by C Y Jones
9
Aspen
After that arsehole hit me, I discontinued all forms of communication, instead choosing to focus on the scenery out the window, not like the big brute cares. He hasn’t engaged me either. All pretenses of acting like he’s an all right wolf was revealed as soon as his hand made connection with my face. I’m grateful for the silence. I think my ignoring him would offend him even more than me disagreeing with the bullshite that comes out his mouth.
We just left the borders of Washington State. My heart plummeted when I saw the sign that said ‘thank you for visiting’ a while back. Now we’re in Oregon, and I’m seriously worried this arse won’t be bringing me back. Will today be the last time I see Ethan? I haven’t seen my other mates since before the big fight with the mages on Tyler’s pack lands, and what about my mum? I miss her dearly, and the pups I never even knew existed until I gave myself up for them. Already I can feel myself sinking into some sort of depression, or maybe this is me panicking. Another hour goes by with an endless road before Axil turns into a heavy forested area. A few miles in, the road narrows and the Hummer bounces us along the rocky terrain. This area has a lot of hills and the trees are so full I can barely see anything through their bright green leaves and dark trunks. If I wasn’t currently being wolfnapped, I would think it was beautiful here.
“What are you thinking about, little wolf?” He asks, interrupting my thoughts. Scowling, I keep my focus on the greenery outside, which only seemed to amuse him. “Are you giving me the silent treatment now? Usually couples don’t start doing that until after a year of mating,” he mocks in an amused voice, baiting me. He wants me to get angry and lash out like before, but I refuse to be his fists’ entertainment. “Well, since you’re being quiet, now will be a good time as any to tell you the rules,” he continues, not at all bothered by my silence.
Damn the cocky arsehole.
“I like to be in control. I’m a firm believer in females being seen and not heard, so your silence right now is a big fucking turn on. In the bedroom, I want a whore who knows how to pleasure their mate. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you my likes and dislikes. Soon, you’ll be perfectly trained, and will do your part by birthing me a bunch of powerful heirs. I cum a lot and it’s nice and thick. I’m sure I’ll knock you up the first time we fuck. Keep in mind as long as you don’t bore me, I won’t give you to my pack after you bear me a couple strong sons.”
I think I’m going to be sick. The very thought of him touching me makes me want to hurl. I’m thankful when he stops talking again, but the huge bulge in his groin tells he’s still thinking about what he wants to do to me, and I get even sicker. When he catches me staring, he winks, and I quickly look away.
“Twelve inches, baby,” he brags. “I’m going to have fun breaking you in. Those pups you’ve been fucking has nothing on this,” he states as he grabs my hand and places it on his very hard groin to prove his point. When I try to yank my hand back, he squeezes my fingers together tightly, almost breaking them, and I cry out in pain. “Didn’t I tell you I like control? Your body is mine. These fingers belong to me,” he growls. “Now apologize,” he orders.
“I’m sorry,” I spit out hatefully, giving him a murderous glare. If looks could kill, he would be roadkill stuck to the asphalt in the middle of the road and continuously ran over.
“I think you can do better than that. Maybe I should start your training now?” He murmurs.
Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, he uses his other hand to unbutton his pants. He’s not wearing any underwear and his very large dick springs out hard and ready. Holy shite, he wasn’t bullshiting about the twelve inches.
“Wrap your hand around my dick,” he orders, and I shake my head no. ”I said wrap your hand around my dick,” he growls menacingly.
“Please, don’t do this,” I plead. Flashbacks from that douche’s party where I was almost raped start to flash in my head, and my breathing increases as the panic starts to set in.
“I suggest you do what I say. I’m not a very patient wolf. Right now, all I’m asking for is a simple hand job. You keep pissing me off and I’ll pull over and it’ll be your mouth around my dick instead.” The threat is clear, and I know I don’t really have a choice. Reluctantly, I wrap my hand around his thick cock as far as I can since he’s housing a monster, and he groans in approval. “Good girl. Now use my precum as lube and work my cock up and down.” Again I do as he asks, stroking his dick just the way he wants. Closing my eyes, I pretend it's one of my mates cocks and it’s their groans filling the car. When he starts to swell I know he’s close and his loud shout of, “open your eyes,” has me snapping my eyes open. With a roar, he cums like a volcano and thick ropes of cum shoot up in the air and in my hand. “Lick your hand clean,” he orders. Wide eyed, I look at him like he has two heads. I don’t want his cum on my hand, I damn sure don’t want it in my mouth. Already his baby juice feels like acid burning my hand. “Aspen, don’t make me tell you twice,” he warns.
Slowly, I pull my hand to my mouth and lick it clean. His seed is just as thick as he said and it’s hard to swallow, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. Taking his eyes off the road, he smugly watches me, relishing in my discomfort. When he’s satisfied, he turns his attention back to the road, but not before saying, “I’m not a patient wolf. I expect people to do things as soon as I tell them. Keep this up and I’ll turn you over to my Betas, where you’ll be sucking five cocks a night until you get your shit together.”
I’m literally on the roadway to hell. If he’s doing this in his car, I can’t imagine what he’ll do to me once he gets me back to his pack. We drive a little farther before getting to a set of steel gates wrapped in barbed wire and I couldn’t help thinking his place looks like a prison. A guard that looks like he could bench press the Hummer we’re in, waves us in and Axil drives the car through the gates.
“I thought we were going to dinner?” I ask panicking.
“We were, until you pissed me off. Now we’ll be eating here,” he answers nonchalantly.
I don’t know how far his home is from the gates, but it feels like forever before we pull up in front of a dark cabin. It’s huge. Way bigger than my father’s estate. Hell, he could probably fit half his pack in here.
“Who all lives here?” I ask curious. I might as well start gathering intel. It might help with my escape.
“My Betas and their mates, for the ones who have them, the Omegas that keep up the house, guests, and now you,” he answers.
That didn’t sound like a lot of people to house this monster of a home, and he made sure not to give away too many deals. Shutting off the ignition, Axil steps out the car without even bothering to button his jeans back up, and the wolves standing guard give me a knowing glance. I even catch a couple of them sniffing the air like it gets them off to smell their Alpha’s seed on me. It isn’t until we step into the entry of his huge home that Axil decides to button his jeans and another bulky guard who looks like he bench presses cars for shits and giggles steps to Axil’s side. What the hell is he feeding these wolves? Children?
“Brian, this is my soon to be mate Aspen, Aspen this is my Beta and second in line Brian.” I don’t say anything and the big brute only gives me a cold stare and grunts in greeting like he’s channeling the Hulk. I guess that’s the norm for him, because Axil doesn’t say anything about it.
“I’m going to take her to my floor. Gather the others and wait for me in the office, we have business to discuss,” Axil orders, and Hulk/Brian goes off in the other direction.
Walking down a long hallway and passing I don’t know how many doors, we take a steep staircase to the second floor where we walk down another long hall until we reach a dead end and Axil lays his hand on oil painting hanging on the wall. A second later the whole wall slides open revealing a spiral staircase to the third floor. I would think it was cool if I wasn’t terrified. Without Axil’s palm, there’s no way out of here.
The third fl
oor is nothing but a huge living area. Basically a mancave on steroids. It was nice and open with plenty of windows letting in the evening light. The first thing I see is a theater room. A projector screen takes up one of the walls, surrounded by theater style seating, framed posters of Marvel and X-Men movies, and an authentic popcorn machine in the corner. Another wall has rows of vintage video games, a hockey table, and a polished pool table set dead center of what I’m guessing is game room. To the left of that is a replica of the iconic Cheers bar complete with stool seating. Every liquor you could imagine sits on the polished shelves calling my name. I need to get shite faced after that car ride.
To the right is another lounging area with a massive leather sectional and a huge flat screen mounted on the wall. On the floor, covering the beautiful dark hardwood floor is what looks like a bear rug and on top of that a unique looking glass table with a see through compartment filled with condoms, lube, and other sexual paraphernalia. On the wall was colorful paintings of barely clothed or naked women in various sexual poses. The jerk even has a high tech movie camera in here. The kind directors would use to film a movie. It only takes one guess to figure out what goes on in here. When I walk into another room I find his own personal gym, and next to that, a steam room decorated to look like a spa.
Towards the back is his bedroom, and as we walk toward it, I feel like he’s leading me to my doom. The room is big, like the rest of this place, void of any color except black. The floors are a cool black marble, his bed is a king size black lacquered four poster affair in the middle of the room. His dresser is black, as well as the vanity and armoire that sit in one of the corners of the room. At the end of the bed, he has a kneeling bench with a black cushion. The kinky freak even had one of those St. Andrews crosses in the far corner next to the window. Staring up at the ceiling, I notice various hooks in odds places throughout the room, and my face pales when I realise what they’re for.
The whole time I’m looking around Axil doesn’t say anything. He’s content to let me explore uninterrupted as I check out his domain. With each finding, I want to run for the hills. His kink was everywhere. Nothing about how he lives is harmless. I open a drawer to find it filled with crops, whips, rope, and even zip ties.
Who the fuck keeps zip ties in their bedroom drawer?
This wolfnapping a-hole apparently. His bathroom has a stripper pole in it, and in the glass walk-in shower is another hook in the middle of the three waterfall heads. The last two rooms are a huge closet and his own private office with an attached patio. Another video camera is set up in here and under the desk is a black cushion laid out exactly in front of the chair. Apparently the sick fuck wants you comfortable while sucking his dick as he works. In the corner of the office is a cage, not for a dog, but a shifter. On the front of the cage is an iron plated sign that says ‘Time Out’. WTF, is he serious? Wide eyed, I look at him, and he gives me a smug smile, one that says he bought this just for me. Shifting my eyes away, I look at the wall that has nothing but screens, showing the outside and the main rooms in the house, including all the rooms up here, except the bedroom and bathroom.
When I step outside, I take a deep breath, but still I don’t calm down and I wish I could fully take in the beauty of it. The set up out here is nice and surprisingly normal. His kink is no where to be found, it even has a fire pit, and miniature water fall with a jeweled tiled backsplash, but it’s still encased in this prison/sex dungeon, or whatever the fuck you want to call this place. This was Hell on Earth and the pretty arsehole smirking across from me was the devil.
“I have business to conduct. I’ll be back for dinner. Someone will bring you lunch in a little bit,” is all he says before leaving me to my dreary thoughts.
Shortly after Axil leaves, a woman only a couple years older than me enters the room and places a tray filled with food on the table out on the patio.
“Hi,” I say, taking in her skinny form.
She has on one of those sexy maid uniforms and sky high heels. She’s very pretty, beautiful even, but she could stand to eat a couple of cheeseburgers. Besides her huge boobs, everything else on her is small and she’s very human, which surprises the hell out of me. Instead of replying, she continues to set my food on the table with shaking hands.
“I’m not going to harm you,” I try again, and she slowly lifts her gaze to mine. “What’s your name?” I ask.
“Lala,” she replies in a soft voice.
“I’m Aspen, nice to meet you,” I say, holding my hand out. She doesn’t move to shake it so I lower it sheepishly.
“I was told to leave an outfit out for you to change into after you eat. I’ll leave it on the bed. Master Bloodmoon said he will join you later,” she says in her soft voice before quickly scurrying away.
“Master,” I scoff. Fuck that. Axil better think twice if he thinks I’ll ever call him that. Frowning, I look down at the food Lala brought me. A plate with a simple club sandwich and ‘slaw. She was also nice enough to leave what smells like freshly squeezed lemonade with slices of lemon and strawberries floating in the glass. At first, I was going to toss the food over the railing, but that would be a stupid move, and I’ll only be hurting myself. I haven’t eaten all day, I couldn’t afford to get weak, so I chow down on the food and think. Axil has humans working for him. That in itself is crazy and weird all at the same time. I could easily tell the girl is frightened, so it's safe to say she’s a slave, and if he has one, there has to be more here. I get angry thinking about the demeaning outfit she had to wear. Going by how Axil treated me in the car, I hate to think what she goes through on a daily basis.
After I finish eating, I start to feel a little bit better now that I have some food in me. My shifter healing has already healed my swollen lip as well as the bruises on my arm left by my father. Venturing out the patio and into the office, I’m tempted to go through Axil’s shite to see what I can find. Maybe he left the code to the wall panel somewhere. Since Lala was able to come up here, I knew there had to be a code and not just work on Axil’s palm alone. I don’t see him stopping work just to keep letting people up here, but if there’s security screens in this office, it’s a logical conclusion that there is also some in his office downstairs. For all I know, he could be looking at me now.
Leaving the office, I head back into the bedroom and peer down at the outfit laid out for me on the bed. Where my father wanted to cover me up, Axil wanted me to show as much skin as possible, judging by the red lacy bra top and super short black leather skirt. The only underthings was a black thong that looked like a triangle attached to dental floss. I don’t know what sort of coverage I would get from them, nor was I looking forward to it riding my arse crack all evening. A pair of gorgeous Louboutins with a sky high heel completes the outfit, and I almost die from shock when I recognize them. They’re a limited edition pair made from actual crushed black diamonds. Only three pairs were made and they go for a small fortune. On the bed next to the outfit is a black velvet box, and I pick it up curious. Inside is a huge ten carat round diamond encased by a platinum band. I don’t even want to know how much this thing cost. Probably more than the shoes.
“Do you like it?” Axil asks behind me, scaring the shite out of me, and I hold my hand to my heart. I didn’t even hear him walk in here. A stupid mistake on my part. I’m in the enemies den. I need to pay attention.
When I turn my attention on him, I’m again shocked by what I see. Axil really is a gorgeous man, and the look on his face is almost vulnerable. He wants me to be pleased, to approve of him. Doesn’t the stupid git know he can’t buy love, at least not mine?
“It’s beautiful,” I tell him honestly.
Striding over to me, he raises his hand to cup my face, and immediately I flinch, making him drop his hand. A look I can’t quite decipher crosses his face, but he quickly schools his face back to his cold mask. Taking the ring box from me, he slides it onto my finger, replacing that cold look of his to one of pure possessiveness.
> “You know, if you do what you’re told I won’t hurt you. As long as you tend to my needs, you’ll live like a queen.”
“I’m not what you want. I’m a True Alpha. I don’t have a submissive bone in my body.”
“You’re wrong, at least you are about being what I want. You’re exactly the wolf that I want. I’ve waited for you for so long, since the first time I saw you running around your father’s yard as a pup. I knew then that you were special. I’m not a good man, and I don’t pretend to be one either, but I would never hurt you.”
I couldn’t help it, I laugh, and his face turns red with anger. “You have hurt me. You’re still hurting me by keeping me away from my true mates. I don’t know what deal you have with my father, but I will never willingly give myself to you.”
Apparently those are the wrong words to say, because he quickly goes from angry to livid in a blink of an eye. “Listen up Aspen, and listen good. I always get what I want. If it takes hunting those mates of yours down and killing them myself, I will. Make no mistake, I will have you,” he growls. “Now get dressed. I want to show you off to your new pack.”
I don’t push him any further. As much as I want to rebel, I don’t want him calling my father and having Ethen killed, so instead of chucking his stupid ring at his face like I wanted to do since he slid it on my finger, I grab the clothes off the bed and stomp into the bathroom like a sullen child to get a shower in. After I make sure the lock is firmly in place, I turn the complicated dials in the shower to adjust it to my liking. Quickly I wash off, happy to get his scent off me. It’s tainted, just like him and reeks of evil. At least I can still smell my mates, Ethan more than the others. A bright spot in the darkness, but it also makes me miss them dearly. Axil’s ring is heavy on my finger. I feel guilty for wearing it, like I’m betraying my mates, but I’m sure Axil wouldn’t appreciate it if I flush his ring worth more than a million dollars down the toilet.