Silver Creek Academy

A Walk In The Dark

Curiosity gets the best of Frances. She steps outside, a cool breeze blowing her hair as she takes cautious steps toward the backyard. Oblivious to the dangers in the dark, she makes her way to the edge of the yard. Three pairs of eyes watch her with need. Frances shivers and silently curses herself for not bringing a sweater to keep her warm. She treads deeper and frowns when she realizes she’s ventured too far. A howl echoes in the night, causing her to yelp.

“A little far from home, aren’t you?” A deep voice says.

She gasps and starts to back away only to bump into something hard.

“Tsk tsk, should’ve stayed in the house.” She’s jerked back by the hips.

She bites her lip to prevent herself from crying out in pain. Another figure steps into her view and she can’t help but be mesmerized by him. Lost in his green orbs, she parts her lips and exhales. She’s never felt like this. Needing. Wanting. Behind her, she hears a growl. The one holding her leans down and hisses. “You’re a filthy girl, aren’t you? I bet you’re getting wet just imagining all of us taking you on this forest ground.”

“Bring her to me, I want to have a closer look.” The one who she assumes is in charge.

Frances is pushed in his direction and shoved to her hands and knees. The leader kneels to her level and cups the side of her face, forcing her to meet his dark gaze. “Soon, you’ll be ours, but not tonight. Tonight, we just wanted to see you. Smell you. Taste you.”

Frances can’t breathe when he leans in and runs the tip of his tongue along her cheek. He hums in approval and throws her a flirtatious smirk. “You are delicious. I’m Jace, the one who cornered you is Maddox and Remy. We’ll come on the next full moon and claim you and not a minute sooner. One by one, we’ll have our way with you. Stretch you out nice and wide. Until then, we’ll come to you in your dreams. One dream at a time, you’ll learn to crave our touch.”

A soft moan falls from her lips and she closes her eyes. When she opens her eyes, Jace, Maddox, and Remy are gone. Just like she imagined the whole thing. But what isn’t gone is the wetness between her thighs. She liked the thought of having three men ravage her.

Bennet paces the front porch angrily. Frances was missing. He was on the verge of hunting her down and dragging her by the hair all the way home. His father assured him she would be just fine. Just as he was about to look for her, he could sense her before he saw her. Not only that, but there was also a new smell. Her arousal mixed with a scent of a wolf. Three of them. Jealousy got the better of him. He sped towards her and gripped her by the wrist. A gasp escapes from her as he circles her waist. “Do you know how worried I was? You can’t just go walking in the dark. There are things far worse than me. Wolves, monsters, and let’s not forget the witches. Promise me you won’t ever do that again.”

Frances nods her head.

“Say it, say I promise.”

“I promise.”

From a distance, Bennet’s father watches his son and Frances. A ghost of a smile spreads when he sees it. The spark between Bennet and Frances. It won’t be long now. A beautiful, tanned woman joins Bennet’s father and hands him a glass of whiskey. He takes it and smiles over at her. “Took you long enough.”

“Magic takes time, you know this. So… it’s starting. The wolves took the bait and Bennet is…”

“Hush Sarah, Bennet is not to know about this. Not until the full moon. That’s when the real magic happens.”

“Mmm, you seem extra tense tonight, my Lord. Want to go up to your quarters to relieve some tension?”

A wicked grin creeps across his face as Sarah presses up against him. “Sounds like a plan. Are you sure you’re up to playing with me tonight?”

Sarah bites her lip. “Only if Daddy can come out and play.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game, little witch.”

Bennet’s father glances at his son and Frances one last time before following Sarah into the house.

Bennet leads Frances by the hand and pulls her to his chest. Her chest rises and falls, her heartbeat beating so hard. Bennet clenched his jaw and tried to fight the urge to sink his teeth into his stepsister’s neck. He wanted to taste her sweet nectar on his tongue. He knew his father would probably be pissed, but he can’t help it. He needed to taste her sweet blood.

He moved so quickly. He pushed her against the tree and held her firmly by the waist. Frances got lost in his eyes and was soon under his spell. Bennet leaned down and kissed the spot right under her ear. His lips traveled down and sunk his teeth into her tender flesh. Frances tried to scream but nothing came out. Her eyes widen when she feels his c**k against her belly. The more she struggles, the more it turns him on. And Frances? It makes her ashamed to admit that she’s enjoying this more than Bennet. In fact, she can’t help but want the three men and Bennet to make her feel good. She wants to feel all their hands on her body.

A soft moan emits from her lips, causing Bennet to still. He pulls away from her neck and frowns. Her blood is sweeter than the blood he consumes. Not bitter at all. Blood runs down her neck, causing his eyes to darken. Frances is in a trance. She’s clinging to him for dear life. He can see the desire in her eyes. And her scent is driving him crazy. He tries to untangle their bodies, but she’s not having it.

“Stop, I shouldn’t have done that. s**t, I shouldn’t have touched you. It’s forbidden to…”

“It’s okay, I know I’m not pretty like the other girls you’re used to.”

“It’s not that, you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“Then why?”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you. Not yet. Just promise me you won’t ever go into the woods again.”

“Ben…”

He takes her by the shoulders and shakes her violently. “Promise me!”

Her eyes widen and she cries out in pain. “Ok! I promise.”

Bennet picks her up bridal style and carries her inside. Thankfully, his father was busy with his witch. Otherwise, he’d have his head if he knew he fed on Frances. He takes Frances to her room and sets her onto her bed. Without another glance, he storms out and leave her more confused.

“What the hell just happened?” She whispered to herself.

That night, she dreamed of Jace. They promised her they would come to her. One by one, until the night of the full moon.

“So wet, baby. Is this all for me?” Jace growled and ripped her panties off.

“Yes, it’s all for you.” Frances moaned and arched her back.

No matter how hard Frances tries to fight Jace, she can’t. She’s powerless to the Alpha. She struggles against the restraints and screams as his teeth sink into her neck.