Bad Boy Werewolf: Bad Boys of BDSM (Werewolf New Adult BDSM Romance. Bad Boys of BDSM.) (7 page)

Another harder slap follows when my inner wolf still disobeys. He spreads my legs wider and his cock glides across my labia, grinds into my clit, spiking sensation through me like a rocket going off inside every nerve. I arch my back more, wanting him inside me now. The pain in my shoulder is barely existent at this point.

His thick glans stretches me as it enters my sex. I relax and open up for him, then my cunt walls clamp down around his shaft, urging his thrust deeper. Hi penis stirs a sublime friction that build pressure in my g-spot. I milk him with my pussy and push my ass backward into his every thrust, wanting more of him inside of me. We grunt, groan, and growl as we fuck.

Finally the pain in my shoulder is completely gone, and I feel stronger, healed, as my euphoria climbs. His thrust get faster, harder, but not too fast. The pressure inside me erupts, letting ecstasy flood my being. The wolf inside me sleeps as I tremble from an intense orgasm. I cry out in a human voice this time as I come hard and want this bliss to never stop.

His claws have retracted, and he grips my ass tightly, digging his finger in until there is exquisite pain. Then he pumps frantically in and out of my sex until he drives his penis deep and cums inside of me. After pulling out, he falls to the earth beside me and takes me into his arms. He unties my bound hands.

“How do you feel?” He wipes dirt from my face.

A satisfied grin spreads over my lips. “Amazing.”

He checks my wound and kisses the healed, puckered skin, then he checks me for any damage left by his claws. These welts receive kisses and tenderly licks also, as if his tongue is a salve to ease the stinging his scratches have left behind. Then we curl up near a fat pine tree. I snuggle closer and he wraps his arms tighter around me as we drift off to sleep.

***

Chapter 10

I have a strange dream that doesn’t feel like a dream. It’s too real, and in it I find myself staring down at the hands of a man. I’m that man. A glance in a nearby stream reveals the face of our enemy. Pierre Gévaudan stares back at me.

The brunette woman I saw him talking to in the woods joins him. Her heart-shaped lips are pulled down and her slightly upturned, brown eyes are narrowed as she looks at her father.

“You realize what you’re asking is beyond insulting?” She crosses her arms over her chest.

Words fall from my lips, but I don’t speak them. “If you are to be the alpha of Dark Moon, you must take a mate and produce an heir.”

“No, I don’t have to, actually. I can pick an heir from our wolves.” She steps closer, stares him down, though she has to look up. “I won’t trap Noah just because you don’t believe in my ability to lead alone.”

“It isn’t about that. It’s about tradition, family.”

She stabs a finger into his chest. “You said all wolves in the Dark Moon pack are family. I don’t have to pick an heir from blood alone. I trust everyone in this group, except you.”

“You’ll watch how you speak to me.”

She shakes her head at him and walks away, stopping near a maple tree a few feet ahead. “I’m not a child. I’ve proven I’m a competent leader these last few months, while you were too busy trying to strike deals to change humans who don’t want to be wolves, and make Regina your wife. Everyone in this pack trusts me. Ask them.”

“Will you do it for a dying old man?” He sighs wearily.

Her face clouds with fear and suspicion. “You’re not dying.”

“You saw what’s been happening to me. Bad genes, Brigette. Bad genes. I’ve been breaking down for years, and we both know it. I’ll either go insane or my body will simply fall apart. So grant me one last wish. Marry Noah. Have his child.”

She snorts in disgust, but still looks worried by Pierre’s words. “We don’t have a right to kidnap humans or wolves and hold them here, breed with them, against their will. Sometimes I think you’ve already gone insane.”

***

Our nap is interrupted by Adam’s return. He tosses our mud stained clothes at us. “Get up. We need to get moving.”

Dazed from my odd vision, I slowly get to my feet. Noah offers me a hand up and I take it, thankful for the help. After we’re dressed, we join Adam near his car.

“How’re you feeling?” He casts me a sympathetic look.

“I’m … okay.”

Noah frowns. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” I collect my thoughts, wondering how I should break the strange vision to them. “When I was asleep, I had a weird dream. That girl we saw in the woods with Pierre—Brigette—she was in it. She was telling her father she wouldn’t help him kidnap you.”

Noah looks at Adam and then at me. “Brigette never agreed with her father’s plan, but Pierre is dying. Bad genes. He used his health to manipulate her into going along.”

“Brigette’s always wanted to run the pack by herself,” Adam says. “I thought it was weird she’d go along with it. She definitely strong enough to be a lone alpha, but Pierre likes to cling to the old ways.”

Before I get a chance to say, ‘Maybe she could help us out with getting Rita back,” Adam’s smartphone rings.

“Hey, yeah. We’re on our way now.” He puts it back in his jacket pocket and looks at us. “That was Regina. She wants us to meet her at the tunnels. She’ll get us back into the lair.”

“Can we trust her?” I’m still sore about the fact she kept Noah’s whereabouts from me.

Adam smiles. “You never have to worry about Regina. The forest is fae territory. She only shows the tunnels to those she truly trusts. She’d never let you use them if you weren’t important to her.”

As we drive to the tunnels, where Noah took me earlier to hide me and himself from the pack, I learn they are a world within Glamour few know about, outside fairy beings. Regina showed the tunnels to Adam and Noah when they were planning a way to get him out. After Brigette broke his binding spell, he used them to get back through the veil to the human world.

“Andre and Pierre don’t know about the tunnels,” Noah tells me, as we walk down a hill that leads into one of these underground entrances. “So they won’t expect us this time.”

Just inside the dark earth, Regina joins us, handing out high powered flashlights to each of us.

“Brigette says they have Rita in solitary,” she tells us. “I’m going to create a portal to take us right to the floor. We’ll have the element of surprise on our side this time, but we need to get in and out of there fast.”

“Brigette is still helping us?” Noah looks hopeful.

Regina nods. “Setting you free was just the start. She’s through with Pierre’s games. She wants to turn him and Andre over to the Glamour leaders, and we’re going to help her do that.”

Adam smiles. “Glad we’ve got her on our side. I knew she wouldn’t desert us.”

It’s hard not to stare at Regina’s changed appearance, but I try not to be too obvious as we begin to travel down the tunnel that will lead us to an underground room where she’ll create the portal.

As I move past her, she stops me. “I’m sorry I had to keep this all a secret from you. I never meant for things to get so crazy like this.”

I wrap my arm around her shoulders and give her a quick hug before me walk on. “Don’t worry about it. Adam and Noah explained your reasons to me. I get it.”

She returns the hug as we continue down the tunnel.

After about fifteen minutes, weak light spills through an opening at the end of this earthen hallway. We enter a round, cave-like room where fire burns in ceramic bowls set on four pillars. This is our only light.

Noah, Adam, and I stand on the outside of these white columns while Regina walks between them. She places herself in the center, holds out her hands, closes her eyes, and begins to chant.

The air in front of her and between the first two pillars begins to flicker, like when a streaming video pixelates. The pressure inside the room changes, and it grows harder to breathe for a moment, as if our oxygen has thickened. Then the space between the pillars ripples and peels away, creating a ragged hole in reality. On the other side, another dark hallway emerges, but this one is made of concrete, and a few dim fluorescent lights line the ceiling.

Regina beckons, and we follow her through. She closes the portal behind us. The air smells like dead fish and rotting vegetables and the temperature drops. Doors made of patchwork metal riveted together line the corridor ahead of us. In each one, there is a tiny window with bars.

“She’s in the third one,” Regina whispers. “Adam, we’ll need your firepower to open it.”

We’re at door number two when the hallway fills with growling werewolves.

“Shit!” Noah shouts, before they attack us. “I thought you said Brigette was helping us?”

“She didn’t set us up,” Adam says, before Regina can. “They must’ve been watching for us.”

“I’m not convinced,” Noah snarls.

But there is no more time for arguing. The pack descends on us. Time to put my new werewolf genes to the test. Since high emotions can bring on the change, I’m hoping my lycanthropy kicks in soon. I feel the transformation start as one slender, teenage werewolf barrels straight toward me.

Claws sprout from my fingertips as my teeth and mouth extend. I sink these into the attacking werewolf’s shoulder and amaze myself with my strength as I throw him against a wall behind me. To my right, Regina fights off two wolves with thick vines that grow from her fingertips. She ties them up from head to toe and hurls them clear out of the hallway.

Adam and Noah have run to the end of the hallway to try and keep more wolves from entering. But the crowd of our attackers is growing, so Regina and I sprint to help the guys hold them off. As we get closer, I notice a familiar face in the pack.

Andre leaps on top of Adam and bares his long fangs. Adam rolls and throws him off then gets to his feet and goes in for a counter move. But Andre avoids his swiping claws. As he and Adam spar, another wolf comes in behind Adam. I shout for him to watch out, but it’s too late. Before we can reach him, the wolf slashes Adam’s back open. He goes down and Andre walks over top of him, intent on new prey: Noah.

Three wolves spill over the battle at the end of the hall and intercept me and Regina as we make our way toward Noah. I kick one in the balls and slash another across the face, frantic to get to Noah before Andre can. From the corner of my eye, I catch a flash of grey fur, but I can’t yet look away from my present battle. When a tortured howl fills my ears, dread makes my stomach sink to my shoes.

Regina and I battle our way free, but it’s too late. Andre and Pierre stand over a fallen Noah, and Andre raises a silver dagger high above his head. He plunges the blade between Noah’s shoulder blades then yanks it out, only to raise it once more.

He doesn’t get a chance to strike again, though. I lunge at him, landing my shoulder in his midsection just as Adam stands and rejoins the fight. Regina holds off Pierre while Adam and I do battle with Andre.

A spray of bullets stop us cold, and even Andre stills, but the cruel smile that spreads across his lips tells me we’ve got more trouble. I turn in time with Adam to see more werewolves standing with Pierre. They hold semi-automatic weapons pointed right at our heads.

“Silver bullets,” Pierre says, looking smug. “Unless you want to die, I suggest you surrender.”

With the odds stacked against us, we have no choice. Anger and fear burn in my gut as the werewolves and Andre roughly pull us to our feet. Regina is shoved toward us, and we’re lead to the very cell that was our goal. My werewolf side shrinks back within to lick its wounds, and I start to think of how we can get the hell out of here.

Pierre and Andre shove us into the prison while the others stand guard.

“Tell Rita I say hello,” Andre says, sneering at me before he slams the door shut and locks it.

***

Chapter 11

Noah has fallen near the wall to my right, lying with his back to us. His side rises and falls with ragged breaths, and I’m terrified the silver dagger has done lethal damage to him.

Against the opposite wall, we find Rita, Torn over Noah’s condition, I go to her with Adam, while Regina goes to check on Noah for us.

Rita’s chin rests against her chest. Her red hair is matted and dirty and her t-shirt is torn. Dirt cakes her jeans. When she looks up at us with bleary eyes, she barely recognizes me at first. Then a exhausted smile spreads across her face and she reaches out to gather me in a weak hug.

“I thought you all were dead,” she says, her voice hitching as she begins to sob. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“How are you?” I ask, rubbing some dried mud from her cheek. “Have they fed you or anything?”

She shakes her head. Her face pinches as she fights off tears. “Merry… Andre did something to me.”

Fear squeezes my chest tight. I look at Adam then back to Rita. “What did he do, sweetie?”

Slowly, she moves her hair away from her neck and shows me two bruised, purple bite marks. Adam curses and I want to punch a wall.

“Did you give him consent?” Adam asks. “I’m betting you didn’t.”

Rita wears a confused frown.

“To become a vampire,” Adam explains. “Did you give consent to be turned?”

Poor Rita looks horrified. A whimper escapes her, but she keeps it together. “No, I didn’t. He just sank his fangs into me and I started to feel weak. I passed out, and when I woke up I was here.”

Adam shakes his head. “Sonofabitch.” Then his face clouds with compassion. “I’m sorry.”

“I expected this, you know?” Rita’s voice is low and shaky. “Ever since he bit me, I’ve been so thirsty.” She turns shiny, desperate eyes on us. “I’ve been having dreams about blood, craving it.”

Adam runs a hand down his face, then he reaches out and wraps a gentle hand around Rita’s shoulder. “I can feed you.” He pulls off his jacket. “Until we can get you some blood substitute. It’ll help you get your strength back.”

“Merry, come here,” Regina calls to me. She bent over Noah, and when she turns to look at me I don’t like the raw fear in her eyes. “He needs your help.”

I cross the room quickly and kneel beside her.

“The dagger poisoned him,” Regina says, and a memory of Andre stabbing the silver weapon into Noah lances my brain. “You’re going to have to heal him, draw the poison out. Do you know how?”