by Rachel Real
"Callie, stop being so afraid of what other people think...be a daredevil for once in your life..."
The hay on the floor started itching her back, and Callie giggled. Rogue's cocky smile disappeared from his face when he, unhooked Callie's bra. Callie arched up her back, feeling the sweaty heat of Rogue's chest. Rogue briskly took Callie's hard nipples in his mouth, urging her to unbutton his pants. Callie felt an ecstasy of the kind she never had before. She let goes of all her fears and worries and simply let Rogue roughly take her. With all of his strength, Rogue flipped her on her elbows and knees so he could get a better look at her luscious curvy ass.
Callie tried to relax, but was terrified he'd see all of her cellulite. Rogue groped her ass again, plunging his face into her pussy and deeply inhaling the scent of her sex.
Callie desperately wanted Rogue to touch her. Control her. Fuck her.
Rogue drew out his cock and slid it against her pussy, teasing her for as long as she could stand.
"Please..." Callie begged.
Rogue sat on his knees, forcing Callie to sit on him. Callie moaned when she felt his thick cock easing inside her. Callie slid her heat up and down Rogue's pulsing shaft. Callie clenched her eyes shut when he shamelessly ravished her breasts. Callie felt the soothing heat of Rogues sweat pooling down her back. Rogue groaned as he forged his cock inside her as if he were trying to rut a claimed mate.
Callie's heart beat rapidly, nervously like any second it would stop. Rogue groaned louder, bending her forward and coming deeply inside her. Callie's hips rocked back on Rogue's thick cock as she came kneeling in front of him.
Voices echoed from outside the fun house.
"Shit!" Callie cried.
Sweat poured down both of their bodies, Callie weakly tried to wrangle on her clothes. Rogue haphazardly wrapped her shoulders with his leather jacket. Callie broke into a fit of giggles as they both ran out of the exit. Rogue held her against him, like he'd never let go.
Chapter Five
Rogue cleaned himself in a nearby lake in the morning. He and Callie had fallen asleep outdoors—in the deserted L.A. valley. Callie fluttered her eyes open, eyeing Rogue in his hulky and shaggy werebear form. He twisted the bulk of his wet body to shake off the excess water. Callie pulled Rogue's lucky leather jacket closed as she carefully approached the wild amber-eyed beast.
Rogue veered around, shifting his weight. Callie could feel his hot breath as he nuzzled his snout into her tangled curly hair. Rogue was almost puddy in Callie's arms. No more dangerous than a gentle giant. He licked Callie's face with his wide flat tongue.
"Uh...okay," she laughed. "Rogue if you're in there, I need to talk to you...seriously." Callie summoned.
The first thing to vanish was the bear's thick shaggy fur until all that stood before Callie was a naked muscular man.
Callie released a sharp breath when Rogue placed his rough hand on her cheek.
"What's the matter? You ready for me to rut you again?"
Callie blushed a little embarrassed. "No, it's not that. I want to talk about your stunts. Why can't you just stop and try something else?"
Rogue fell silent, twisting his naked back to Callie. He'd been working too hard to break his brother's record. There was no way in hell he'd dare stop now.
"We've been over this. I'm not gonna stop not until I make the same jump my brother did and succeed."
"You've got nothing to prove. Not to me—not to anyone. Why can't you just let it go?" Callie begged, she feared that Rogue wouldn't stop making death defying jumps at Death Gorge. She knew that rush of adrenaline is too addictive to just stop cold turkey.
"I don't know if I can let myself fall in love with a man that puts his life at risk day after day..." Callie expressed.
Rogue started to get dressed, pulling his snug jeans on one pant leg at a time.
"So, what are you trying to say? You want to end this before it just began?" Rogue just came out and said.
"I can't, Rogue. I can't stay," she said picking up her things and walking off.
Rogue still stood there his body exposed to wild, watching Callie walk off in the distance until he could no longer see her.
Chapter Six
Audition after audition, Callie still wasn't able to snag even the smallest parts. She and Marlow had lunch at a sushi place on the Los Angeles pier.
"So, where's this hot n' sexy boyfriend, I've been hearing so much about? You haven't brought him over to our place. What is he some kind of werewolf or a vampire?" Marlow joked, not realizing how close she was to getting it right.
"Yeah sorta..." Callie mumbled. "We kinda broke up..."
Marlow squinted her eyes, not sure if Callie was just joking.
"You guys just got together and you're already headed towards splitsville? What the heck happened?" Marlowe asked.
"Rogue wants to treat his life like a toy, and expects me to stand there and watch it."
"But you knew when you two started banging... that he was a stuntman."
Callie hit Marlow in her arm. Marlow always had to be so crass.
"Yeah, so?" Callie replied.
"So—" Marlow repeated. "You fell in love with a dark and dangerous bad boy and now you're upset that he's actually a dark and dangerous bad boy?"
Callie never thought of it that way. Sure, when she met Rogue the bad boy thing attracted her, but his good heart is what made her stick around.
"Rogue Stockton can do anything, so why does he have to do the one thing that puts his life in danger, huh?" Callie declared, slapping her hands on the side of the table. Her heart raced uncontrollably with the idea she could ever be accused of being a hypocrite.
"Because, Callie. It's his life to do as he pleases. Isn't that also the reason you came looking for fame in Cali?" Marlow pointed out.
Callie turned her head to the side and pretended she wasn't listening. She knew that in a few days he'd have his big jump stunt over Death Gorge and didn't know how to stop it.
Marlow ate the last piece of sushi on the plate.
"All I'm saying is, don't give up so easily. I haven't seen you this happy in I don't know how long. Happiness is a good look on you," Marlow said.
Callie only shrugged not sure what to say. She knew Rogue was going to have his big rehearsal for his stunt tomorrow. But was she going to be there?
Chapter Seven
Callie woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of a motor rumbling outside her loft door. The first thing she saw when she peered through her window is a white leather jacket. Rogue's eyes glowed red in the dark. Callie pulled on her favorite t-shirt and slipped on a pair of flip flops before marching outside.
"You couldn't call?" Callie asked arching a brow. But she guessed she couldn't expect a werebear to know much about common decency.
"It's not like you would have picked up anyways," Rogue grunted, getting off of his bike and standing close to Callie.
Before she could say anything. Rogue grabbed her face with both hands and sucked her tongue in his mouth. Callie felt her skin getting hot, starved to feel Rogue's heat again.
She shoved him away, knowing that if things got too intense the ache she felt would become too unbearable.
"Nothing's changed, Rogue. You made it perfectly clear that you care more about jumping the gorge than you care about me..." Callie sassed, folding her arms across her chest.
Rogue could hardly keep down his craving to inhale Callie's scent and taste the warmth of her heat. Callie wasn't wearing a bra underneath her t-shirt, and to Rogue, the sight of her breasts were undeniably tantalizing.
Rogue grabbed the back of Callie's hair, tilted her head back and parted her lips for his tongue. Callie's nipples pressed up against Rogue's hard chest. His eyes yearned to take it much further, but Callie's sense told her to stop.
She squeezed past him, unraveling from Rogue's hot-blooded embrace.
"You can't just show up here in the middle of the night expecting to use me as your booty
call..." Callie rolled her eyes, dashing back up the stairs.
Rogue charged after her and grabbed her curvy hips as Callie braced herself on the railing. He then slipped one finger into her moist panties and started massaging her clit. Callie moaned arching her back up against Rogue's chest as he slowly plunged one finger, then two, into Callie's wet pussy. The two of them fucked each other right where any of Callie's neighbors could see her.
Rogue didn't care. As a werebear, he possessed zero shame about when and where he wanted to claim his mate. Callie hitched a breath when he slipped his fingers out of her. No matter how pissed off she got at him, Rogue drove her literally insane whenever he got too close to her. Rogue shoved down his jeans his insatiable need urging him to fuck. Pre-cum dribbled down the head of his cock before he drove his shaft inside Callie's eager heat.
Callie moaned again, grinding her hips against Rogue's rigid cock.
"Do you still want me to leave?" Rogue growled.
Callie shook her head no, only wanting for Rogue to force himself inside her harder and harder. Rogue groaned watching as his cock ground inside her with one final convulsive thrust. Both Rogue and Callie came together at the bottom of her apartment stairs. Their bodies were kept warm by the dry Los Angeles heat.
Callie pulled herself off of Rogue's length.
"Now, go get some sleep," he commanded her. Callie could barely walk up the stairs and nearly tripped before Rouge caught her.
"Sometimes I wish I never met you," Callie uttered in a weak tone.
Rogue didn't answer. He just held her, making sure to carefully lift her up the stairs. Rogue shouldered open her apartment door. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Marlow fast asleep on her futon. He toted Callie to her bedroom and then eased her down on her bed. Even though he lived his life on the edge, he wanted nothing more than Callie's safety. He had claimed Callie's as his the first day he saw her, and he would let no one come and do her any harm. Callie could barely keep her eyes open when Rogue pulled up her covers all the way to her shoulders. And when she fell into a deep sleep, he softly kissed her forehead and vanished into the night.
Chapter Eight
Callie awoke to a knock at her door. Her eyes widened when she glanced through her peephole. She recognized the faces of the savage looking men at her door.
“If you don’t get away, I’m going to call the police!” Callie cried.
When Callie refused to open the door, the three werebear thugs from the night of her first date with Rogue came shambling inside. They nearly broke the hinges off of her door.
“We’ve got some unfinished business that needs to be settled, sweetheart,” The most brutal looking man standing in the middle growled. “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Charge and that’s Strike and Ravage.”
Callie shook her head, shivering all over.
“If you’re looking for Rogue, he’s not here!” she shouted.
Charge hunkered down closer to Callie, so he could look upon her at eye level “If we can’t find, Rogue...we can just take the next best thing.”
Callie flung a pillow at Charge’s face and then booked it to her kitchen. Charge and his bloodthirsty werebear brethren just laughed deep in their stomachs. Callie got cornered against a wall, she turned her eyes away from Charge’s craving gaze.
“Let me guess, you’re just another small town girl looking for fame in Hollywood. Let me tell you, we see little curvy girls like you and each one of them goes back home with their ‘tails’ between their legs— with nothing but a broken dream,” Charge grunted pressing his nose up against Callie’s neck and inhaling her sweet scent.
Callie trembled underneath Charge’s weight, feeling his rough hands move slowly up her thigh.
“We’re here to even the score...” The two other werebears snickered.
Charge then grabbed Callie’s arm and dragged her through her living room. The other werebears just stood by, watching as Charge forcefully led her to his motorcycle. Marlow had already left to do her day shift and Callie’s cellphone got abandoned in her bed room.
“Please, Rogue and I don’t even talk to each other anymore...” Callie squealed.
Charge whirled around. “That’s not what it looked like last night,” he grinned.
Oh my god! Was Charge and his thugs there the whole time last night when Rogue came to see me? Callie couldn’t feel more embarrassed, especially knowing Charge had seen her in her most intimate moments.
“You love him. It’s written all over you face,” Charge jeered Callie, he loved making her feel like he had all of the control.
“Rogue would never let you get away with this. Once he finds out I’m missing—he’s going to come looking for you...” Callie insisted.
Charge shrugged and said, “That’s exactly what we want...”
Charge then forced Callie into a kneel and tied her wrists behind her back. Her bright red curls cascaded over her face as she struggled against him. He’s then stationed her on the back of his motorcycle. Charge stomped his foot on the gas, and the three of them rode off into the valley.
*
“Rogue!” Marlow hollered at the top of her lungs. Rogue veered around when he saw a hysterical Marlow speeding towards his direction. Rogue started preparing to rehearse for his stunt—the jump over Death Gorge.
Rogue cocked his head to one side. “Marlow? What are you doing here? It’s dangerous, I only have a few hours before my show,” he snarled.
“It’s Callie. I showed up early from my shift at the diner, I-I-just to pick something up from our apartment. Then I saw that someone had completely and utterly trashed the place,” Marlow recalled. “Then I saw claw marks scrawled on the side of our wall, and the message said ‘bring us Rogue we’ll kill the girl.’ ”
Immediately, Rogue knew that it must have been Charge and the rival clan trying to get back with revenge. Charge’s clan was so far in the valley that Rogue would have to make a choice between making the jump over Death Gorge or rescuing Callie and saving her life.
Rogue had been waiting his entire life for this moment. The moment that he could follow in his brother’s footsteps. He been training for hours, healed from several broken bones and near-death injuries—all for this moment. The noise of the rowdy crowd already echoed in his ears as he entered the stadium. They all came to see Rogue. And leaving also meant he’d have to disappoint them.
Marlow started to lose her patience. “We can’t just stand around any longer. You need to make a choice! I know you and Callie have been distant lately, but that’s because she’s worried about seeing you kill yourself trying to prove something that really doesn’t even matter...”
Rogue sniffed the air, grunting. He didn’t care whether or not any of this mattered to Callie. What he cared about was the legacy of his brother, Thrash. Rogue then moved quickly, and straddled his bike ready to ride off into the middle of the stadium. But as he reached the exit, the memories of how he and Callie met started flooding to the front of his brain.
As much as he wanted to make his brother Thrash proud, he also did not deny the love that he had for his one true mate. Callie came out of nowhere and made him see how reckless he had been with his own life. And now, he had to go find her—save her, before it was too late.
“Get on!” Rogue roared at Marlow. Marlow’s body stiffened as she hesitated to get on the back of the bike. Then she took a deep breath and hopped on. They blazed down to the dark L.A. streets, swerving through traffic and speeding through red lights.
Rogue growled to himself. “Callie, I’m coming.”
Chapter Nine
Everything smelled like dirt and it made Callie twitch her nose. Callie stomped her bare feet in the grass as she struggled against her restraints. Charged looked out ahead, devoid of emotion. Two hulking werebears, Strike and Savage, crunched on fish bones. One of them came lumbering towards Callie with lustful eyes. Hot drool watered from his mouth.
Callie, with her wrists tied behind her back, tr
ied to shove him away, but the giant bear fiercely nuzzled its nose against her warm breasts and then stuck out its sopping wet tongue and licked her face.
“God, you have the worst breath!” Callie squealed, getting sick of werebears or were-whatevers already.
“I think I see something out there,” Charge said seeing a light break on the horizon.
Strike and Ravage shuffled around with their jaws turned up in a snarl.
Suddenly, the lights disappeared in the dark.
“What kind of game do you think you’re playing, Rogue...” Charge grunted glowering into the night.
Charge then hit down on the earth hard and roared in the air. Dark black fur pierced through his skin and claws violently grew out of his nails. Charge brashly sniffed the air—now completely transformed as a werebear. He stalked through the dirt seeking out any scent of Rogue on his territory.
“Coward!” Charge ferociously growled. “What are you hiding for? Do you want to save your precious bitch or not?”
Suddenly, a brown blur vaulted out of the darkness, pouncing on top of Charge and knocking him over. Charge whirled around, lifting his shaggy arm and slamming his paw heavy against the earth. Rogue barreled out of the way and roused up to his haunches.
“We don’t have to fight Charge, just give me Callie and I’ll never cross into your territory again,” Rogue grunted, fixing his gaze onto Charge.
Rogue knew that he had to watch his back, or Charge’s clan would try to ambush him.
“There’s only one way out of this Rogue. It’s either her life—or, yours,” Charge laughed in the pit of his heavy stomach ready to attack Rogue at any moment. Rogue now saw there was no reasoning with his enemy, and he had to fight him to the death.
Rogue trampled towards Charge and gripped his back with his claws. With a forceful rip, Rogue snatched out a chunk of Charge’s fur when he bit down on his back leg.
“Rogue!” Callie blurted out, recognizing his dark red eyes.