The Last of the Shifters

Kyra pov: Torture?

“Can we talk about this?” I said nervously, hoping he would take him massive body weight off me and move his hands from between my thighs. “I don’t even know your name, why would I give you mine without knowing yours?” I continued.  

He laughed at me, “You know the name I go by, why would I tell you a name I no longer use?” Suddenly panic washed through me, he told me his name and I don’t remember? 

“He told you his wolf’s name not his birth name dummy. Lucious is the name they go by.” Vixen spoke to me in a low growl as if she was mad at me. “I want to know what your birth name is, If I tell you mine. My hide told you hers.” I rebutted. I can no longer call Vixen my wolf because she is not all wolf, she is a mix of both shifter bloodlines.  

“HIDE????” She screamed at me, I flinched. Lucious busted out laughing at what I said. “What is so funny?” I screamed at him.  

“You called her a hide. She may be a mixed bloodline with Kitsune characteristics, Vixen is still a wolf.” He explained through his laughter. My mouth dropped, I never thought about it like that. I sighed. “Okay, okay my wolf told you, her name. I will not tell you mine without you telling me yours.” I huffed, crossing my arms, I felt like I was in elementary school again having a boy ask me to show him my boobs or something. 

He sunk his fingers into me again, growling. My back arched and as I moan out, slamming my legs shut around his arm. “Stop that, I said we needed to talk, not you torture me!” I shouted. 

“It’s easier to get information through torture sometimes though.” He said, “Especially when the torture subject is a virgin.” He smiled devilishly. My cheeks heated with blush, I about had a panic attack, did he hear my whole conversation, but he was asleep. I started to shake my head, no, no, no. “Excuse me?!” I cried out as he started moving his fingers again. How was this even fair if I say anything he doesn’t like or thinks is not okay, he starts to finger me and I can’t think like this.  

“Stop that, how am I supposed to think like this?” I panted.  

“You’re not, you are supposed to just tell me what I want to know.” He answered in a dominate tone. My whole body quivered and I shook my head no. He thrust his fingers in again, this time stroking my insides sending a wave of pleasure through me, I moaned, throwing my head back. “You’re name, now!” He demanded again. I whimpered when he stopped for a brief moment. I didn’t know why I was reacting in this way but I didn’t want him to stop. “Please don’t stop” I begged.  

He chuckled, “I will give you more once I get my information, or I will keep bringing you to the edge of climax and I will stop every time. Your body gives you away my dear.” My mouth opened and shut multiple times as I contemplated what he said to me. Should I tell him? He couldn’t keep pushing me to the edge sooner or later he would push me over.  

Quickly this became a test of wills.