Jacks, Marcy - Handcuffed to the Werewolf [DeWitt's Pack 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove)
Authors: Marcy Jacks
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DeWitt's Pack 3
Handcuffed to the Werewolf
Jason Snowe woke up in a nightmare. Kidnapped and thrown into a cement hole, he is chained to a werewolf, and is to be used for food when the wolf becomes too hungry to go without!
Mick Stewart despises the fact that he was caught by a bunch of lowbrow hunters, but there is always a silver lining. The human they chained him to is his mate, and though Jason is wary of him, they both agree that working together is their only chance of
escape.
For Mick, traveling whilst chained to a human only slows him down, and though Jason tries to keep the silver in the chain from affecting him, he soon comes down with a case of silver poisoning.
For Jason, finding out that he has a mate is surreal enough, but now he is faced with the possibility of losing Mick to the hunters before they even have the chance to really know each other.
Genre:
Alternative (M/M or F/F), Paranormal,
Vampires/Werewolves
Length:
23,576 words
HANDCUFFED TO THE
WEREWOLF
DeWitt’s Pack 3
Marcy Jacks
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MANLOVE
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Copyright © 2012 by Marcy Jacks
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HANDCUFFED TO THE
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DeWitt’s Pack 3
MARCY JACKS
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
When Jason Snowe woke up in the middle of the night to hands grabbing him out of his bed, he’d thought he’d woken up into a nightmare. A black bag that made it nearly impossible to breathe had been stuffed over his head, the neck tied so tight that no fresh air could get in, and within seconds he was breathing in his own hot carbon dioxide that made his face break out into a sweat.
He’d tried to scream at them, to call for help, though he had no roommates who would hear him, and his neighbours on his floor were practically deaf.
His captors didn’t so much as talk to him, though he heard their muffled voices speaking to each other through his bag.
Once he’d stopped panicking enough to calm down and pay attention, that is. It did nothing to help him figure out where they were
taking him.
They tossed him onto what he figured out was the hard floor of a van, and it rumbled with the engine as it drove off with him inside.
Jesus Christ, he should’ve known coming here would be a bad idea. The town was too small, and someone within the local religious population had found out that the new clerk at the gas station was gay.
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If Jason was at all lucky, these people were just going to take him to a confessional or something and try to get him to renounce his perverted ways.
If he was unlucky, which, as of late, he had been, they were going to lynch him. Then maybe say that a wolf had dragged him away.
The locals did talk about the wolf cries at night. Said they were ferocious around these parts.
Jesus Christ. Jason panicked and began to struggle in earnest once more, the bonds tying his hands scraping at his wrists, but he didn’t stop until someone hit him with something hard over the face, and instantly his body relaxed.
He didn’t come to again until the bag was ripped off, and the air
felt like such a cold jolt to his skin that he had no choice to become fully aware. Like someone had doused him in cold water.
He just nearly pissed himself at the grungy-looking scene before him. Hey, no one could ever accuse him of being brave.
It looked like something out of a
Saw
movie. There was a hole in the ground, at least fifteen feet deep and definitely man-made. This wasn’t something quickly dug up. It was layered in concrete. Jason couldn’t tell how thick they were, but the metal rings, some of which had chains attached to them, looked anything but friendly. He didn’t even want to concentrate too much on what those brown stains were.
Yeah, they were definitely lynching him.
He raised his hands. “Look, guys, I don’t know what this is, but it’s no business of mine.”
“Bring in the other one and put them in,” said the gruff voice of
someone cloaked to look like one of those evil dementor creatures
from
Harry Potter
. He spoke as though Jason hadn’t said a word.
Then more rough hands gripped him hard enough to bruise before throwing him over. Jason hadn’t even had a chance to fight back.
He landed awkwardly on his feet, collapsing onto his side as the pain exploded in his right ankle and sliced up his leg. He cried out, clutching at the spot, but the men who threw him over jumped down
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with all the grace that an intended move like that could give them, and then started pulling out chains from their black robes.
“What are you going to do to me?” he asked when he could get his mouth to work on something other than weak little whimpering sounds.
Again, no one answered him. They went about their day as though this was as normal as apple pie.
Who the fucking hell were these people?
He couldn’t get up, and the was nowhere for him to even try and go with his ankle throbbing like it was—
please, God, don’t let it be broken
—so he stayed put and watched the men work, attaching a heavy chain to one of the rings in the chipped cement ground, removing other chains. Someone must have been doing some heavy lifting outside of the hole, because Jason heard a lot of grunting and pulling from above.
He figured out what exactly they were dragging into this pit when a giant furry animal was dropped in with a heavy thud less than ten feet away from where he lay.
Jason screamed. A bear! They’d just tossed a heavy fucking bear in here with him! Christ, was it alive or dead?
Someone said something else, but Jason was too busy screaming
to know what it was.
He figured it out real quick when someone slapped a handcuff ring around his right wrist. Jason tried to yank his hand away. “Stop that!”
It seemed they only paid any attention to him when he was struggling, and he fought and kicked and bit down hard on any bit of flesh that came near him.
