Page 42 of House of Wolves
Piglets
Thelightsinmycell never turn off, but they dim to a low, warm glow when I expect the Hunters want me to sleep. I’ve already rubbed myself to completion numerous times, not able to erase the image of Brick’s smokey eyes from my brain. I assume it’s been several hours, and I think the drugs are lessening. I’m beginning to feel more like myself. As reality settles over me, I kind of wish they’d drug me again. I nearly vomit, thinking about myself so vulnerable as the Hunters watched me with hungry stares.
I’m ready for sleep to take me into its darkness and end the horrible images from my mind, but my door creaks open. My heart hammers, and I sit up. Part of me fears it’s one of the evil men wanting to take what they missed out on. A more significant part of me hopes it’s Brick coming to save me. Or fuck me. Honestly, both would be nice.
I must be in some higher being’s favor, because Brick slinks through the partially open doorway, glancing down the hall before peering at his phone in his hand. Well, I guess the higher being doesn’t like me too much since I am trapped in some perverted torture prison, but I count my blessings when I can.
The moment his gaze meets mine, desperate and assessing, I realize the drugs haven’t worn off at all. My weak attempts to satisfy my raging need were all for nothing because all I can focus on is my overwhelming arousal. I can’t even work my legs to move toward him. My breath weighs me down as I attempt to hold myself up on my cot.
“Carmen, I’m so sorry,” he says, taking small steps toward me.
“Brick, I need you.”
He stops in his tracks. “No, Carmen. We have to get you out of here. I’ve been waiting to hear back from the National Department of Supernatural to get a team to get you all out. It’s too risky to do it alone with the extra Hunters here, but they’re taking too long. I’ve bugged all the cameras. Mostly everyone is out celebrating. I’m getting you out now.”
His words register through my brain, but I can’t focus on them. I gulp. “Brick, I don’t know what they gave me, but if you don’t fuck me this second, I feel like I might die.”
He moves closer to me, his face more pained with every step. “They didn’t give you anything.”
This sobers me a bit. “What?”
“I switched the drugs. They give you a sedative every night. I knew if I switched that, they would be onto me, but I couldn’t let them drug you with ecstasy. I couldn’t let them take advantage of you like that.”
My heart beats rapidly, and even though I’m trying to detangle Brick’s words, I stick out my chest, my nipples hard and wanting. “Then what the fuck is going on? Why am I so horny?”
His look is sad as he reaches me, leaning over me and pinning me to lie back on the cot. “Carmen.”
“What?” My hands wrap around his neck, attempting to pull his lips to mine, but he resists. His eyes pass a message to me, and I try to decipher his meaning.
“We’re mates.”
“No,” but even as I say it, I arch my neck, pressing my lips toward him. His resisting ends, and he opens for me, pushing me down against the cot and grinding against me. He pulls away, but I hold on, kissing down his neck, his skin turning rough. “I knew it from the first moment I met you. My kind is more in-tuned to the mating bond,” he says.
“I don’t care.” I groan, attempting to reach for his cock under his slacks. Reason or rationale is a foreign entity to me right now.
“I’m sorry, Carmen. I’m so sorry,” he says, exposing more of his neck for me to lick. I work at unbuttoning him, and he shimmies out of his pants, holding himself up with one arm. I watch as his cock pops free from his briefs, and I gasp. It had been large last time, but now, it’s even more so, thick and juicy and drops of cum dripping from the tip. “I’m sorry, Carmen. You’re at the peak of your ovulation. I can’t help it.”
“Brick, goddamn.” I reach for him, wrapping my fingers around his length, stroking him the best I can, even if it’s a feeble attempt. He works himself out of his pants and briefs completely. When my gaze meets his again, I gasp. I’ve witnessed him on the brink of change before, but he always stops himself. His eyes are the same, but that’s it. I’ve fucked a Were in their wolf form before, but Brick is not in a wolf form. He’s not a werewolf. His ears were wide and flopping from the side of his head. Coarse hair covers all of him except his moist, flat snout. Two short horns crown his head. All this time, I’ve called him a pig because he was a cop, but he really is one.
I’ve heard of all types of variations of Weres, werepigs included. They’re rare, dangerous, and primal. At least that’s what I’ve heard. I’ve never witnessed one. Except now he’s looming over me, cock thrusting in and out of my hand as he works to free my breasts from my thin cotton shirt. And this werepig—impossibly huge and ravenous, isn’t just any werepig No, he’s my mate.
“Do I repulse you?” he asks, a sadness in his voice.
I shake my head, honestly annoyed by the interruption. “No, now please, fuck me,” I beg. I have so much to say to him, question why he didn’t tell me the truth about so many things, and most importantly, to get the fuck out of here, but my body won’t allow for anything else but being completely stretched by the fearsome boar before me. Goddamn, my fucking ovaries. Too bad I’m not letting them get their way completely. No piglets for me anytime soon.
I release his cock, wiggling out of my shorts from underneath him. He pulls my shirt overhead, holding me up in his arm to help. I can’t kiss him on the lips anymore. His piggy snout is in the way, but it doesn’t matter anyway as his wet and warm nose trails down my now bare body, swinging my legs over his shoulder once he meets my end. “God, I need to taste you. I need you on my tongue,” he says, low and gruff, before holding my ass up and bringing his face to my burning core.
Even in my delirious mating frenzy, I can’t deny that the thought of his snout digging its way into my cunt unnerves me, but I don’t let the feeling take hold. Brick is my mate, destined as my perfect match. Whatever he has in store for me will be better than anything I’ve ever experienced.
His tongue meets my seam, long and thick and eager. He laps at me, and I feel myself flooding his mouth. I grab his horns, steadying myself as he licks me, long and languid. A wave of satisfaction runs through me at how perfect his handles are for riding his face. I’ve been eaten out before, but nothing has ever compared to this. His tongue is so wide and bumpy as he runs it over my opening. His wet nose hits my clit as he drives his tongue inside of me, and I cry out, the size of it honestly stretching me.
I bite my fist. Brick said he bugged the cameras so I can hope we aren’t being watched, but I still know not to scream. It’s a surprisingly rational thought, since nothing could stop me from reaching my edge. Not even if a militia of Hunters barged through the door. I’d ignore them entirely and complete my piggy ride.
My body clenches around his tongue, and my insides melt into a mixture of nothingness. My mind erases, only pleasure. Brick whimpers from underneath me, licking me more rapidly as if my rush of liquids is his sustenance. The satisfaction only lasts a moment. I yank on his horns, urging him up my body. The mating frenzy won’t be sated. The only way to end our madness is to be filled and knotted; even then, it won’t last long. I must be stuffed, and then we need to get the fuck out of here so he can pork me some more.
He crawls over me, his body at least doubled in size, his shirt ripped open. I suspect he’s not fully in his pig form, although I have no idea what that looks like. When werewolves shift completely, it’s almost impossible to decipher us from a wolf, except for our size and glowing eyes. Brick isn’t a complete pig. I don’t even know how that would work, so thank God. His face changed, all except his eyes, but his body is just large, covered with thick patches of hair over his chest, arms, and calves.
Of course, I want him desperately because of the hormones running through my body, but I can’t help but marvel at his beauty. Maybe it’s just my mind playing tricks on me. He’s my mate, after all. I’m designed to want him, but he’s just so fearsome, heavy breaths blowing from his snout. He’s fucking hot.
