Page 41 of House of Wolves
Brick clears his throat, pulling down his mask and straightening his shoulders. “Thank you for being here, gentlemen. Today we have a demonstration for you. As you know, Kilo and his team have developed a serum that can transfer werewolf powers through the means of female werewolf menstruation. But there has been a recent discovery.”
A recent discovery? Maybe we should have spent less time making out in a storage closet and more time explaining the evolution of this fucked up situation. I keep still, even as I tremble internally.
Brick clenches his jaw and his fists. “Today, we have a powerful female werewolf. Sedatives have stunted her powers, but we are still able to access her abilities even though she isn’t menstruating.”
The men whisper to each other on the other side of the glass, and Kilo’s smile widens.
Brick carries on. “Although female Weres mentally control their cervix, allowing them to dictate when they want to become pregnant, they still experience a normal cycle every month.”
Damn, why does he know more about my reproduction organs than me?
“The subject is currently ovulating.”
What the fuck. How does he even know this?
He sniffs, holding in a groan as he presents a glass vial filled with a strange, almost glowing liquid. “I will be extracting her blood. Doctor Harold will combine the solution with this serum before injecting himself to demonstrate its effects.” He motions to a man outside the room, framed by the viewing window. “This version of the serum isn’t as powerful, but it leads to more opportunities to use the obtained werewolves to generate more defense.”
So he’s just going to take my blood so another creep can have a fraction of my powers? Okay, I guess this could have been a lot worse. Sure, we don’t need more Hunters with our powers, but that’s a problem for another day. Preferably when I’m not in captivity. From the way that I’m strapped to this table, it seems like they’re going to harvest my organs. I relax a bit.
“I’ll begin the extraction,” I swear his voice quivers, and his hands shake as he picks up a needle on the small table, hovering over me. He gulps, his eyes heavy, before turning back to the onlookers. “Before the procedure, subjects are given an elixir that loosens their cells to release the power. We have found some primal reactions from subjects during these proceedings. I apologize in advance.”
I raise an eyebrow at him, and he shakes his head, releasing a heavy gasp. His hand rests on mine, and our familiar electricity zips to life, but it’s more like a lightning strike this time. My chest heavies. The moment he touches me, a switch flips inside of me. Does he mean that subjects get horny when they are having their blood drawn? God, they drugged me not only to dull my powers, but to make me aroused. I don’t believe for a second it helps retrieve my power. From the shit-eating grin on Kilo’s face, I suspect this is all for their sick enjoyment.
Thank God, Brick told me he had just been introduced to this place, or I’d be raging thinking about him arousing other Weres. That should be the least of my concerns because I have a inferno in my shorts. I writhe against my restraints, breathy moans leaving my lips. “Brick,” I whisper like a prayer.
He grabs my arm, trying to steady me. It’s the wrong thing to do. I cry out, my neck arching.
“Fuck,” he whispers, turning away from me.
I’m on a metal table being watched by a group of men who want to see me dead, but all I can think about is Brick’s skin against mine. I want him inside him—need him coating me with his cum. I’ve never been so aroused that it feels more like pain than pleasure. The world washes away from me. The only focus in view is Brick’s biceps, his large neck, and his hands running up my breasts. “Jesus Christ!” I yell. I work my legs together, needing an ounce of reprieve from the torture.
Brick turns back to me, exhaling through his nose. Determined to get this over with. He pierces my skin with the needle, pulling out my blood, but when his arm grazes against my skin, he whimpers. The sound nearly topples me over, but whatever they drugged me with isn’t kind. My body will only sing if Brick is the one playing me. “Please, Brick. It hurts. Touch me.”
His eyes water as he leans in, his mouth wide with a silent moan. He drops the needle to my side, his hand trailing down the center of me. I crane my neck, wanting his lips on mine. The veins in his neck bulge, and I watch as the skin toughens, mass making him bulkier. His nose and ears elongate slowly but enough to notice. It’s not possible to be more turned on, but seeing him grow for me, contort into his animal form, makes pure pleasure seep from my pores.
My moans turn into a rhythmic pattern, as if instead of Brick trailing his finger from between my breast over my abdomen, my clothing still separating his touch, he is deep within me, wringing out the pleasure flooding my senses.
He lowers his lips to my ear. His breath heavy on my neck, his fingers trailing lower and lower until they reach the elastic band of my grey shorts. “Fuck me! Dear God, please!”
Brick pauses his dissent as if my words reminded him that I was here and he wasn’t alone in his tempting pleasure. He balls his fist, groaning against my neck in agony.
Kilo’s voice vibrates over the speakers. “Don’t worry, Sergeant. You’re free to do with her as you please. It’s all a part of the presentation.”
My disgust swats away some of the haze, and my body stiffens, remembering myself and the crowd of Hunters watching me. I turn away from Brick, taking in the group of businessmen. Some have their hands resting over the bulge under their slacks, some palm the window separating us, but all hold the same hungry stare. I knew the Hunters were evil, wanting to end our existence for some fucked up generational rivalry, but this is another level I’ve never seen firsthand, maybe didn’t even believe it was real. Of course, Hunters had impregnated Weres using drugs and torture. They did it for power but also for the thrill of overtaking us. They hate us, but they also dream of us—their disgust turning into a primal longing.
Even as my head clears, my body refuses my thoughts. It needs Brick. My fingers still reach for him even as my binds hold me in place.
Something washes over Brick. He straightens his spine, his body shaking. A sob breaks from me as his proximity leaves me, and he takes a heavy step back. “We’re done,” he gets out through gritted teeth. His features melt, returning to his normal state.
“Ah, come on, Brick. Just think of her as an object. Surely, she can’t repulse you that much,” Kilo says through the speaker.
“She does,” he says, his eyes watering, his hands clenched at his sides as if he’s trying to break his fists from his body. “Take her to her room. The extraction is done.” He slams the vial on the table before retreating to the other side of the room; arms folded over his chest and eyes not leaving me.
I’m still not in my right mind, but the intensity fades when he steps farther away from me. Two white-coated men barge into the room. I yelp, scared that Brick's effect on me will replicate with these strangers. I exhale once they wheel me out of the demonstration room and down the hall. I don’t feel anything. The haze is wholly gone. That’s until I catch Brick trailing behind us, watching me intently but keeping his distance. He doesn’t leave my sight until I enter my prison. Two guards replace the men transporting me, freeing me from my binds and walking me to my cot. I’m still woozy from the drugs. I turn around on my bed as the guard leaves, not missing Brick’s intense gaze, peering at me before the large metal door shuts behind the guards.
His eyes ignite the fire. I’m probably being watched. I can only hope Brick bugged the system, but there’s no holding back as my fingers reach my sopping wet core.
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