I pulled my top down and brought his lips to my tight nipples and he sucked on them and gave them a soft bite that made me quiver and moan. He knew I liked it and immediately pulled my bottoms down. "Let's see how wet you are" he softly said. He stuck two fingers inside me and it made my whole body relax as he curled them in and pulled them out again, revealing two very sticky fingers. "You want more ?" I nodded and pushed his hand back inside of me as he pushed them in slowly and deeply inside me. Then he turned his hand over and it made me moan when he came down and began to suck on my clit and get me closer and closer to an orgasm. I pulled his head up and stroked his hair, all I wanted was his cock. He began to get harder and I got more and more anxious. "Please put it in me" I pleaded but he told me to be patient. I could do that and he didn't disappoint when he slowly stopped eating me out and jacked himself off in front of my opening. It was so hot as he fingered me deeper and harder I thought he was never going to put it in me when he flipped me over with my legs and fucked me hard and deep. I gasped when he entered me because of how veiny and ribbed his dick felt inside me. He pushed deep and kissed my back and neck as he clenched my nipple and twisted it making me moan. I was confused because I am in love with another shifter who loved me equally. How can this be possible? How am I going to deal with this?
Tayja
I am running. Running faster than I've ever run before, my feet pounding the ground so hard that at any moment, I ought to lift off the ground and take flight. Screams are stuck in my throat, terror blinding me to the wicked branches tearing at my clothes and holding me back, keeping me trapped on the ground. I am being chased by the figure from my nightmares. The figure from my reality. I'm about to break free, about to return to the skies when a loud BANG explodes behind me. Now I am falling, falling, falling into a deep dark hole. A hand seizes my throat and suddenly everything is black, nothingness, nonexistent, null. Is this what it feels like to die? Is this how they felt?
~~~
A blinding light greets me the next time I dare to open my eyes. Brilliant whiteness overpowers my vision and I close my eyes to block out the intense glare. My brain is muddled and dim, my thoughts as viscous as crystallizing honey. My head feels like it weighs three times too much and the weight might pull me over backward. My skin is hot, but I'm shivering. I feel like death incarnate. The light from the other side of my eyelids dims significantly. I open my eyes again to see a figure standing above me with no face. I hear myself screaming as I lose consciousness again.
~~~
My eyes drift open slowly, my head still hazy. I have no memory of where I am. I'm not entirely sure who or what I am. I don't really care, either. But I feel like I should.
I'm staring at something off to my left side. A variegated brown blur, indistinct but for the darker streaks running through it. I blink a few times and with a stabbing pain as my eyes focus, the murky shape becomes the wall of a rustic log cabin. My head spins as my eyes drift upward, searching for relief from the razor-sharp clarity. The ceiling is a void of darkness. My eyes slide closed as I feel the vacuum above sucking my body up, up, into the void and I succumb to the blackness.
March 26
This time I wake slowly, awareness dawning so gradually that by the time I realize I'm staring at a lamp, I don't know if it's been twenty seconds or two hours. My head feels clear at last, but I am overwhelmingly tired. I have vague memories of waking here before and feeling sick.
But where is here ? I don't know this place. Dread begins to creep into my body, making me dizzy with fear and scaring away tiredness for a moment. I mentally pull myself together and take stock of the situation, something I know I've had to do before to survive. My eyes dart around the room, taking in as much information as they can. I seem to be in a cabin. I am lying in a warm bed nestled between the silkiest sheets I've ever touched. A window to my left reveals that darkness has enveloped the cabin. Did I see light from this window before? Snow is stuck to the glass panes, peering in at me. A snowy evergreen branch slaps the window, the sight of it sparking something in me.
The memory of running suddenly hits and sends me curling up into myself with a familiar terror. They are chasing me. I am being hunted. They won't stop until I'm dead too.
My body is shivering in fear when I remember the new plan to keep me safe. I'm moving to Alaska. A plane took me from Seattle to Fairbanks, I slept in a motel room just down the road from the airport, and I remember the helicopter we took the next morning. But I can't remember anything after the helicopter. The memory of running resurges, but I tamp it down. I dream about running in terror most nights. That was just another dream.
I look at the cabin around me. I must be in the safehouse Johnston was taking me to. The memory of Johnston, my handler, smiling kindly at me while reassuring me that he'd protect me at all costs makes me feel just a little bit calmer. I seize that thought like a drowning girl. I just need to convince myself that I'm safe, that Johnston is on the other side of the door in the corner with that light coming under it - with that shadow in the middle - it must be Johnston, coming to check on me. Everything is fine.
My carefully crafted reality shatters when the door opens and the man who walks in is not Johnston. Terror comes flooding back when the man and I make eye contact. He freezes and takes a step back. He's wearing a plaid, long-sleeved shirt and a black ski mask over his face. This is almost cartoonish. I survived so long, knowing the faces of the men who almost murdered me, only now to be killed by a man in a ski mask. Are they trying to play with me before they kill me? I clutch at the sheets in front of me, my only defense.
"So you're awake, then." His voice is gruff, raspy, and sounds strained. He coughs. Even if I try to respond, the terror constricting my throat won't allow any sound to pass through. He must notice my fear, because he quickly adds, "I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe. No one can find you here."
I feel my brow furrowing. I don't understand. Nice, safe people don't wear ski masks when they come to talk to you. But his voice doesn't sound like either of the two that haunt my dreams.
My survival technique kicks in again. I create my own version of reality and convince myself it's true. Everything is fine. This is normal. He works with Johnston. This man is here to help you. Everything is fine.
Clinging to my last threads of security, I timidly ask, "Where's Johnston?"
He pauses. "Who?"
I pull the blankets closer as my facade crumbles. Where am I? Who is this man? Where is Johnston? Why would he tell me that no one can find me here? Is that a threat?
Waking up in a strange place with gaps in my memory is disturbing enough without a masked man making vaguely threatening statements. The fact that he somehow knows I'm hiding from someone is even more suspicious.
The spiraling terror of a panic attack threatens. I can't let it take control of me now. I have to stay here, present. I have to get answers. I have to be OK. Everything is fine, everything is fine.
"How do you know someone is looking for me?" I ask, my voice little more than a squeak.
"You talked while you were delirious."
"Delirious?"
"You've been very sick. I didn't think you'd make it."
"How did I get here?"
"I found you in the woods, half-frozen to death. You had a gash on your temple. I think you may have hit your head pretty hard."
He found me in the woods? My last memory is of riding in the helicopter. How did I come to be in the woods? I want to ask, but I doubt he knows.
"Do you remember how you got there?" he asks.
I shake my head and continue to eye him. He has turned to face me, but his right side is angled away. I can only see his left eye. I can't tell if the ski mask is blocking the other eye or if something else is covering it. He holds a makeshift wooden tray that looks more like a spare plank than a real tray. On the tray is a glass of water and a bowl. I notice he is holding the tray oddly, only with his left hand. His right is tucked up against his midsection, the hand encased in a glove. The knuckles on his left hand gripping the tray are turning white. With his facial expressions hidden from me, his death grip is the first indication I've seen that he is nervous too. That strikes me as odd. Why would he be nervous around me? I pose no threat to him. He looks away from me and coughs again, the items on the tray rattling dangerously. He looks down, then back to me.
"Are you hungry? I have broth."
I nod, realizing that I am famished. My stomach growls immediately. He walks forward and I frown slightly. He has a noticeable limp. His right leg seems much weaker than his left. He sets the tray on the bed next to me and pauses, looking away quickly when he sees my expression.
"Do you need help? With the broth, I mean."
I release the sheets I've been clinging to and sit up, reaching for the bowl. I freeze when I see the sleeve of the shirt I'm wearing. I am not wearing my own clothes. This is a man's shirt.
"These aren't my clothes."
I look up at him in horror. He gives no indication that he's heard me.
"Did - did you change my clothes?" I ask breathlessly.
He glances back up at me. "Yes," he says, his rough voice sounding careful, "because the clothes you were wearing were wet and freezing. But I didn't, umm," he stops, exuding discomfort. "I was respectful." I continue to stare at him, feeling my face heat and my ears burn. His left eye looks away from me, his right obscured by the ski mask, which is sewn shut over the right eye. Is the entire right side of his body damaged? He steps back and clears his throat. "You think you can manage on your own?"
"Yes," I say.
"Good. I'll be out there. If you need anything," he adds almost as an afterthought, already limping quickly from the room as though he'd been eagerly awaiting the chance to leave it.
After finishing the meal, I consider the man who delivered it. He didn't murder me on the spot, which is either a good sign or a really really bad sign. For the sake of my sanity, I'm going to choose to believe this is a good thing. Why is he wearing that mask? It freaks me out. What happened to him that caused such damage to his right side? Suddenly a thought pops into my mind. Perhaps he'd had a debilitating stroke. That could certainly cause loss of function throughout one half of the body. It would also explain the mask if he was unable to control half of his face and particularly ashamed of it.
But I don't think I've ever heard of anyone under fifty having a stroke. I'd been assuming he was a younger guy, but I don't suppose I have any evidence to back that up. His voice sounded so rough, it could certainly belong to an older man. He didn't act or speak in a way that suggested he was young. Or old. Well, there was that line about being respectful. Perhaps he's an awkward but well-meaning old man, his body ravaged by a stroke and his face embarrassingly paralyzed. It's a thought that brings me a modicum of peace. Everything is fine.
March 27
I wake up again, still feeling weak, exhausted, and entirely uncertain what time it is or even what day it is. The tray with my empty soup bowl is gone and has been replaced with a glass of water and a sandwich. The gentle, caring nature my host seems to possess reaffirms my hope that he's just a feeble old man.
I glance at the window and see that it's dark still. Or dark again? How long has it been since I last woke? I eat the sandwich, another indication that a significant amount of time has passed. I frown and try to think. What happened during the many gaps in my memory? How long has it been since I rode in that helicopter, looking out over snowy fields and forests? The imagery reminds me of the ski trip we took last winter.
Sadness pours over me at the memory. My mother. My father. My sister. We had such a good time then, a bunch of desert dwellers gawking at snow and trying to avoid crashing into it face first. I'll never go on another ski trip with my family. All of them are gone. The memory of their deaths hits me and this time I can't force it out of my mind. I grab the pillow next to me and sob into it, trying to muffle the sound. My whole family is gone and I've been sent to hide in Alaska. Far, far away from my home. I'll never tell my mom stories about college again. Dad will never again tell me how proud he is of me for moving away to pursue my dreams, even though I was scared. My sister will never tell me about the boy she likes and how he danced every dance with her at the spring formal. My family is gone and I can never get them back. I cry silently until I feel numb and the tears don't come anymore.
~~~
When I wake up next, the sky outside is dark. Is there ever any light in this place? I feel drained, emotionally and physically. I don't want to get out of bed for the rest of eternity. My growling stomach, however, has other ideas. I'm so hungry, I feel like I'm about to vomit. Or pass out. Or do both at the same time. I quietly slip out of the bed and wander to the other side of the room, padding across the floor on thick socks that must belong to him. I realize that during our first meeting, I never caught his name. The bedroom door is open and leads to a larger room with a small kitchen on one side and a living room on the other. A couch in the living room side faces a window opposite the bedroom. Through this window, I can see the forest outside and some stars in the night sky. It's a beautiful sight.
A green flash catches my eye and I duck, thinking someone has found me. From my lower vantage point, I have a better view of the sky and the source of the green light. I gasp quietly and pad over to the window, mouth open. It's the Northern Lights. I've never seen them in person before. I hadn't thought this view could be more beautiful a moment ago, but I was sorely mistaken. I watch the dancing lights in the sky. Shades of green and purple flicker and sway slowly in the night sky, backlit by more stars than I've ever seen before. The sight is breathtaking. I don't know how long I've been standing there when my stomach rumbles again, reminding me why I ventured out of the bedroom. Reluctantly, I return to the kitchen and pull on the handle of the refrigerator. It opens with an unhappy screech and the light flicks on, blinding me for a moment. I hear a scuffling sound behind me and spin. A dark shape is sitting on the couch, jamming a ski mask on his head. I jump, letting out a little squeaking sound, and back into the counter. In the darkness, I hadn't even noticed him there.
“I’m going to tell you what I have in mind,” he murmured. “First you’re going to strip down until you’re completely naked,” he whispered against her ear. “Then I’m going to tie you up so you’re completely powerless and subject to my every whim.” “Mmm, sounds good so far,” she murmured. “Then I’m going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I’m going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it’s rosy with my marks.” She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. “And then I’m going to f**k your mouth. But I won’t cum. Not yet. When I’m close, I’ll flog you again until your ass is burning and you’re on fire with the need for relief. And then I’m going to f**k that ass. I’m going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won’t be gentle. Not tonight. I’m going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I’m going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
Warning: Mature Content! "Oh my goodness!" She exclaimed as his erection sprang free from constraint. She marvelled at his thick, huge, long and veiny cock. She has never seen such a monstrous cock in her life before. It was by far bigger and longer than the ones she's ever seen in porn movies. She couldn't believe her eyes. She was instantly wet from just staring at it. She knew her anal hole was about to be stretched beyond her limits!
"Strip!" He ordered, desperation in his voice. "Please be gentle with me, it's my first time." " Of course I will be gentle with you honey. I want to make this as memorable as possible for both of us. I don't ever want to see you with any other guy after tonight. You belong to me. You will be all mine! Tonight, I will own your entire body and soul. You will worship me as your king. It's going to be a very long night. Prepare for Multiple Orgasms tonight. " Her body shivered and her nipples hardened at the possessiveness in his words. Warning: Very Hot Sexual Content. Must be 18+ to read. You've been Warned!
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
She thought she was the love of his life, and he became the love of her life that fateful day she had seen him at the pack's party. Selene Grace was only a replica of Alpha Leo's real mate, and when he spotted her, Leo immediately claimed her as his Luna in order to suppress the rumors of him being mateless. Being unable to conceive turns Selene's marriage into a nightmare, and as if that wasn't enough, Alpha Leo finally reunites with his long time lover and mate, rejecting a pregnant Selene as a result. 5 years later, Selene, a now successful doctor, receives an invitation to the moon shadow pack in order to rid the pack of a deadly disease which has struck it. Will Selene return back to the pack which had caused her so much pain, and what would she do when she realizes that she is mated to the Alpha who had betrayed her in the past?
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
"I stood at the edge of my heart and watched him choose her. In the end, I was not the one he needed. I was simply the one he settled for." - Noelle ~~~~~~~ I thought I was the one he loved. But a few days before our wedding, I saw him in a way I never had before. His eyes softened as he spoke to her. His first love, and the very woman who had left him in pieces. Heartbreak was something I knew too well. And as I watched the love he still held for her in his eyes, I realized what I had to do. I couldn't marry a man who wasn't truly mine. With no means to cancel the wedding and lacking the courage to confront him, I made a desperate choice to leave. I painfully gave his first love my treasured engagement ring thinking it was for the best and the only way to free myself. But when he saw that ring on her finger, the fragile world I had tried to escape began to shatter. His obsession to find me and bring me back ignited a dangerous game of cat and mouse.