Den Of Wolves

Sable

I was driving my Beetle down the road. The GPS beeped before it died. I groaned, and my hands tightened around the steering wheel until they went a pale white.

“Fuck me… I think it was about to say turn left.”

I yanked the wheel and veered left, down a dirt road. The blood-red moon hung high above the treeline. Fat and low, the clouds slid across the surface of the moon like dark hands. My gaze flickered to look out the side window as the trees thickened and became a denser forest.

My phone flashed before it also died. I hissed a string of curse words under my breath. My concentration returned to the bumpy road ahead of me. The further I drove, the harder it was to see in front of me. Even with my headlights on. My fingers tapped along the broken leather of the steering wheel.

“Just my fucking luck.”

I let up on the gas as I looked around the woods. It was too dark out here. I didn’t like the feeling that was eating me up inside. I rolled the window down for some fresh air. The smell of a bonfire floated through the small gap in the window. I took a few deep breaths.

“Okay, I got this… I hope… maybe they can help me get out of this place… or I’ll end up dead and on some cannibal’s plate.”

The car pulled into a small gravel clearing. I rolled the window down further before killing the engine. I got out of the old Beetle and walked towards the sound of people chatting and whooping. The crunch of gravel seemed to echo out among the trees. The voices died down as I grew closer. The flames from the bonfire leaped into the dark sky.

I stopped in my tracks as I heard a low growl from my right. I whipped around to face whatever made that noise. Nothing was there. I took a shaky breath, and the tension rolled off my shoulders. My focus went back to the path ahead.

“Man, whatever is going on out here is freaking me the fuck out.”

I continued walking. My hands shook slightly against my sides. Each step I took was tentative, and my knees wobbled. The wind howled through the forest, low and slow. I shivered again. The hem of my skirt billowed from the gust of wind.

“I was going to get through this…” I kept chanting to myself. “I am going to be fine.”

I’m sure it was just a bunch of rowdy college kids home for fall break. A twig snapped underneath me. I winced and stilled myself briefly before I took another step after step. The flames grew larger with every step. Leaves rustled in the trees overhead. An owl hooted a few feet away from me as it soared above.

I felt this unexplainable pull to keep moving forward even though I felt like I should double back to the Beetle. It was like my body had a mind of its own. My mind was screaming to stop, but I just couldn’t.

Music started to swell from up ahead. A soft rock ballad was playing, and a few men were singing with slurred words. Yep, college boys home for fall break. I shouldn’t be too worried. I rounded the corner of the path, and there stood a group of men. Most of them shirtless. Some fully nude. I stopped dead in my tracks.

What the fuck was this?

As the group parted, in the middle of them was a shirtless man. Long dark hair and the most beautiful gray eyes. Those very eyes snapped over to look at me. Our gazes locked. His eyes seemed to bore into my very soul. I gasped and took a few steps back. He smirked and took a small step toward me. His muscles rippled in the firelight.

My body shook as I kept stepping back away from them. Then I felt a slow pull, like an invisible string was being pulled taut at my navel. I looked down at my abdomen and back up at him.What was this pulling sensation? Why couldn’t I move?His smirk pulled tighter as he took another step towards me.

“Don’t come any closer!”

He stopped and tilted his head to the side. Like he didn’t understand what the fuck I was saying.

“Can’t you understand me, or are you just playing stupid?”

He chuckled. His broad shoulders shook, and his tattoos that were across his chest seemed to ripple. I shuddered, but I could feel heat pooling between my thighs. Fuck, why did I have to find tattooed men so hot? He looked me up and down. His eyes lingered near my groin. Fuck, his eyes scream fuckable… Did my eyes say the same thing?

“I understand perfectly fine, human.”

“Human…”

“It sounds like you don’t understand what I mean by that.”

“N-no, of course not; we’re all humans.”

The group of men laughed, and the man with chest tattoos shook his head.

“You’re wrong about that one, doll face.”

He moved with such speed it felt like I was getting whiplash. His large hands gripped my shoulders. He leaned down and nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. His sharp teeth grazed the hollow of my neck.Those were way too sharp to be just human….

“Mate…” He breathed slowly.

“Wait, what?” My eyes went wide as saucers.

“You heard me, human… mate. You’re my mate.”

The crowd around us started to talk in hushed whispers. His body stiffened before his hands cupped my face.

“Ignore them… they’re old school.” His breath ghosted over my lips.

“I- what? No!” I looked over at the group of men that was surrounding us. “I-I am not your mate, weirdo!”

“Don’t worry, you’ll see soon enough, my mate.”

“I’m not, though…”

“Shh.”

He leaned in and kissed me as his body started to tremble against mine. A growl emitted from deep within his chest. My eyes squeezed shut as I tried to push him off of me. His hands gripped my face tighter before he pulled away slightly.

“Don’t push me away, human…”

I trembled against him. My hands fell away from his chest. “Please, I just need to get to Port Loudon.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “No, you’ll be staying here with me. After all, the mate bond is pulling us closer together. Soon we’ll cement this bond.”

He bit down on my neck and sucked a deep purple mark on my pale skin. I whimpered, and he pulled away from my skin with a wetpop. I moaned, and my head lolled back.

“Fuck…”

“That can be arranged, mate.” He growled against my cheek.

“Please just let me go…” I whimpered.

He licked up my neck slowly. “I don’t think so, pet.”

He pulled away just enough to look down at me. Our noses brushed against each other. Even though normally this would be a sweet action, my brain screamed run. My lower lip trembled, and his thumb pressed down on it and slowly slid his digit past my plump lower lip. It pressed down on my tongue. His lips twitched upward into a sly grin.

“Look at how still you are… but you smell of lust, darling. Why is that?”

I bit down on his thumb, and he only laughed. “My, my, what a feisty little thing you are.”

I tried to pull away, but he pressed down harder. My eyes narrowed into slits. The glare was unmistakably a yell for ‘leave me the fuck alone’. He only glared back. His free hand slid down to my hip and squeezed with a punishing force. I already knew it was bruising into a deep purple.

Another tremor rippled through his large build. His facial features started to change. His nose became more prominent and took the shape of a wolf’s muzzle. I yelped and jumped back; his thumb fell from my mouth as his nails extended into long, claw-like nails. I screamed, and the other men watched in fascination.

“Human, look at your mate and be quiet. No need to scream so loud.” He growled and pulled me back into him. “Don’t move.”

I whimpered and my body locked up. “What is fucking happening?”

“As I told you before, I’m not human. I am a werewolf.”

My hands trembled, and my knees started to buckle. I could feel my body falling, and he caught me quickly. His arm hugged my waist tightly so I wouldn’t collapse. He tsked and looked over his shoulder.

“I’m starting the claiming now, and I won’t have anyone intervene.”

His hand slid up underneath my skirt. The pad of his thumb was rough as it scraped across clit. I whimpered and squirmed in his arms. He looked down at me.

“Does that feel good?”

I whimpered as his thumb kept going in tight circles across my sensitive nub. I nodded and arched my back. His eyes traced the exposed expanse of my neck. My eyelids grew heavy as he kept rubbing. My stomach coiled with my nearing release. As soon as I was at my peak, he pulled his thumb away with a smirk.

“Not yet; you have to be patient, pet.”

My eyelids slowly opened to half-mast, and I huffed. “Whatever…”

He looked back at the group of men with a sly smirk.

“I’m taking my mate into the manor. You will not stop me, for I am your Alpha. She’s my mate, and you don’t get to throw your opinions at me. Do I make myself clear?”

One man with short silver hair huffed. “Theron, I don’t think that is a wise decision.”

“And what did I just say? I don’t need or want your two cents.”

The man growled and crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, I don’t think it’s wise to show a human to our manor!”

Theron scoffed and rolled his eyes. “She’s my mate; I can feel the bond. You wouldn’t deny me my mate, when the bond is already forming; that would kill me. Now, wouldn’t it?”

“Uh, yes, it would… I am sorry, my Alpha.”

Theron smiled and looked back at me. “Now we’re going to go to the manor to finish this bond between us.”

I shivered and tried to pull away, but it was like I was trying to tug on a sheet of thick steel. He was literally like a wall of hardened muscle. A small gasp escaped me.

“You’re strong…. impossibly strong…”

He smirked. “Oh, I know. That’s a werewolf for you, darling.”

“There’s no such thing as a werewolf! You’re fucking insane!”

“Really don’t you feel that pull right here?”

His finger traced up from my navel to the valley of my breast. I trembled. A laugh escaped past his lips. His whole body shook from the laughter. He wiped a fake tear from his eyes and sighed.

I shivered underneath his touch. I did feel that pull… but why, and no, it couldn’t mean anything.

“I-I have no idea what you mean…” I looked away.

I knew I was a terrible liar, and he probably could tell. My folks back in Port Loudon always caught me in my lies. Even so, there was no way werewolves were real or a mate bond. That was something in fiction, not real life. Right?

Was he feeling the same thing? Or was I fucking going insane? I looked away, and he scooped me up. I squeaked, and he started to head down another dirt path. My hands made contact with his chest as I tried to push myself out of his arms. He only tightened his grip as I screamed out for help.

“Shush, darling. No need to be so loud. No one will hear you besides my pack anyways.”

“I will not shut up!”

He laughed again and kept walking. I let out another blood-curdling scream. His hand clamped over my mouth. I tried to bite and claw at his palm and wrist, but it was like he couldn’t even feel my teeth and nails digging into his skin. I tried to speak, but my words came out muffled to the point they were incoherent.

He looked down at me. “I’ll remove my hand if you promise to stop all that squawking.”

I huffed against his hand but nodded. He slowly removed his hand.

“Now will you be a good girl?”

My stomach dropped when he said those words. “G-good girl?”

I could feel my core tighten. Fuck, why did those words affect me so much? I shifted slightly in his arms, and he held me flush against his broad chest. He looked down at me and smirked. His eyes lit up as he inhaled at my neck. I felt that pull again. The very pull he had mentioned. Theron… could it be possible he was telling the truth? I had never felt this way even with all the flings I have had. This felt real. All too real.

“Yes, are you going to be a good girl for me?”

I nodded. “Fuck me…”

I couldn’t believe I was starting to believe him, but the pull became less consistent when I had agreed. That feeling started to loosen as I let him pull me closer to him. My thighs became more slick with my arousal, and I knew then and there that I wanted to give in. I didn’t care if he was lying or if he was telling the truth. I just wanted to be claimed.

“Oh, I plan on it.” He looked up at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I was utterly screwed. I could feel my body melt into him. His smirk softened into a smile before he nuzzled into the crook of my neck.

“You smell aroused. Am I wrong?”

I shook my head and whined. I hated this, but also a part of me was craving him. I shivered at that thought. How could I crave someone so blatantly ignoring my pleas of no? Soon, a manor came into view; it was elaborate, with pillars and crystal sconces flanking either side of the door. My jaw dropped. His grip on my sides tightened.

“Yes… Unfortunately.”

He laughed. “Good, because if my mate was aroused, I would be highly concerned.”

He walked us through the threshold of the door and went up a curved staircase. He took a left and walked down the hallway until he stopped in front of a large wooden oak door. His claws pricked into my skin as he used one of his hands to open it.

He carried me through the threshold and kicked the door shut. The room matched the elaborate vibe of the rest of the manor. He tossed me onto the bed. I gasped when my body hit the soft mattress. I could feel my body sinking into it. He crawled over me. His breath ghosted against my neck.

“I’m going to claim you now. I can smell how badly you want it.”

I nodded. “I shouldn’t… but I need…”

“What do you need?”

“Fuck, I need you…”

He snarled as his teeth scraped across my neck. “Oh, I plan on giving you just that.”

He leaned down and kissed me roughly, his fangs nipped at my lower lip. A small whimper escaped my throat. His claws dug into the sensitive juncture of my hips and waist. He pulled away to bite down on my neck again. He sucked and nipped until my flesh was bruised and sore. Soon my hands tangled into his hair. My fists tightened and pulled. He groaned against my assaulted flesh.

“Fuck, you’re a little wild thing aren’t ya?”

“Mmhmm, or so I’ve been told.”

“Good, I like it when my girl is wild.” He inhaled my neck and groaned. “You smell like spun sugar and vanilla.”

“Well, I do work at a bakery. I think that’d make sense.”

He nuzzled further into the crook of my neck and bit down hard. I yelped out as he started to remove my shirt. When he finally pulled it off of me, my bare tits bounced from the sudden absence of the tight fabric. His eyes zeroed in on my pierced nipples.

“Fuck… you have those pierced?”

He took one into his mouth and sucked gently at first. I shivered as he started to suck harder. I moaned loudly; his teeth grazed the sensitive bud, and his tongue followed with a slow, wet swipe.

I shuddered and looked up at him. “You’ll give it to me hard then?”

“Mmhmm, I will.”

“Should we use a safe word?”

Theron tilted his head to the side. “Safe word?”

“Y-yeah, you know, like in BDSM and when people say the word that means the other person stops?”

“Fine, I guess I can go along with that. What’s the word?”

“Red?”

Theron nodded. “Okay, say red if it gets too much and I’ll stop, my little mate.”