Page 54 of The Crimson Wolf
His fangs prick my neck. “Cameron!” It still amazes me that he can transform parts of himself so quickly.
“Maybe I was wrong to prolong fucking to figure this out. I think I need to fill you up again so my brain can work at full capacity.” His hand reaches for my breasts, and his erection presses against my ass.
I exhale. “Cameron,” I say in a warning tone, even if my body betrays me and I lean into him.
“Okay, okay, fine. We’ll do it your way. Just fuck me already.”
I laugh as his fingers find the heat pooling between my legs, and I sigh in satisfaction. And just like that, my worries for the morning dissipate from my brain.
35
Silver Chains
Okay, maybe riding on the back of a werewolf isn’t that bad when you know he’s your mate. Something about the whole predestined, only-for-each-other sentiment makes it a little less degrading and a hell of a lot more arousing.
We woke at the crack of dawn. I could barely believe how much better I felt after a full night's sleep and a few orgasms with my mate. I feel better than I have in years, which gives me the confidence that I’ll be able to defeat Jack and the Hunters.
The plan is to check on Granny, fill her in on everything that’s happened, and hope she’s not too brainwashed toignore it or suffer another seizure. Cameron will stay with her to ensure her safety. I will head to Jack’s, mustering up all my high-school theater kid skills to put on the biggest performance of my life and act like Cameron did, in fact, brainwash me, and now I am back to myself and want to help Jack defeat the werewolves—all while recording the conversation and getting him to reveal that the Hunters murdered those people in the clearing. Jack may be stupid, but I doubt he’ll believe it. I hope a little cleavage and stroking his ego will do the trick. If anything, he’ll tie me up and reveal his evil plan like a nineteen-fifties cartoon villain like he did last time. Hopefully, I don’t get knocked out again, but I’m not too worried since I know I have a mate with a powerful, all-healing dick.
We couldn’t get Cameron’s truck to drive to Granny’s—too much of a risk, and although I tried to insist that I could make the journey on my own two feet, it didn’t take Cameron much to convince me to hop on his wolfy back. It would take forever by human feet.
My fingers dig into his coarse fur, Cameron’s folded clothes wedged between my armpit, and I hunch forward as he sprints through the woods. My cunt grinds up and down on his back, and I nearly get off from the sensation. I’m not focused on the alarming speed or keeping the granola bar Cameron gave me before we left in mystomach. The sensation of his body under mine holds all of my attention.
I bite back a moan as Cameron slows down near the winding driveway to Granny’s house. I clench my eyes and focus on returning my breathing to a normal tempo as I climb off Cameron, doing my best to think of un-arousing things—baseball, taxes—fuck it’s hard.
“Are you okay?” Cameron asks, already transformed into his human form, completely naked. He takes my hand, and I will myself to focus on his eyes.
My cheeks heat, and I hand him his clothes from under my armpit. “Yeah, it’s just…” I search for the right words.
He chuckles, stepping into his underwear. My eyes dart to his large dick before they disappear underneath the fabric. “Don’t worry, feeling your wet cunt pressed against me was hot as fuck for me too.” He hops in his pants and pulls his shirt over his muscular torso before pulling me in and kissing me.
I surrender myself to him, leaning in as his hands explore my backside. Thankfully, we’re hidden by bushes at the side of Granny’s yard. I grind against his length, hard under his jeans. The kiss deepens, and I’m about to completely drift away into a land of euphoria when a rational thought pops into my brain—we’re not here to fuck in Granny’s yard.
I pull back. “We should probably check on Granny,” I say, breathy and labored.
He clenches his eyes and nods. “Yeah. You’re right.” He blows out a breath and adjusts himself before straightening his shoulders. “Alright, let's go.” He grabs my hand and walks toward Granny’s house.
The front door is unlocked as usual, and I swing it open. She only locks things up at night. “Granny, I’m home!” I call as I enter. I don’t hear anything at first. Maybe she’s sleeping. Her Volkswagon is out front, so I know she must be home. “Granny!” I try again, Cameron at my heels as I walk into the living room.
A sound comes from the kitchen, and my heart beats faster. I look back toward Cameron before charging toward the source. “Granny!” I scream once my eyes meet my Grandmother; her eyes are closed, but her chest rises and falls—sitting in a dining room chair—her hands bound behind her back.
Jack steps out from a shadow and places his hand on Granny’s shoulder—his other hand puts a dagger at her throat. His eyes point to two wooden chairs back to back—handcuffs placed on the seat. “Silver chains on—now!”
36
Gurgled Screams
I’m only one-fourth werewolf. You’d think that silver chains would barely affect me. My mind races, remembering if I ever wore silver jewelry growing up. Now that I think of it, I’d always been more of a gold girl. I probably wouldn’t have noticed silver affecting me before since I hadn’t come into my powers. As I yank at the silver handcuff securing my hands behind the wooden chair, it’s obvious my powers have dissipated from me. Cameron remains still, confirming that he doesn’t doubt the effectiveness of the chains. I’m able to reach the power button on the topof the recorder in my back pocket, just in case I make it out of here.
Jack paces back and forth to our side, his hands running through his auburn hair. “It shouldn’t have turned out this way,” he mumbles to himself. “You were supposed to be with me. You’re barely a werewolf.” He turns to me now, his face red.
I can’t take my eyes off him as if something on his person will reveal how it’s possible that the man I loved for most of my life could turn out to be so evil. My mind replays moments from high school. He had his jealous moments. He never liked me hanging out with others but would ignore me in a group setting. It’s like he always wanted to keep me to himself. I went from thinking he never felt the same way about me—to thinking he cared about my future—to now, I don’t know what.
“My father told me we would get married one day. He even made sure Granny was rewired to enforce this narrative. Do you know how hard it is growing up with your parents telling you who you need to love?”
I dart my attention to Granny, still breathing but unconscious in her binds. My eyes well with tears as I think of all she had to endure over the years. I could have ended all of it. I could have avenged her and my parents, but now I’m tied to a chair—useless.
He doesn’t wait for me to answer. “You were so fond of me, and I felt like something was wrong with me for not feeling the same way. I told you I loved you at graduation because my father made me. He thought it would make you stay.”
