Wild Ride [Werewolves of Forever, Texas 11] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 13

  As usual, he rubbed his palm over her bottom, then gave her a good pat. “You know why. We’ve gotten reports that Rick’s been seen in Shatland. Until we’re sure it’s safe, we’re keeping you under wraps. You’ll meet everyone soon enough.”

  She pushed her ass back at him, tempting him. “Did you see what came in the mail this morning?”

  She knew he had. Declain had taken the package from the delivery man and dashed upstairs. She’d raced after him, but he’d gone into Nolan’s room where Nolan was and locked the door behind him.

  “I did.”

  “So? When do I get to know? Is it more toys?” They’d talked about adding more sexual playthings to their stash and buying her sexy lingerie. She liked the idea although any lingerie they gave her wasn’t going to stay on her for long.

  He patted her butt cheek a little harder this time. She liked the sting it gave her.

  “Tonight.”

  “Promise?” Excitement made her try to stand up, but he pushed her back over the couch.

  “Have I ever lied to you?” He bent over her and took her breast. His cock pressed in the crack of her butt, giving her a preview of what he wanted to do to her.

  “Not that I know of.”

  He spanked her, hard, then added another spank to her other buttock. “What’s that mean?” His hands roamed her body, thrilling her in all the right places.

  “Nothing. Don’t get so defensive.”

  “Defensive, huh?” He rammed his cock against her, then slapped her on the butt again. “Does this feel like I’m getting defensive?”

  She laughed, then wiggled her ass. “Nolan, are you planning on doing anything useful with that thing? Or are you just being a pain in my ass?”

  “Holy hell. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.”

  She laughed again as he snaked his arm around her, then turned her around. Picking her up, he sat her butt on the top of the couch and took her face in his hands.

  “Fuck me, Nolan.” No matter how many times she told him to do that, she’d never get tired of it. She had a feeling that he’d never get tired of getting told to fuck her either.

  “Naw, that’s not going to happen.”

  Zoey’s heart skipped a beat as the voice she hated drew her attention to the dining area behind them. “Rick,” she whispered.

  “He’s not going to fuck you, bitch. I am.” Rick grinned, then held his hand up. A rope was draped over his shoulder. With a wicked chuckle, he motioned for his two pack members to attack.

  Nolan didn’t have a chance. Rubin and Slade were on him before he could react. Their werewolf strength locked him down, and although he struggled as hard as he could, they easily subdued him, thrusting him to his knees. Rubin craned his arms behind his back, then kicked him in the side. Nolan groaned, but came back fighting to no avail.

  Rick tossed Slade the rope. “Take him upstairs and tie him up. Make sure he gets a taste of werewolf justice, but don’t kill him. I want that pleasure for myself.”

  He stalked over and dug his fingers into her hair, getting a firm hold. He yanked her head back, sending raging pain into her head, but she didn’t cry out. She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

  “If you hurt her, I’ll kill you,” yelled Nolan.

  Rubin whirled around and struck Nolan, backhanding him so hard that Nolan would’ve fallen over if Slade hadn’t kept him upright. Rick held onto her and waved them upstairs. “Go.”

  Nolan fought them, but again, he was no match for their superior strength. They dragged him to the stairs and pushed him ahead of them up the steps.

  “Let me go, Rick.” She ground out her words, and as so many times before, wished that she could shift. Still, even if she could change into her wolf form, he’d still be stronger than she was.

  “Oh, come on, Zoey-girl.” He leaned closer and raked his tongue along her cheek. “You know you’ve always wanted me. Today’s your lucky day.”

  She trembled as though a wave of icy air had wafted over her. Kicking out, she tried to strike at his shin then at his crotch, but he held her too tightly to move. He fondled her breast, then bit down on her ear.

  She moaned, pain searing into her breast and her ear. “Noooo.”

  “What’s the matter, you little whore? Don’t you like getting bitten?” He frowned, then shoved her head to the side. “They haven’t sunk their teeth into you yet, have they? No? Good. It’s bad enough that you’d let the werewolf touch you. But to let the human do it? Even you aren’t that dirty. Or are you?”

  He thrust his hand between her legs. “Are you still a virgin? You know I was supposed to be the one to burst your cherry.”

  She wouldn’t answer. If he knew that she’d had sex with the Sawyer men, there was no telling what he might do.

  “Aw, how sweet. You don’t kiss and tell, huh?” He jerked his hand up, shoving three fingers into her pussy, hurting her. “From what I saw when I walked in, you have, haven’t you? You’re a dirty, low-down cunt, aren’t you?”

  Now that he’d guessed, she decided to rub it in. “Yeah, Rick. I’ve had sex with both of them. And trust me. I’ve seen your cock and I’ve seen theirs. Yours is like a baby’s compared to theirs.”

  His slap came out of nowhere, catching her unprepared. She cried out, her head whipping to the side.

  “Rick, man, how about we have a go at her after you?”

  Her vision blurred as she turned her head toward the stairs. Slade and Rubin stomped down the steps.

  “Did you take care of him?”

  Slade slammed his fist into his other palm. “We sure did. He gave us a fight, but we took the starch out of him. He’s cuffed to the dresser in the room on the right. Oh, and Rick?”

  “What?”

  “They have some sex toys and stuff up there. Should we go fetch them?”

  Rick’s interest showed. “Naw. I’ll save that for later when I want to take more time with her.” He laughed. “We’re going to have fun all night long, boys. There’s no need to rush things.”

  They didn’t bring cuffs with them. Which meant they must have used the trick cuffs.

  She smothered a laugh. Then it hit her. Had Declain and Nolan bought new cuffs? Ones that had to have a key to open them?

  Rubin wiped his mouth. “We get to fuck her, too, right?”

  Rick acted like he gave their request serious consideration. “I’ll think about it. Until then, give us a little privacy.” He pointed toward the front door. “Stay out of sight and keep your eyes peeled. We wouldn’t want the other asshole coming home unexpected.”

  “Will do, Rick.” Slade smacked Rubin on the arm. “Come on, lunkhead.” Rubin followed him outside.

  “Now. Where were we, my little pussy lips? Oh, yes. I’m going to take what’s mine.”

  “Screw you.” She dropped, using the weight of her body to throw him off balance. Rolling away from him, she dashed for the front door.

  His laughter rippled fear through her as he caught her by the hair and yanked her backward. She landed on her butt and grappled with him, trying to loosen his hold on her. “Stop! You’re hurting me!”

  Rick pulled her onto her feet using her just her hair. His warm breath heated her cheek as he pressed his mouth close. “You fucking cunt, you don’t know what pain is like. Getting shot hurts real bad. But don’t worry. I’m going to give you a lesson in pain right after I fuck you. By the time I’m through with you, you’re going to beg me to let you die.”

  He tossed her away, chuckling an evil laugh. “Spread ’em wide, bitch.”

  She fell, striking the bottom of the front window, her hair falling in her face. Clutching at the sill, she gathered her feet underneath her and brought her gaze up to see outside. What she saw made her both fearful and hopeful.

  “Declain! Run!”

  She’d called out to warn him, not to have him come to her rescue. But she should’ve known better.

  His head had been bowed, but he jerked it up at her shout. He
frowned then widened his eyes when he saw her. Moving quickly, he dashed toward the house.

  “Watch out! Ow!”

  Rick took her wrist and wrenched her arm behind her.

  “Now, now, Zoey-girl. Are you trying to ruin our fun?”

  “Go to hell.” She tried to fight him, but he was too strong. He slapped her across the face again, turning her back toward the window. Yet the rolling ache of his strike wasn’t half as horrible as the gut-wrenching sight of Rubin and Slade jumping on Declain.

  They took him to the ground, pummeling him with their fists and kicking him wherever they could. Declain’s gaze found hers again and amber flared in his eyes. He was trying to shift, but the beating wouldn’t give him the chance.

  Rick hauled her onto her feet then put her in a choke hold. He yelled at his men. “Bring him inside.”

  Rubin and Slade did his bidding, bursting through the front door then bringing Declain to stand in front of Rick. He was bloodied and his clothes torn, but he still had fight in him. They pushed him to his knees, keeping his arms twisted behind him and a hand over his throat.

  “Let her go. If you don’t—” Blood trickled into Declain’s eye and down his chin. A nasty red line tracked from the back of his neck to his Adam’s apple.

  Rick tightened his hold around her throat, making breathing harder. “You’ll what, hound dog? You’ll kill me? I don’t think so. You’ll be lucky to get out of this with your balls intact.”

  “Declain, please.” She wasn’t sure what she was pleading him to do. To be quiet? To try and get away without helping her? All she wanted was for the Sawyer men to get out alive. “Let him go, Rick.”

  “Aw, isn’t that sweet? The bitch is pleading for your life.”

  “Fuck off.” Her voice came out in a low snarl that she’d never done before.

  “No thanks. Fucking you is going to be a lot better than jerking off.”

  “Zoey, where’s Nolan?”

  She didn’t want to answer Declain. She doubted she could stand the see the fear in his eyes once he knew his cousin was upstairs, beaten and perhaps even dying.

  Rick answered for her. “Your filthy human is tied up, all ready to be our next meal. Humans may be dirty animals, but they are tasty ones.”

  “Don’t hurt him. He’s never done anything to you.” She swallowed her pride. She’d do that and more to save her men. “I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll go back with you. Just let them go when we leave.”

  “You’re damn right you’re going back with me.”

  Rick nipped at her shoulder, breaking the skin and sending a quick stab of agony into her shoulder. But it wasn’t a claiming bite. Not yet anyway.

  “As for leaving them? Of course we will. We plan on leaving their bloody remains scattered all over the house.” He winked at her. “We need to leave our calling card, you know. The hounds in this town have to learn not to mess with my pack.”

  She struggled as he gripped her breast and bounced it up and down. “Hmm, I think it’s only fair that Declain here gets a front seat for all the fun, don’t you think? What do you say, boy, do you want to see a show?”

  “You low-down, dirty son of a bitch. You’re going to pay for hurting her.”

  Rick snorted his derision. “I don’t think so.” He dragged her along with him and thrust her against the back of the couch. “Isn’t this the way you like it, cunt? That’s how you and that dirty human were going to do it. Am I right? Of course, I am. I’m always right.”

  He’d been watching Nolan and her on the couch. She shuddered at the repulsive thought.

  He pushed her skirt up to her waist and bent over to flick his tongue along her ear. “No panties. At least you’ve got that right.”

  Rubin snickered. “She’s hot, man, and I bet she’s tighter than an accountant on tax day.”

  Declain struggled to get to one knee, but Slade shoved Declain back down. “Fuck her, Rick.”

  Rick tugged at her T-shirt, then making sure Declain was watching, he shifted, brought out his fangs, and ripped it off her.

  “I swear to God, I’m going to—”

  Rubin backhanded Declain, then used his hair to yank his body up. “Watch it, dog, and pay attention. Your new master’s going to show you how to do it right.”

  “Tie him to the chair, men. Make our guest comfortable.”

  She couldn’t stand the idea of Declain watching Rick rape her. “Please, take me upstairs.”

  Rick narrowed his eyes at her. “Oh, I get it. You don’t want your lover boy to see me shove my cock into your pretty little ass, do you? Zoey-girl, why do you always want to take the fun out of the things? Besides, it’s the last time he’ll see you, so why not give him something to take to his grave?”

  She cried out, hating herself for letting her fear show, as Rick flipped her over and shoved her upper body over the couch much as Nolan had done. Yet Nolan had done it in a loving, caring, totally turned-on kind of way. Rick’s touches were filled with hate.

  A slap to her rump had her digging her fingernails into the cushion. “Rick, no, don’t.”

  “That’s it, Zoey-girl, keep begging me. It makes it even hotter.”

  She closed her eyes and prepared for him to enter her. She only hoped Declain would close his eyes, too.

  * * * *

  Every inch of Nolan’s body ached. After Rick’s two goons had given him a sound beating, they’d seen the cuffs lying on the bed and had cuffed him to the old upright dresser. They’d laughed and taunted him with the rest of the sexual playthings, talking about how they were going to use them on Zoey.

  Still, when they’d used the trick cuffs to bind his hands to the handle of the dresser, he’d almost rejoiced. He’d had to lean on the dresser to stand up. Otherwise, he would’ve fallen and yanked the cuffs off him.

  With one more kick to the ribs and a hard slap across his face, they’d left him alone. Rubin positioned the door cracked open with the promise that Nolan would “hear every time we shove our cocks inside her.”

  Waiting had been agonizing, but he’d done it, listening carefully to the sounds coming from below. When they’d dragged Declain inside, he’d almost attacked then, but forced himself to wait. Being a human and less powerful than a werewolf, he had to pick the exact moment to do it.

  He yanked on the cuffs, and although he knew they would work, relief still washed over him as they popped open. Taking care to be as quiet as he could, he slipped them off his wrists, and as quietly as he could, got over to the door.

  He needed to find a weapon. Anything that might level the playing field.

  Zoey’s gun.

  He checked around the edge of the doorframe to see that the coast was clear, then scooted across the hall to Declain’s bedroom. Once inside, he knelt next to the bed and pulled out the strong box. Although his body screamed at him to stop moving, to not torture its wounds, he ignored the pain and punched in the combination to the lock.

  The gun still lay where Declain had put it. Next to it were only two bullets. Quickly, he loaded the gun and rose, then hurried out of the bedroom and down the hallway. He paused at the landing to think.

  Going downstairs wasn’t a good idea. With the lack of a third bullet, one of the werewolves would overpower him. Or worse, hurt Zoey. He didn’t know if either Zoey or Declain would be able to help. The idea that came to him, although not great, was his best plan of action.

  He eased back into the bedroom where they’d left him cuffed to the dresser.

  This has got to work.

  * * * *

  Rick bent over Zoey, pushing her head to the side. His fangs dripped with his saliva. “First things first, bitch, then I’ll fuck your brains out. I’m going to claim you so they never can.”

  Slade had gagged Declain, but she could still hear his muffled shouts. The frustration and anger inside him changed his voice, deepening as his inner wolf raged for its release. She closed her eyes, unwilling to see the gleam in Rick’s face a second lon
ger.

  The crash from above had Rick jerking his head back before he could bite her. She opened her eyes, her attention going to the stairs.

  Nolan.

  Rick clutched her neck and turned to his men. “You assholes didn’t do a good job of tying him up if he’s making that kind of ruckus. Shut him up once and for all.”

  She tried to scream, tried to warn Nolan, but Rick’s hand on her throat cut off any chance that she could make enough noise. Breathing was hard enough.

  Slade and Rubin bounded up the steps, then disappeared around the corner leading down the hallway to the bedrooms.

  Please, don’t let them hurt him.

  She begged for their lives. “Please, Rick, let them go. They haven’t claimed me. I’m all yours.”

  Rick took a quick look upstairs, then shoved her away from the couch and onto the floor. “You care about this dog, don’t you?”

  “Y–yes.” Maybe, just maybe if she told him the truth, he’d be more reasonable.

  “That’s good. That’ll make skinning him alive so much more fun.” Rick jerked Declain’s head back and shifted enough to bring out his claws. He placed them over Declain’s exposed chest. “Want to see what’s under the flesh, Zoey-girl?”

  Tears streamed down her face. It was one thing to endure pain at Rick’s hands, but it was much worse to see Declain suffer. “Please, don’t. I’m begging you.”

  “Sorry, bitch. You caused me a lot of trouble shooting me in the leg. I had to kill old Casai to reassert my leadership.”

  She hadn’t liked the old werewolf, but she’d never wanted him to die.

  “Oh, well. A pack leader has to do what a pack leader has to do. You understand that, don’t you?”

  She sucked in a hard breath, her throat still aching from Rick’s hard touch. But that was nothing compared to the horror that stunned her body when Rick’s claws raked ugly red lines across Declain’s chest.