Black Mountain Mates

Nevaeh

        It took two hours to get to get to their home, which made me wonder how much territory this Irishman really owned. There was several smaller houses we passed by before we got to a massive stone home seemingly in the middle of them all. I figured that’s where he had to live, being his high and mighty self.

        “Take her to the outpost.” The Irishman waved off when he shifted back to his human form.

        I snorted at him. “This can all be over if you just let me go.”

        “Then shift!” He shouted over his shoulder, but never stopped walking.

        I huffed and looked away. This wasn’t over. I was not going to give in to his demands easily, and especially not until I know what he’s going to do to me if he figures out if I’m his mate or not.

        ‘You are. I know that. I’m closer to the spirit world than most of the living. That barbaric man, IS our mate.’ My spirit said quietly.

        ‘I was trying to be optimistic.’ I said rolling my eyes.

        With that I focused back to what was happening around me. The brown wolf under me stopped and laid down for me to get off. When shifted back I noticed it was another handsome man, not as stunning as my mate, but beautiful in his own right. Short blonde hair with sparking bark like brown eyes, broad shoulders, tall height, and lean tough muscles. I think it was generic traits for Dire Wolves to be beautiful, lean, and toned.

        His eyes moved over me, for a moment before leaning down and grabbing both of my wrists.

        “Let go! Why are all you wolves so damn pushy!” I tried my best to yank out of his grip, but man, he wasn’t budging.

        My eyes went wide. In front of us was a solid metal pole, on it was two sets of think chains and shackles. I began to thrash as hard as I could. Kicking, dead-weighting, yanking my arms around. Nothing worked though. He easily kicked my legs out from under me, snapped and locked the shackles around my wrists, and took a step back.

        “You should have shifted for him. Alpha Laken isn’t known for his patience.” The guy said with a shrug.

        I spit in his direction. “You, your pack, and your Alpha, can go f**k themselves. I’ll be fine right here.”

        He shrugged. “Yeah, but for how long? You have no shade, no water, no food, and no pants. Good luck, baby.”

        “f*****g wolves…” I huffed out, letting my head fall back against the pole. It was going to rain from the looks of it. Soon I was going to be sitting in the mud.

        The handsome rude wolf was gone, and I was tired. This whole day had turned into a bunch of hellish situations that led me here, chained to a pole in the middle of horror fest, Oregon. If I was even in Oregon still.

        This place should scare me, these people should scare me, my situation should scare me. Yet, I felt nothing. Why was that? I was here prisoner, but something told me I was going to be okay. Not like when I lived in that house. I was afraid every second of everyday. Afraid that one day Gordon was going to beat me to death, or drown me. Scared shitless that Devon was one day going to get the courage to assault me like he did the night before. But now? I was nearly relieved to be away from them. Chained and all.

        Then something hit me. If they find Devon’s body and me missing, they were definitely going to say that I was the one who killed him. Well…I did. But not like they thought. It was self-defense…I have to stop thinking about them. That life was behind me now since I had no intention on going back, rather die than accept going back.

        After another couple minutes, thinking to myself, it started to rain.

        I think it was around midnight when I opened my eyes. I could hear whispers getting louder through the  rain, and instincts told me I needed to be on alert. I pressed my back firmly into the pole and waited for whoever was coming.

        It was three Dire’s, one in wolf form and two in human. I let out a deep breath. This was not going to go well…

        ‘Eyes, Nevaeh. A Dire’s emotions can reach their eyes. They can go dark, black, with anger, and arousal. Or they can completely change to their inner wolves eyes to show they are near change or heavy stimulated by strong emotions, no matter what they be. Right now, none of the other Dire’s can smell that your mated to the Alpha. Prepare for the worst.’ My spirit said quickly.

        I did what she said and looked at their eyes. The one of the human’s eyes were a light blue color, the guy next to him had a hazel that leaned more to the topaz side, and the wolf was a haunting yellow. When I was done observing them, I rolled my eyes.

        “Who is this, boys?” The blue eyed Dire said while his eyes began to run every inch of me.

        The hazel eyed guy shrugged. “A loner or feral, Gunther. A pretty one at that.”

        Blue eyes, who is apparently named Gunther chuckles. “Did you hear what John just said, Kevin?”

        He was gesturing to the guy in wolf form, and I was sure I wouldn’t like what he said.

        “I did, guys a damned freak.” Hazel eyes, named Kevin shook his head.

        “What’s your name, sugar?” Gunther asked licking his lips.

        I ignored him and looked off towards the massive home of the Irishman. I wonder if he was watching at this time of night?

        “We’re talking to you, can’t you hear?” Kevin asked condescendingly.

        I glanced over and shrugged. “I can hear you, just don’t care.”

        John snapped his jaws close to my face, I’m sure signaling for me to shut up.

        Kevin snickered. “Scared of a wolf, baby?”

        “What the hell do you three want anyways? I was kind of busy.” I said rolling my eyes.

        Gunther squatted down to run a hand up my wet arm. “Busy? Come on now, we know with the look of you that you’re a loner. Too pretty and clean to be a feral, so, how about you have some fun with us and we’ll ask the Alpha about you becoming a member of the pack?”

        I raised an eyebrow. “So, your saying s*x with you three and I’m in the pack? Wow, that sounds…hazardous. I’ll take my chances right here with this chain and pole. But, your welcome to go talk to your pathetic Alpha about me anytime. I’m sure that will make his day.”

        John lashed out at me. Locking his jaw around my arm when I tried to push him away, and then nipped my shoulder.

        “It doesn’t have to be like this, girlie. We can have fun, or we can take what we want. I mean, look at you. You’re out here in the dirt, no guard, and no pants. If the Alpha left you out here like this, then he must want for his pack to take advantage. Why else would he do this to you?” Kevin asked with a smirk on his face.

        f**k these Dire’s, but they did have a point. Why the hell would that Irishman leave me out here like this? I’m close to naked and he…didn’t care. Why does it offend me that he didn’t care? I don’t know him, and he doesn’t know me. Why the hell did I care?

        ‘Because he’s your mate. Sucks as it is, but you will always feel like this. I’m sorry, Nevaeh. It’s eventually going to get stronger.’ My spirit says with a hint of sadness in her voice.

        I felt the strange urge to cry at that. ‘Why do the gods hate me so much? Stuck between two races, forced to be abused by my fake family, tortured until broken, finally free and then this. Taken, locked up, and now I had to face more abusive males.’

        My spirit dimmed a little from my own sadness. ‘I know. You don’t deserve this. Maybe our mate will save us?’

        ‘Before or after they rape me?’ I said condescendingly.

        Gunther tugged at my soaked muddy black underwear. “Let’s get these off, and you warmed up. We can be gentle. Well, maybe not John. He’s got it in his head that he’s going to take you as he is right now. Which, that is going to hurt.”

        My body trembled at that. Being forced in itself was horrifying, but being raped by a Dire wolf was…not going to happen.

        “Don’t touch me.” I snapped, kicking out to keep Gunther from sliding my panties off my hips.

        Within a second Kevin grabbed me and yanked me up with my back against his chest. He laughed while I strained against the chains. He used his hands on the back of my knees to spread my legs open.

        “Get off! No!” I screamed.

        Gunther slapped me hard across my face, busting my lip open. “Shut the hell up, or I’ll knock you unconscious.”

        “f**k you! Piece of bullshit wolf!” I shouted at him as loud as I could before Gunther shoved a large rock inside my mouth, scrapping my teeth and pinning my tongue to the bottom of my mouth.

        I wasn’t going to cry. I had no intention on giving them that kind of satisfaction. I closed my eyes and wished to the gods and goddesses. I wouldn’t pray. Being in that house with Gordon, praying seemed like a dirty act. So, I wished. Like I was blowing out birthday candles. Wished someone would come and save me from what was about to happen, since I wasn’t going to be able to save myself. 

        “Open your eyes and look at me, loner!” Gunther growled out.

        I shook my head, my jaw was already beginning to throb.

        He landed another slap across my face. “I said open your f*****g eyes!”

        His hand moved to rub the outside of my underwear while his other gripped my chin hard. I tried to thrash away from the touching, but it was useless. This was it. I was going to have my virginity stolen and raped at the same time.

        ‘Someone help me!’

        “f**k, Kevin. I think this is the best idea John’s ever had. Can you smell her?” Gunther groaned out, letting go of my chin to work at releasing his straining hard-on.

        I sucked in a breath and prepared for the searing pain. Then suddenly I was dropped. I sloshed into the mud with a hard thunk. The moment I hit the ground my eyes shot open, maybe I should have kept them shut. I immediately got the rock out of my mouth and focused on what was happening. In front of me was a massive black wolf I recognized, and he was busy ripping Kevin and Gunther apart like they were paper. Blood sprayed and sloshed everywhere. As the Irishman ripped the head off Kevin with ease, coincidentally, when he did the blood splattered across my face and chest.

        For some unknown reason, I couldn’t look away. I watched after he was done with the two, he turned and attacked John. The two wolves clashed together, but not for very long. It didn’t take much for the Alpha to overpower the smaller wolf, with his jaws he ripped John’s throat out and with his paws he gutted the fallen wolf.

        When the Irishman was done, his venomous gaze turned to me. I stiffened and swallowed hard when he came over to me. His eyes bore into mine, and I was sure I was next. Yet, I wasn’t afraid. Without realizing what I was doing I bit my busted lip. The way he was looking at me was making my stomach tighten and my center wet. This was wrong. I shouldn’t be getting aroused at a time like this, but my body was doing its own thing at this point.

        The Irishman put his wolfy snout to the air and sniffed a few times. I wondered what he was doing, but then I remembered what Gunther asked Kevin right before they died. Dire’s can obviously smell things like no other being, which meant he could more than likely smell my moist core. Before I could react, his tongue dragged across my face. I was shocked, and could only sit still and wait for him to be done. It was only after a few more licks that I realized what he was doing. He was cleaning the blood from my face.

        The act was simple, but not for the two of us. This Alpha had never done or said a kind thing to me, and yet now he was cleaning me up? And to my dismay, the licking was seeming more and more intimate by the moment. Currently, I was clenching my thighs together and hoping he was stopping soon.

        Oh boy.

        I was so wrong.

        The Irishman pulled away to move his snout down to my neck, running his tongue across a spot that sent electric waves of a pleasure I didn’t know existed through my body. My eyes instantly shut while I couldn’t stop the slight moan that exited my mouth. I was shocked back into reality when a pair of fiery lips landed on mine. The feeling sent another thundering motion through me that I never wanted. This was too much. I was feeling too much.

        I slightly opened my eyes to confirm what I already knew. The Irishman was lip locked with me, and as I closed my eyes tightly I felt his hand slip behind my head to pull me in closer.

        This was wrong.

        I shouldn’t be letting him in, letting him touch me like this, but everything else in me wanted him to keep going. I couldn’t help it. I even opened up and let him deepen the kiss. Our tongues ran across each other like they were perfectly in sync.

        ‘Why do I feel like this? Spirit? Why do I feel like…’

        ‘Home? It’s the bond. This Dire was made for you, and you him. Wherever you are, nothing will feel as good as being by his side. That’s why severing the bond, will kill this side of you. And me.’ My spirit said before receding back into my soul.

        I let out a whimper, hoping to get the Irishman’s attention, and it worked. He pulled back away from me like I was acid, standing up to run his hands through his hair. Like this I could actually see him. He was older than me, by several years. His eyes looked tired, his posture was lazier than before, and something about him felt restless. His 5o’clock shadow was thicker, while I was just noticing he was naked from shifting back to his human form.

        ‘Holy goddesses in the sky…’ My spirit gasped.

        ‘Stop it. Let me focus on…not focusing on his…’ How was I stuttering in my own head?

        My spirit felt as if it was leaning towards him. ‘That in itself was designed by a god.’

        I pushed her back out of my head so I could go back to what I was doing.

        “Are you hurt?”

        Hearing his thick accented voice caused me to meet him. “I’m fine.”

        “Your lip, it’s leaking.” He said while pacing.

        He looked tired and threatening. If someone were to walk up and say one thing, I’m afraid they would join the three bodies in the mud.

        “It’s fine. Nothing I haven’t had happen before.” I reassured, but it only seemed to upset him further.

        The Irishman huffed and slammed his fist above me into the metal pole. “Why won’t you shift for me? It’s simple, shift and then this can all be done with.”

        I rolled my eyes. Seems we’re back on. “What does that even mean? Maybe if you explain what’s supposed to happen after I ‘shift for you’, I might be more inclined to do it.”

        He scoffed his irritation. “I’ll decide whether to keep you or kill you.”

        “Back to this? I already told you. Kill me.” I said shaking my head. “I don’t get it. You left me out here in a ripped-up shirt and panties. You practically left me out here with a sign that said ‘open for whatever you want’. If you wanted me beaten down and tortured by your pack, then why come out and save me at the last second? If you despise me so much why stop them? I don’t understand you! Why even entertain the idea of keeping me? You said it yourself, who would want a weak mate like me?”

        “I don’t know!” The Irishman’s face twisted with his anger. “I didn’t think anyone in my pack would be stupid enough to try and rape you out in the open like this. Open humiliation, mocking, faced with the weather and no food or water, that’s what I intended. I am not morally okay with raping or physically abusing a female for sport. I just…need you to shift.”

        I smirked, leaning up on my knees. “You think me weak? Well, from my view, you are the weak one. Claim to be an Alpha, yet chain your ‘said’ mate to a pole to be humiliated and abused. Weakness isn’t showing it, weakness is proving your less of a person than the one next to you. I may be on my knees in front of you, but from here you are smaller than me.”

        He looked shocked and livid. Angry enough that he shifted on the spot, becoming his massive aggressive black wolf. I stayed planted in the mud with a smug look on my face. He growled at me, but I didn’t flinch.

        “Boy, you’re so wrong if you think I’m afraid of you. Big bad Alpha, losing his temper?” I taunted, getting another fierce growl from the Irishman. “Go on. Snap those strong jaws down on my neck and kill me. I have an idea, if you kill me, then you’ll feel if the mate bond severs or not. You can figure it out that way, big daddy.”

        His chest heaved with his anger, before anything else happened he turned and ran for the forest.

        The moment he was gone I let out a cry. Why did I feel? I should be numb by now…