Forced To Kill The Prince

by Hollie Hutchins

  Using his body to keep me up there, he finally takes his shirt off and unbuttons his jeans. I hear them fall to the ground, the belt scraping the wood as he kicks them away. His erection is hard against my ass and he slowly lowers me so I’m standing too. Lifting only one of my leg up, he starts to grind his pulsing member against my sex, leaving me breathless and wanton. “Lupe…” His name leaves my lips in a breathless whine. I gasp when he unexpectedly bite the crook of my neck. It feels so good and I don’t want him to stop. I want to feel him bite me harder and for some reason, I want to bite him too. Leaning closer, I let my lips find solace upon his collarbone and bury my teeth there until I can almost feel the skin break. No doubt, it’s going to bruise. He doesn’t seem to mind as a sensual growl escapes his lips and he once more sweeps me off my feet. This time, he carries me to the bedroom and I know we’re getting serious.

  He throws me on the bed unceremoniously and I barely have the time to take my dress off completely that he’s between my legs, his nose burying against my sex to inhale my essence. I get even more aroused at the sight, his dark eyes locked on mine as his teeth pull on my underwear to take it off me. His hands are strong as they glide across my thighs and my pulse is racing against time, most likely winning too. I’m so wet for him that he has no problems inserting two fingers inside me, my heat instantly clamping down on him as I moan loud and sexy for him. I claw at the bed sheets as his lips find their way to my taut skin and my body undulates under his ministrations. He’s sensual, he’s generous, I’ve never had a lover make me feel so incredibly aroused in my whole life.

  His lips move up my navel, kiss my hips and my stomach before wrapping around an erected nipple. He licks around it with passion and his gaze burns me to my very core. I shakily reach for his nape and pull him up, wanting to feel my lips against his. I suck on his tongue as it delves into my mouth and grinds my heated skin against his. I can’t stand it anymore, I want to feel him inside me. Using my feet, I try to push down his underwear as I hold him tight. Realizing what I was doing, he uses one of his hand to push them down and my feet are finally able to rid of them properly. I feel him at my entrance, kissing my lips with his crown. My heart feels like it’s about to burst when I finally feel him penetrate me. The stretch is amazing, he’s not small in the least. I can feel him against every sensitive cell of my passage and I become even wetter. He eases himself in in slow, languid thrusts and I can’t stop shaking due to how good it feels. My body’s on fire and he’s like fuel. We’re burning together and I love every second of it. When our navels are finally locked together, my eyes are wet with lust and I feel like I’m going to cry out in ecstasy the moment he’ll try to pull back. I feel him slowly pulling away and his eyes lock with mine and I think I whispered his name again but my voice is broken by shaky sighs. I close my eyes and roll my head against the pillow, his lips soon ravishing my neck with soft bites and kisses.

  My fingers grab his shoulders, nails sliding down the skin of his back with enough pressure that I’m probably leaving angry red trails upon his swarthy skin. He’s sweating and I’m getting there too, my hairline probably showcasing a few droplets as well. It feels amazing each time he pushes back into me and I can feel something incredible building up inside my stomach. I lean down and inhale his scent, unable to feel even more attracted to his musky, manly odor. There’s just something animal about him that reels me in and I find myself eating his neck with kisses before I can realize it. It’s visceral, my body is moving of its own accord without consulting my heart and my brain. My mind is clouded by lust and I can’t think of anything else but the movements of his basin as he rolls against me, sending waves and waves of pleasure to crash over me. He’s like the ocean and I’m a boat rowing desperately to get control over these waves, to no avail.

  When my climax hit, my mind blanks and my pleasure is ripped off me in a second. I feel my body shifting, something’s wrong. Everything was going so well and now my heart feels like it’s in a vice. I gasp for air and I choke on oxygen, my lungs burning and my chest tightening. I can feel my bones popping and my ligaments shifting. My body is morphing and I don’t know how to stop it. I don’t understand, I panic, I feel like I’m disappearing and something else is going to replace me! I scream as loud as I can but the sound of my voice is drowned by the thumping of my heart against my eardrums. Thump. Thump. Thump.

  Searing white pain electrifies my body and I move around. I can see me rip my pillows with claws that can’t be mine. I see a flash of my wolf-like appearance in the mirror, which I end up breaking with a solid punch. I scream again and claw at the wall, shove my lamp to the ground until there are millions of shards beneath my feet. I rush toward the door and kick it open but I barely have the time to grip at the wall that I feel something around my waist, restraining me. When I look over my shoulder, there’s another beast holding me. I fight and struggle, scream and bite. I feel my think sink into the flesh of its arm and the copper taste of blood on my tongue. I’m disgusted and enticed all at once. I see myself tearing the guy’s throat at the bakery, just like in the morning. Each time I blink, images of violence are burning behind my eyelids. The monster behind me howls in pain as I claw at him but it's still not letting go of me. No matter how I struggle, no matter how I hurt him. I’m in pain, I’m horrified of what I’ve become and I hope to all that’s good that I’m only imagining this. I even think about Lupe and wonder if, in my frenzy, I’ve hurt him. I wonder if I’ve killed him. Another scream escapes my lips but it sounds like a wolf howling at the moon. The monster’s arms hold me even tighter against him and I can feel his heartbeat against my back.

  I’m terrified but his presence is reassuring. Not only because I realize I’m not the only monster but because there’s someone with me to hold me. The pain in my body is still throbbing fiercely and I’m pretty sure I’m crying. I call for Lupe’s name but my lips won’t move. I search him, the bed, the carnage I made of my room but a few minutes later, fatigue has gotten to me. I lay in that beast’s arms and lose consciousness, unable to keep myself awake despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

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  CHAPTER 4 – Abducted

  I don’t know how many hours passed since I blacked out but I know that right now, I feel fine. I can feel myself stir and the memories of the night feel like they are nothing more than vapors from a dream. It was probably a dream too. Despite how vivid it was, I am sure that werewolves do not exist and I did not wreck my place and poor Lupe in the process of shifting. There’s no way I’ve done something like that. Sex was probably too intense with Lupe and I lost my mind when I passed out. I probably fell asleep right away. I’ll have to apologize once I’m fully awake and possibly bake him the best bread of all time to show that I’m seriously embarrassed by my behavior.

  Unfortunately, that happiness is quick to be erased by confusion when I feel something slick down the side of my face. My head is hurting too but it’s faint. Just a little thumping at the temple and it feels like half of my face is covered in sweat. No… it can’t be sweat. It’s too thick, too slick to be sweat.

  Blood. What I’m feeling is blood. The images of the previous night flash once more behind my eyelids and I shoot my eyes open. It’s dark but I can tell my vision is blurry. Werewolves do not exist. This was a dream. But blood? And darkness? I can hear whispers and feel the road when I focus. I’m moving. A sense of dread washes over me as I realize I’ve been abducted. Instantly, I think about Lupe and wonder if he’s responsible for this but I realize I’m already pushing that thought out of my mind and wondering instead if he’s okay. What if they hurt him to capture me? I want to struggle but I feel weak and my hands are tied behind my back. The sensation of blood dripping down the side of my face from my forehead disgusts me and I feel like I’m suffocating under that bag. I think it is a bag. There’s also a gag in my mouth and it tastes like gas. Like a dirty old towel someone can find in a garage. My chest heave as I try to b
reathe deeply but there’s a crushing weight upon it. My anxiety is through the roof at this point and I hope to all that’s good in the world that nothing bad happened to Lupe and that I’ll be able to reason with whoever it is that abducted me.

  A little over 20 excruciating minutes later, I’m taken out of what I assume is a van, the bag is ripped off my head and the fresh air of the night brush against my face. I’ve probably been asleep for a few hours because the sky was already getting clearer on the horizon. We’re closer to dawn than the dead of the night. I don’t really know why I’m thinking about all of this as my legs try to help me stand, as I’m being dragged toward a warehouse that can’t signify anything good. Realization hits me and I struggle, scream against my gag and try to free myself from the two men holding my arms. I squirm so much that one of them finally release my arm and I’m able to headbutt the other in the stomach. Without knowing where to go, I just start running but it isn’t long that my weak body betrays me and I fall flat on my face. With my hands locked behind my back by ropes, it’s not like I can do much. I try to crawl and I hear a few chuckles as the pair of gorillas pick me up again to bring me to my final destination. My escape attempt was thwarted before it even begun. I stand no chance against these men and the closer I get to the warehouse door, the louder my screams.

  Much to my dismay, it looks like we’re in the middle of nowhere. There’s not a soul in sight besides the men around me.

  I don’t understand. I don’t understand why this is happening. I’m just a baker, I’m not rich or influential enough to be worth abducting. My heart hammers in my chest as I’m finally dragged into the warehouse and I hear the rusty metal doors whine as they’re being closed behind me. It’s dark, it smells of dust and metal and the blood caked on my face has me shivering each time the breeze caresses it. My stomach growls and I curse myself because this is the worst moment for my body to be reacting in such a way. I hear a chuckle on my left. One of the men who dragged me in here seems to find it funny that I’d be hungry in such a situation. I’m not. My stomach is knotted and I’m terrified but I’m also furious. Again, I feel this unadulterated rage fill my veins like liquid fire and I don’t know why but I think about Ricky. I am convinced he’s responsible for this mess even if I haven’t seen him yet. This guy was weird, he just kept looking at me all the time and I can’t help but think he’s the one behind this situation. I bite harshly into my gag and something akin to a growl tries to break past my lips, to no avail. The gag suffocates most of the noise.

  I’m dragged to the center of the warehouse and kept in my spot by the same two guards. I want to scream at them to let me go but after taking such precautions to ensure I wouldn’t go, I doubted it was worth spending my breath. They finally release my arm when I pull to free myself and I hear steps coming from the opposite side of the warehouse, just in front of me. The gag is finally pulled out of my mouth but I can still taste the gas on my tongue. I raise my head again, my eyes searching the one who’s walking toward us.

  When the halo of the moon finally reveals his form, my eyes narrow to dangerous slits. A couple of meters in front of me stands Ricky, creepy grin extending the corner of his lips.

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  CHAPTER 5 – Rescue

  “I knew it!” I scream at him and he chuckles. I want to punch his gut and see him keel over for humiliating me like that. My feet propel me forward but I’m stopped again by two strong hands around my arms. They fix me on my spot and I’m forced to listen to Ricky as he starts talking about me. Each of his words sends shivers down my spine and not the good kind. I feel like I’m going to be sick with how much hate and anger is flowing through my system. It’s overwhelming me. I surprise myself thinking about Lupe, who has the complete opposite effect on me. Briefly, I wonder if this is part of the whole wolf shifting thing and if my hormones have been deeply affected by it. It still doesn’t make sense to me and I refuse to believe in werewolves.

  “You know, since the moment your cute little body made its way into town, I knew I wanted to make you mine.” Ricky starts and I flinch, gaze turning away because I can’t look at him while he says that. I’m grossed out and furious. “Well, if you wanted to flirt with me, let me tell you that you’re definitely NOT using the right method!” I put emphasis on the not to make him understand that I’m far from charmed and in fact, quite displeased by his attitude. He laughs again and continues, ignoring my complaint. “Doesn’t matter. I want you. Your smell calls me. It was made for me. You are bound to be my mate, no matter how much you refuse right now. You are mine, you’ve always been mine. An alpha female for an alpha male. Together, we’ll dominate this town.” When he starts talking about alphas and domination, my eyes widen in shock. Again, I might not be an expert on wolves but this is awfully familiar to what I hear about them on National Geographic. He is acting like he is the leader of a pack and I am his queen but I am definitely not interested in dominating over anything, especially not with him.

  “What the hell are you talking about?” My voice is shaky and full of barely contained fury. I have a hard time keeping my words and my teeth clench together. I seal my lips in a thin line, waiting for him to tell me more, explain why I’m here. Overwhelmed again by an indomitable sense of fury, I struggle against my captors. “TELL ME WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT? You can’t possibly believe I’ll fall for you after you treated me this way! Release me right now, Ricky or I swear to god I’ll kill you!” I’ve never been this angry and I can’t even recognize myself. I’ve never been a very violent person but whenever I’m in his presence, I just can’t help how furious I feel. It’s not even like magnets who push each other back, it’s like I’m pulled in by him and my desire to tear him apart. It’s like a punch to the gut, stealing my breath away and my sanity. I start struggling and I hear growls slipping past my lips. I hear Ricky laughing and barely have the time to see him gesture that I’m dragged away again. “No. NO, no, no, NO! Let me go!” I lean forward and try to bite one of them but I’m thrown unceremoniously into a cage. Instantly, I start fighting against the bars as if that was going to help me. I knock my shoulder once, twice, thrice against the door they just locked and keep fighting until they throw a dark blanket over it. I can’t see anything else. “Ricky! Get me the hell out of here! What do you think you’re doing!” I kick the bars and the noise resonates through the whole building. I can almost feel the vibrations on the ground. I keep screaming and fighting and then I realize that they’re walking away.

  I hear the sound of the warehouse door closing through the loud, unabashed thumping of my heart. I can feel my pulse race and my blood flowing through my veins. I’m hyperventilating as I sit down on the ground, panicking. I’ve never felt so angry and scared in my whole life. I try to reason with myself, tell my body that I’m going to be fine, that I just need to go along with what he said so I can get out of that cage but it feels like the bars are closing on me. Suddenly, the thought that I might die crosses my mind. If I end up unable to lie and going along with Ricky, what will he do with me? Will he dispose of me? He seems crazy enough to do something like that. My eyes are tingling and I know that I’m about to cry. Curling on myself, I try to ease the pressure on my chest by massaging between my breasts and taking a deep breath but it just won’t dissipate. The pain, the fear, the anger, all of these emotions make me want to collapse on the ground and cry. I think about Lupe and I feel the first tears slip down my cheeks.

  I want him to come save me. I want someone to come and get me out of here. I try to pinch myself but this is no dream, this is real and I’m shaking in fear.

  BANG.

  The sound of the front door exploding has me standing up again, hands wrapping around the bar. I try to pull the blanket off but I can’t. Something prevents me from pulling it off. The smell of burning iron reaches my nose and a wolf howl breaks through the atmosphere. I freeze on the spot. None of this can be real but after everything I’ve been going through in the last two
days, I’m starting to believe that maybe it is real. I’ve been trying to avoid the truth but I can’t keep denying what I’m witnessing. I might not be able to see it but the sound of fighting reaches me again alongside feral growls and the defining scent of canines. How I know this is how a wolf smell is beyond me but my instincts probably aren’t wrong. I recognize that scent too. It’s comforting. It’s just like the musk of the beast from the previous night. The one who held me as I went on a rampage and stopped me from destroying my entire house.

  “Let’s get her out of here!” Somebody grabs the cage and Lupe’s voice comforts me. I start crying as I realize my prayers have been answered. The blanket is ripped from the cage and I can see what’s happening. In the warehouse, black, white, grey and brown wolves are jumping at each other snarling. Lupe breaks into the cage and gets me out before I can react and he runs out of the warehouse with me. I hear a long, strenuous howl behind us and fury invades me again- it’s Ricky. I can tell just by the sound and I grip onto Lupe’s shoulder violently. So much that I’m digging crescents into his skin with my nails.

  Lupe opens the passenger door and pushes me inside his truck.