The Hunted (Sleeping With Monsters Book 2) (15 page)

“Yeah.” Vincent had saved a
part of his heart for me afterall. I thrilled to hear it, even as it made
missing him that much harder.

“He made it clear he wouldn’t
have lived as long as he had without you. So I have you to thank for that. And
you never did anything to hurt him – other than go.”

I closed my eyes. How many
times had I wished I’d been strong or stupid enough to stay with him then, and
take on the whole pack, rules and danger be damned? Would I have been happier
dying alongside him that night? After seven years of living in the hills, the
answer for me was yes.

But my going had kept Vincent
alive – and she’d gone on to make him happy, without me. I flipped to the front
of the book again, with its invocation for her safety. “I’ve got to get you
away from here, Sam. You and the book – he wanted you both safe.”

She reared back. “No way.
We’re not done yet. Now that we know Vincent’s death is Syd’s fault – I want
revenge.”

I started shaking my head. She
needed to go. “It’s not as simple as that.”

“Because he’s your alpha?”

“Because he’s as
indestructible as me. And the rest of my pack --they hate me.”

“Why?”

“Because what I am is not
allowed.”

Her eyebrows rose. “And that
is?”

I looked away from her.
“I like guys as much as I like girls.” I remembered when I’d realized it too, when
I’d been stumbling drunk out of a bar I wasn’t old enough to be in. Hal had
hauled me out into the alley to beat sense into me – weres couldn’t risk
getting jailed, what if you were in prison on a full moon night? -- and cracked
my head against the bricks. I sank down to my knees, seeing double for a
minute, reaching up to beg forgiveness, finding myself on a level with his
cock.

For one decisive moment, Hal
stared down as I stared up, and then after that both of us knew what we were
going to do.

He unzipped his pants and
pulled his cock out and I took it in my mouth, hot and hard, feeling his
fingers twine in my hair as he fucked my face. I let him, dropping my jaw down
as far as it would go, taking him deep inside my throat, feeling the bulb of his
head bobbing at the back of me. A minute, minute-and-a-half later, Hal was
gasping above and I was swallowing cum.

He looked down at me, shoving
his dick back into his pants. “Tell anyone, and you’ll die.”

I shook my head. I wouldn’t. I
was just as hard as he’d been – and the second he left the alley, my hands were
all over my cock until I came.

Hal wanted more, eventually
taking me into the forest, teaching me how to use my ass to pleasure him. He --
and then others -- took me front and back, and I was foolish enough to think
that it made me special, that I was loved, even as I jerked myself off
afterwards, completely alone. 

“And they don’t like that,
why?”

I blinked myself back to the
present. “Because only a wolf with a mate can be an alpha – and wolves don’t
mate, male to male.” I knew you could show another man your knot, but it that
didn’t count. My wolf loved Vincent’s alpha-nature, but it’d never tried to
mate him. Not like it just had with her. “They used me until I was smart enough
to realize that they hated me. And then I stayed out of their way, until
Vincent made me his man. Then pack edged in and pushed me out –“

“And that’s when Vincent found
me,” she said.

“Yeah. And I came here. To
hide and lick my wounds.”

Her hands played at the edge
of her sweater. “Did you hope that he’d come back to you?”

“Of course. Even as I knew if
he did they’d kill us both. And I still wound up getting him --“ I folded in on
myself in blame.

“I thought you were going to
die,” she said, cutting me off. “You should’ve seen yourself. There were holes,
bites, everywhere. I can’t believe that you’re alive.”

“Me either, really,” I said
quietly. I remembered enough of the fight to know that I should have been dead
– and that I was winning, before the others came in.

Almost-alpha!
my wolf
howled, in triumph.  

I’d challenged Syd, and then
my pack arrived. Once they’d hauled me outside some of them had changed into
wolves and bitten me – I put a hand to my throat, remembering the feel of teeth
twisting
.

Only the fact that I hadn’t
changed into a wolf had saved me, and the old rules about weres not killing
other weres. If I had changed, my life would have been forfeit, fights started
as wolves ended as them. But it was perfectly okay however, to screw other weres
over, literally and figuratively, and to set up people that they loved.

“I saw you Max, you should’ve
died,” she said, with an emphasis on the should. “But you didn’t. You’re alive
for a reason.”

Almost-alpha,
my wolf
agreed with her. She crawled over to me, and inside my wolf’s tail beat low at
seeing her on all fours.

“It wasn’t your fault, Max,”
she said, taking my hand. The neck of my sweater hung open on her, showing me
her breasts and the swinging silver locket. “It was Syd’s – and the reason you’re
still alive is so that we can make him pay.”

Was it?

God, I hoped so.

She wanted revenge – and I
wanted her. She was mesmerizing, electric. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her
and hidden underneath my coat my cock ached.

But I spent the rest of the
night acting normal as we figured out our plan together – and I tried to figure
out how to tell her certain truths alone.

“You’re sure you can get all the
traps set in time?” she asked me as she stood up to heat the kettle. My sweater
barely covered her ass. My wolf whined, and I forced myself to concentrate.

“Yeah. If you can get us the
silver. The guns –“ I shook my head. That was her plan. She said it’d work, but
I wasn’t so sure.

“Trust me,” she said, with a wicked
smile.

“All right.” I couldn’t help
but.  

First thing tomorrow, after a
real bath in the creek, we were going to buy silver and shells – revenge would
require luck and a large quantity of ammunition. But it was late now, and I
could see the exhaustion of the past few days resting on her, around her
shoulders and her eyes. I stood, carefully keeping my coat in front of myself
to make my way across the room to take the couch, while she pulled herself onto
my sheetless mattress. Without talking about it we’d agreed to go into our separate
corners for the night.

But there was one last thing. I
inhaled and exhaled deeply. “We have to take the moon into account.”

“That’s all we’ve thought of
this whole time, Max,” she said, her voice thick with sleep. We’d planned
everything to happen when the pack and I would be trapped as wolves, underneath
the full moon’s glare. That way the pack would have to stay up here, and it
would be safe in town for Sam to meet the Marshall.

“No,” I said softly. “On me.”
I couldn’t ask it of her. And yet – it was dark in the cabin, I could see her,
but I knew she couldn’t see all of me -- “Only a wolf with a mate can be
alpha.”

“So?”

“Only an alpha can defeat
Syd.”

“You don’t think silver
buckshot’ll do the trick?”

“That’s assuming he falls for everything.
Some of the others will – but he’s smart.”

“Yeah, I know. I used to try
to give him the slip sometimes.” She snorted. “So – well – mate me.”

Inside, me, my wolf howled in
triumph – and I slapped it down. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“We fucked the other night,
Max –“

“Mating’s different. It’s
deeper than that. It’s not just fucking.”

“Reallllllly.” Her tone was
bemused.

“It’s a connection – it’s –“

“How many people have you done
it with before?”

“No one.”

“Not even Vincent?”

“I couldn’t. My wolf
didn’t work like that.”

“How do you know what
it’s like, if you’re a virgin?”

I groaned. “I know what
I know, all right? If I mate with you, there’s no going back. It’ll be like
challenging Syd directly. He’ll do anything he can after that to kill me – and
you.”

“They’re already
hunting me,” she said, making everything sound logical. “Besides, how do you
even know it’ll work, since I’m not a werewolf too?”

“I just do.” My wolf
knew he would take her – and that
it
would take.

“Why’re you so scared
of it then?” she asked.

“Because,” I said,
unwilling to admit the truth.

She pushed herself up
on one arm. “Tell me how you want it to go.”

“What?”

“You must have thought
about it before,” she said. She rolled over so that her whole body was facing
me, her curves a wave my hands wanted to ride. “So why not tell me what I’m in
for?”

I swallowed and closed
my eyes. If I told her everything, honestly, maybe I’d manage to scare her
away.

“It has to be under the
moonlight,” I began. “I’d want you naked in the woods by the time the moon rose
over the trees. You’d go into the forest, until you found a glade – and I would
follow you there on all fours, finding you by your scent, until I saw you there
in the near dark.”

I’d imagined what it would
be like, before, back when I’d been young enough to still have foolish dreams.

“Go on,” she quietly
urged me.

“I’d want to rub
against you, feel your fingers stroke my fur, breathe all of you in – before I
changed into a man.”

Her hand on her hip carelessly
bunched up my sweater, exposing more of her thigh as I talked. Did she know
that I could see her? Did she care? “I’d want you on all fours, just as I had
been earlier. I’d want you to turn and suck on me. But what you won’t realize
is how hard I will be trying not to gag you with it, how much I’ll want to make
you take it deep for me, to feel my balls slap against your chin with every
thrust. I’ll want to take you, Sammy. And when the mating comes on me, I won’t
want to hear no.”

I paused, worried I’d gone too
far, but I could hear her breathing, soft and warm, and smell her, oh god,
smell her – everything about her was intoxicating, and my wolf whined.
Mount
her now,
my wolf begged, our erection growing hard.

And that was the problem.

“But it won’t be just be me. It’ll
be my wolf, too. We’ll be sharing my body – and I may not be able to control
everything that he’ll do.”

“Like what?” she asked, her
voice low.

Like what I wanted to do to
her right now? The same as my wolf wanted earlier?
L.i.c.k.

“He just – he’s rough. He used
to come out more – when I was in fights. He hasn’t gotten to come out in a long
while.”

“But I thought with the moon
–“

“I mean come out inside me.
Under the surface. Like he was when I woke up – he’s an animal, Sam. It’s not
safe for you.”

“Tell me how to make it safe
then.”

“There is no way to make it
safe.” When my wolf took over – when it was hungry, when its cock was hard -- “Do
whatever I say. Try to stay calm. Don’t run. If you get scared, show your neck
and belly – submit.”

She nodded. “Then what’s next?”
she pressed. I saw her hand drop lower, fingers sliding in between her thighs
and she had to know that I could see her, smell her. She made a breathless sound.
“We don’t have to pretend, do we?” she asked, lifting her top leg slightly up.

My hand reached for my cock,
and hesitated.

“Max – if this is what you
need – what we need –“ she said, her words hanging. I watched her hand rub
herself in lazy circles and listened to her moan before she spoke again. “Then
you can take me. I’ll do whatever you say. I’ll be good.”

The scent of her wetness hung
in the air like some rare perfume – and I took hold of myself, the coat finally
falling away.

“I know you want me. And I
know I want you. That’s all we need to know,” she said, pushing her fingers
inside herself and rocking forward to ride on them, watching me.

“You don’t get it,” I said,
starting to stroke myself. “I’ll have to fuck you so hard, Sam – you don’t even
know,” I panted.

“So tell me,” she whispered,
going back to rubbing her clit. Her fingers were working faster now, and I
wanted to kiss her there, to push my tongue inside of her and taste her beauty.

“I’ll pull my cock out of your
mouth and walk behind you, and push you onto your legs again. And then I’ll
sheath myself in you, hilt deep.” Images flashed in my mind. Teeth and claws –
I imagined myself pushing her into the ground, and fucking her madly – and –

“More,” she whispered.

“I –“ stroked my cock
desperately, losing concentration –

“More –“ she demanded, for
herself.

I imagined her taking it,
pushing back against me, my knot stretching her wide. “And I’ll fuck you,” I
promised her. “Like you were made to be fucked, like you were a were. I’ll fill
you with my cock, taking all of your pussy, fucking you, stretching you wide
until you howl out to the world that you’re mine.”

I came, hard, cum raining down
on my belly, my knot flaring as I gasped.

“Sam – come here.”

She made a strangled noise. She
hadn’t come yet, and she needed to -- but she needed to see me more.

“Now,” I demanded. She
straightened instantly, and pushed the sweater down like she’d been caught.

She crossed the room to me,
and the smell of her sex, god – I kept stroking my fat cock, cum still dripping
out of it. She eyed my hands – jealous of them? – and then gasped.

“I know. It’s why I’m afraid
I’ll hurt you. When I mate you – you’ll be locked to me, for a while.”

She pursed her lips. “I can
handle that.”

“You won’t be able to get away
from me. No matter what happens. No matter who I am – or what I do. You
understand, right?” I needed her to fill in the blanks with her imagination. It
was one thing for a were to bite another were, but to bite a human with
were-strength --