Her mind went blank for a moment and it was if she was taken elsewhere, for just a brief respite from her life.
She lay on her back staring up at him. She felt the heat radiating from his body completely warming hers. He kissed her again and then stared for a moment before brushing a lock of hair from her face. He kissed her again then took in a heavy breath. “I don’t want to do anything we’ll later regret,” he told her. “But I want you.”
She pulled his face to hers. She kissed him, then whispered that she wanted him too.
His cock gorged with excitement, his Fenrir stirred. He realized then that he hadn’t yet told her about what he was. “There’s something I have to tell you.”
Tanisha’s body tensed. She prayed he wasn’t anything demonic. “What is it?” she asked, afraid.
He sensed her fear. “It’s okay,” he said, “I’m a Fenrir. I’m a wolf shifter.”
She had a pretty good idea he was a shifter, the eyes gave that away, but she didn’t know what he was trying to tell her specifically. “What is that?” she asked. “What’s a Fenrir?”
Colby shifted his weight, resting alongside of her rather than on top. Tanisha appreciated the view of his physique from any angle. She watched his muscles twitch and flex as he positioned himself on his elbow.
“A Fenrir is a wolf descendent of Loki. We trace back to the original Fenrir, the wolf son of Loki that all the gods feared because of his size and strength. He was too much for them to control, so they tricked him into being bound with a magical ribbon called a gleipnir.”
“A ribbon?” asked Tanisha.
“It was enchanted. Made by the dwarves. It was the only thing strong enough to control him.”
“A ribbon?” she asked again, for confirmation.
He smiled. “Not just any ribbon, it was made of enchanted things, like the breath of a fish, the roots of a mountain, a cat’s footsteps, a woman’s beard, a bird’s spit…”
Tanisha’s face crinkled. “Sounds really…magical.”
He smiled and stroked her arm with a tender touch. “I want you to know everything about me. Including the crazy legends that make up who I am.”
She appreciated Colby’s honesty. Brad hadn’t revealed the truth until they were married and she was pregnant with Brad Jr.; she’d found out a lot of things the hard way by then. She was suddenly concerned with the ramifications. She looked away. “Are you…dangerous?”
Colby winced. “I would never hurt you,” he said, his eyes glowing. “Never. I want you to know that and to feel safe with me.”
She let out a breath. She believed Colby’s promise but at the same time she was hesitant. A demon husband
and life on the run had eroded her ability to trust. But she saw something in his eyes, maybe a spark of something. Could she get herself to completely trust again?
He sat up. “This is why I wear this. It’s a gleipnir,” he said, grabbing at the chain on his neck.
Tanisha sat up to examine the chain around his neck. It wasn’t a ribbon but a delicate chain with a sky blue hue. “It’s beautiful,” she said, “no beard hair or bird spit.”
They laughed.
She put her nose to the chain around his neck and sniffed. “No fish breath,” she said, but she lost herself in his scent. He didn’t smell like wolf or fish, but like a man. The scent triggered chain reactions causing her body to pulsate and throb.
She traced the necklace with her fingers then continued exploring his chest with her hands. She could feel a rise in his temperature along with hers.
He caressed her face then kissed her.
She pulled back. Maybe this was too much, too fast.
He sensed her hesitation. “It’s okay,” he said. “It’s a lot to process, especially considering your past. I’m okay with that. I told you, I want to get to know you. I want to know all of you and I want you to know and be comfortable with all of me. We don’t have to do anything. I don’t want to force anything.”
He said what she needed to hear, though she didn’t know she needed to hear it. She kissed him. She realized she wanted to be ravished but needed something more, maybe just to be held.
Colby laid back in the bed and wrapped her in his arms.
She felt comforted laying her head on his chest. She played with his chest hair as they laid together, their breaths finding a unison.
He kissed her head and held her, he was completely content.
She fell asleep wondering if this would make the pages of Sheriff Nolby’s romance.
Chapter 6 - The Demons
Colby was still thinking about the night before. About nearly making love to Tanisha. He smiled as the morning rays woke him along with Tanisha’s hands.
She rubbed her hands across his chest, raking her fingers through his chest hair. She sat on top of him as he lay on his back. She played with his nipples, first stroking them gently then grabbing and applying a pinching pressure with her fingers.
Colby let out a lustful groan as she began to kiss his chest and inspect what her fingers had done to his nipples. She tasted them with her tongue, letting out an “mmm” that signaled she was enjoying the taste. He tried to move but realized he was bound. He hadn’t realized it before but a ribbon like rope now had each of his limbs bound to a bedpost.
Panic overtook him for a moment, but then excitement; being tied up caused his cock to bounce.
She continued exploring his upper body and began a trail of licks and kisses heading southward from his chest. She seemed determined to lick every part of his chest and abs. Her tongue licked and swayed from spot to spot making every part of his body hot with anticipation.
She followed the tuft of hair forming a love trail down his abs. As she made her way slowly with her mouth, her hands were already exploring further south.
She cupped his sack with her hands then extended her hand up his shaft, stroking gently first, then with a soft pressure.
His cock jumped in her hand.
She made another pressured stroke, then rubbed the head of his member with her thumb, massaging it with the pearl of slick fluid seeping from the tip of his cock.
The ribbon holding his limbs gripped tighter as his body reacted to the tiniest motions of her hands. He had to force himself to remain calm lest he rip off his limbs or the bedposts.
Tanisha grabbed him with her other hand, now having him literally by the cock and balls. Colby groaned in pleasure and approval. One hand stroked him while the other cupped and fondled the most vulnerable part of his body.
He loved her being in control. He wanted to see her but the morning sun had him blinded. He laid his head back and just enjoyed.
Her kisses had gone to his southernmost region and her tongue was now exploring his sensitive parts. Sounds of pleasure escaped him, followed by a growl. Her mouth was on his cock.
He tried to refrain from forcefully thrusting into her. He knew he was large and didn’t want her to choke. He tried to remain motionless in his hips, but he was losing the battle with his instinct. His hips pulsed upward, and to his surprise she seemed to be inviting it. Her head bobbed with vigor. She slurped and stroked with various levels of suction and friction. “Oh yeah,” he moaned, the words escaping his mouth in a gruff, “just like that.”
She seemed determined to do more than just suck him, she seemed to be attacking his groin with her mouth and throat; all of him was inside of her and he could feel the deep smooth lining of the back of her throat. He looked down at her, wanting to lock eyes with the woman who’d taken charge of him, but he still couldn’t see her face; she’d taken all of him, her face pressed directly against his pubic area, her nose lost in the brush of course hair surrounding his cock. He wanted to see her. He wanted to look in her eyes and thank her for giving him this pleasure. He wanted to warn her that he felt his testicles getting tighter, a warning of the explosion to come. “Wait,” he said, pleading seductively. But she ignored him.
“Mmm,” he let out again. Were he not tied up he would stroke her head and gently pull himself out of her, but the stinging in his outstretched limbs reminded him that wasn’t an option. “Wait,” he said again, “not yet.” He wished he could grab her head and lift her chin to him so he could see her eyes. Instead he saw a certain franticness to her. Like they were after the same thing, both barreling toward his moment of climax. Still, he wanted to look into her eyes. He wanted to connect to the woman that had him in her mouth and threatened to swallow him whole. He knew from his excitement that his own eyes were glowing. He knew that he needed to see her or risk losing control.
“Tanisha,” he pleaded. “Please.”
Reality began to materialize, slowly at first, but then more rapidly as she continued to ignore him and began violently stroking and bobbing at his cock. She sat up some, taking his cock out of her mouth and catching her breath. But she still refused to look up at him. Her refusal to make eye contact was dampening his mood. He needed that connection. Physical pleasure was never enough for him, he needed something deeper, and not her throat. He needed to see her eyes.
He realized then, as she adjusted herself in her straddled position over him that he still couldn’t see her face. Her hair blocked his direct view, instead all he saw was the woman who’d gone from caressing his cock and allowing him the pleasure of having it in her body, to someone he didn’t recognize.
She held his cock with a tight grip and stroked it fast and forcefully.
He groaned, but this time with pain. “Slow down,” he said, “not so forceful.” He wished it would have come out more pleasant, but he was now enduring pain. Besides that, it seemed to not matter as she was determined to move her hands faster, bringing about more pain.
The ropes bound deeper into his wrist and ankles as his body reflexed, responding to the pain his cock was now in. “Tanisha,” he demanded, “stop.”
She didn’t stop, but moved her hands faster, so fast that Colby knew he was going to be rubbed raw. “Tanisha,” he said, the ecstasy completely gone from his voice. “Tanisha!”
She stroked faster and breathed deeper and ragged, but at a much quicker pace. He grimaced and tried to thrust his hip back, away from Tanisha forceful hands. “Mine,” she demanded, grabbing him tighter and rubbing him with enough vigor that he was sure she’d rupture a vessel. Her voice changed, the tone becoming as rough and gruff as Colby’s. “Mine,” she demanded again.
Colby looked down at himself, the nightmare becoming clear.
That wasn’t Tanisha on top of him.
He struggled at the sight of her face, pale and ragged, completely dead in the eyes. His binds clamped his lambs tighter. She smiled, a repulsive smile, with cracked and ro
tten teeth. She heaved and drooled, her hands still moving furiously, never relenting in their assault. “Mine,” she said again and again, then looked him in his eyes. “Mine!”
This was not Tanisha on top of him.
The creature smiled at him, possibly pleased that Colby had finally figured it out. The creature’s eyes were clouded and gray, like death or a sky threatening rain. The creature stared at Colby as it grew more aggressive in its assault. A grin overtook the creature’s face, as if enjoying the sight of Colby’s fright and dismay as it continued stroking and violating Colby’s most precious parts.
Colby tried to thrust the creature from atop of him but without avail. “Get-the-fuck-off of me,” demanded Colby in anger. He tried to change into his wolf but the binds and his gleipner were too effective.
The creature stroked harder, ignoring Colby’s struggling. “Mine,” it said again and again. “Mine!”
“Get off of me you hag, I know what you are.”
It suddenly made sense. They fell asleep talking about the family of demons Tanisha was running from. It couldn’t be coincidence that they ended the night speaking of demons and now here he was being attacked by one. She was a succubus, a female demon that raped men while they were sleeping.
The illusion of the room started to dissipate. He simply snapped the bonds free that it held him moments ago so tightly. This was a dream. His dream. So he made the rules.
The succubus screeched as Colby threw her off of him. He’d used more force than he intended to and had thrown her into the wall. She regained her footing and lunged at him, knocking him back on and then off of the bed. As he wrestled with the demoness he realized her true strength. She held him straddled to the ground and looking down on him she smiled. She leaned forward, her naked breast dangling.
Colby struggled but was overpowered by her strength. “I know what you are, Fenrir.”
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