Captive Luna

Confessions

       She roused, not sure what woke her up. The sun was still low, indicating it was morning, nine at the latest. She rubbed her eyes to wake herself more. She got out of bed and headed to the washroom. There was some toothpaste and a toothbrush, so she brushed her teeth. She used the toilet, and then washed herself. She usually took a shower in the mornings, but since there wasn’t a shower here, that was the best she could do.

        She padded back to her cot, examining her ankle. It was almost fully healed, just some bruising which didn’t hurt. She looked around her room, spotting the now-empty bag that contained her dinner. She thought about Bailey.

Why did he leave so suddenly?

Probably because we told him we have a mate, her wolf replied, stretching in her mind. We should have told him we rejected him.

We’ll tell him the next time it comes up then, she replied.

        She rummaged through her backpack, pulling out the spare clothes. Thinking about Bailey, she dressed herself and fixed her hair as best as she could. Not that she could be very attractive with what she had to work with. She didn’t have a brush, no extra clothes… She didn’t have anything. A soft knock on the door had her holding her breath.

              “Claude?” Bailey called from the hallway.

              “Yes, I’m up,” she responded, her voice a few octaves higher than usual.

Calm yourself, pup. Claude chastised her playfully. Act cool. Be cool.

        He opened the door, hands full of bags. He had breakfast for them. She walked up to him to help, taking the mugs from him. Luckily, they had lids, otherwise, it would have spilled everywhere. He set the bag on her cot and surveyed the area.

              “I’ll be back in a minute,” he told her quickly as he exited the room, closing the door behind him.

Why did he leave us so quickly? Claude asked sadly.

I’m sure he’ll be back soon, she reassured her. 

       She didn’t understand the way he made her feel, especially since she didn’t even know his name or his friend’s name. Her wolf seemed sure of how they felt. She opened the bags and found the condiments for the coffee. She dumped all the milk available and added two sweeteners. As a wolf, they didn’t get sick as humans do, so diabetes wasn’t an issue. She just liked the taste of the sweetener, too much sugar would make the coffee taste like syrup. She took a sip and sat down on her cot, waiting for Bailey to return. And return he did.

              “Could you grab the door?” he asked, out of breath. She got up and rushed to the door, holding it open. There was a small breakfast table and two chairs sitting in the hallway. He grabbed the chairs and put them inside her cell. and went back to the table. He brought it in, and she closed the door. She went back and picked up her coffee and the bag containing her breakfast. He took the bag from her and pulled out its contents, putting them gingerly on the table.

              “There’s pancakes, bacon, and fruit.” He stated, not sure how to talk to her. He just knew he needed to be near her. He had never been tongue-tied around a woman before, but words tended to slip his mind when she was around.

              “There’s a lot of it, I can’t finish it all…” she trailed off, eyes wide staring at the feast before her.

              “Yeah, that’s not all for you,” he laughed, eyes twinkling. He felt more relaxed.

              She pulled off the lids of the various Tupperware and they used them as plates. He didn’t bring a knife, just forks for them. She was still technically a prisoner after all. He watched her get his plate ready, his mouth watering at her mouth. Her lips were slightly parted, and he so badly wanted to kiss them. He had already envisioned her last night, his p***s straining against his shorts again. He clasped his hands and put them in his lap, hoping to hide his excitement. He wasn’t sure if Gray was more excited or if he was.

              She could smell his arousal. She bit her lip and placed his plate in front of him. He took a sharp breath as he stared at her mouth. She glanced at him, feeling the familiar throbbing in her panties. She fixed herself a plate, ignoring the wetness between her legs.

              “Thank you,” she said quietly as she took a bite of her pancake. She groaned at its taste. Their chef must be good. Her mouth watered as she took another bite. Forget how this God of a man-made her feel, the pancakes nearly made her orgasm.

              “You’re welcome,” he replied, taking a bite of his own, trying to ignore the sweet scent of her wetness. They ate in silence for a few moments.

              “So, tell me,” he said as he swallowed the rest of his breakfast. He ate the bacon – his absolute favourite. “Why are you running from your mate?”

              She paused, thoughtfully. She needed to tell him about the rejection, something in her knew he could be trusted. She took another bite and chewed it longer than she should have, taking a sip of coffee from her mug.

              “I’m going to tell you from start to finish, I won’t be including everything that I don’t think is relevant,” she warned, setting her mug down carefully on the table. He nodded. “But first, tell me about yourself. What’s your name?”

              He blinked in surprise; he couldn’t believe he forgot to introduce himself. He knew her name and jerked off to her all night, yet she didn’t even know his name. His face reddened at the memory. “Everyone calls me Bailey.” He said, his voice deep and raspy. He cleared his throat. “My last name is Bailey, but my first name is Lincoln.” He extended his hand.

              She took his hand, a delicious warmth radiating from it, it traveled up her arm. It wasn’t like the sparks when her mate touched her, but this was still pleasant. “Nice to meet you,” she said, smiling.

Look how pretty she is, Gray said. Can we mate with her? We can mark her too!

Simmer down, pup, Bailey chastised. Good for nothing horny-ass pup.

We’re lonely, Gray whined quietly. Bailey pushed Gray to the back of his mind, sitting him down in a nearby chair.

              “I grew up in this pack, I’m an Elite warrior, I have a sister, my parents live along the border since they retired,” he said, rambling. “I’m 29 years old, mateless still, and a Libra. Daniel is my best friend and fellow Elite warrior. You can call him Dan.”

Smooth, Gray snickered.

              She chuckled at the astrological part of his introduction. They were paranormal beings; astrology wasn’t really at the forefront of their history, though it was a part of the paranormal world. “Why are you mateless?” she asked carefully, not wanting to upset him if it was a touchy subject.

              “I, um,” he started, looking away. At least his erection went away. “I haven’t found her yet. She hasn’t died, so I’m assuming she must not be from around here.”

              “Oh,” she said, not knowing what else to say. “Okay well let me tell you a little bit about me.” She stood up and walked to the cot, sitting down on it. He picked up his chair, brought it closer to her bed, turned it around, and sat on it with his arms resting on the back of the chair.

              “I met my mate when I turned eighteen. He was wonderful. We had mated and marked each other soon after we found each other. I wasn’t from his pack, we found each other at the Gathering.” She started.

The Gathering was a ball that was hosted by the King and Queen of wolves, who resided in Manhattan. They originated from England but moved to New Amsterdam in America when the wolf population died out in Europe in the late 16th century. Their descendants remained in what is now Manhattan, the Prince mateless for a long time. His mother, the Queen, decided to host a ball and extended the invitations to all of the mated Alphas and Lunas of the packs, inviting only the mateless otherwise, regardless of rank. The King and Queen weren’t terribly concerned about ranks dating or mating from other ranks. To them, the Moon Goddess paired them for a reason and there was no reason to doubt her pairings. There were many from different continents. On the night of the very first Gathering, the Prince finally found his mate. She was an Asian wolf, a strong warrior who fought equally as well in her human form and her wolf form. They were coronated as King and Queen shortly after completing the mating process, and they decided to continue the ball on a yearly basis. Since then, the King and Queen of the wolves had passed down the title, like a pack that coronates a new Alpha when the pup comes of age. Bailey had gone to the Gathering every year since he turned 18. He still left mateless every year.

“We had s*x a lot, but it wasn’t resulting in pregnancy,” she continued. “I guess the lack of pregnancy time after time, took its toll on him. He became distant, stopped coming home every night. I blamed myself, even though our pack’s doctor said that there didn’t appear to be an issue for us.”

“One night, he came home. He smelled of another she-wolf, and I got angry. We fought and that’s when he started hitting me. It became a regular occurrence, and I stopped trying to argue with him. I stopped taking social invitations. He continued to cheat, continued to come home, drunk, and would take it out on me. I put up with it for three years.” She took a breath, looking up at him to gauge his reaction. His face was stone. She glanced down and continued.

“The last straw was last year,” she gulped, tears filling her eyes. He leaned over, tilting her chin up with his index finger willing her to look at him. She finally looked up and he saw the tears in her eyes. His eyes darkened with rage but carefully wiped the tears from her eyes. He nodded at her to continue.

“He came home drunk, he had lipstick all over his neck, hickeys everywhere. It wasn’t new. I knew he was unfaithful,” she said quietly. “He came into our bed and began touching me. He hadn’t touched me let alone had s*x with me in over two years at that point. I thought he didn’t want me anymore because I was defective. I couldn’t give him a pup for Goddess knows whatever reason. I thought he was trying to make up for it by intimate with me until he slurred some other woman’s name. He yanked my pants off and slid inside me. I tried to tell him that it was me, not her. He slapped me and told me he knew who I was and continued on. He tore my clothes off while I tried to fight him. He said that since I was his mate, I had to do it.”

Bailey’s hands curled up into fists. His wolf was ready to go out and hunt this son of a b***h down.

“He r***d me. And r***d me nearly every night for the last year. I stopped going out after the first time, stopped talking to my friends. I didn’t want to be near anyone in case I told them what was happening. He was popular, on his best behaviour in front of everyone. But around me, he was a monster. He would come into my room, even if I was busy watching tv, he’d just yank my clothes off and have s*x with me. He’d always pull out, no wonder I never got pregnant. He’d slap and punch me if I tried to talk him out of it. I used to think it was just the wolfsbane he was drinking, but he started raping me even while he was sober. The last time he forced himself on me, he didn’t pull out like he usually did. He r***d me three times that night, and each time, he filled me with his sperm. I finally planned my exit and left. I rejected him and the pack at the border. I was wandering around when you found me.” She looked at him, holding her breath.

“What pack are you from?” he asked, the coldness in his voice noticeable. He wasn’t angry at her, just at the situation. Trying to mask his anger, it came out cold.

“I can’t tell you,” she said sadly. “He’ll find me, as I said yesterday.”

“What if we put you under protection here?” He offered, still, his voice was steel.

“I can’t risk it,” she said.

“We’re the Midnight Sun pack, the largest in the United States. I dare him to threaten a pack member!” he roared. She flinched. His eyes softening, looking at her. “I mean, we can handle him and anything he throws at us.”

“I know, but this is my decision. I don’t want you guys to fight my battles,” she countered, placing her small hand on his fist.

“What if we told my Alpha what is happening. He’s a stand-up guy. He wouldn’t allow any pack member to go through something like this. What if we went, told him what you’ve been through, and became a part of my pack? I can protect you, Dan will too.” he pressed.

“I’m sorry, I can’t,” she said, removing her hand from his fist. She stood up and paced. “I can’t risk your life, your pack’s life, and Daniel’s life. I’m sorry,” she whispered. He stood up and walked to her. He gently wrapped her in his arms, the warmth of her body firm against the hardness of his own. She gingerly wrapped her arms around him, clinging to his neck. He rested his chin on the top of her head.

“Then do you want to stay down here?” he asked, kissing the top of her head. She smiled slightly into his chest. “It’d be easier if Alpha Xander knew, you could come and stay with me.”

“I know Lincoln,” she said softly. She genuinely cared about this man, even though technically he was her captor. He cared about her, and for the first time since her first boyfriend as a teenager, she felt wanted. “But it’s safer for everyone if I just stayed down here.” She added quickly.

“What about your wolf? She needs exercise, you know that” he asked. He looked down to take a look at her. She lifted her chin to look up at him. There was easily almost a foot and a half difference in their height.

“I think she’ll be okay,” she reasoned. Without realizing, their faces had come closer to each other. The familiar throbbing in her nether region began again. She felt his manhood swell against his jeans, pressed into her stomach.

“If this is really what you want, then fine. I will take you and your wolf out for a run once or twice a week, depending,” he negotiated, staring at her lips. Her beautiful lips with the perfect cupid’s bow.

“Fine by me,” she whispered. “I can’t wait.”

Kiss her damnit! Gray urged him.

     He closed his eyes and bent down to meet her lips. They were as soft as he imagined. They kissed chastely until she slid her tongue along his lips, asking for entrance. His now erect p***s was straining painfully against his jeans. He opened his mouth to let her in. Their tongues roamed around each other, exploring their new surroundings. He deepened the kiss, tangling his hands in her hair. She slid her small hands from his neck to his hair. He picked her up without breaking the kiss. She wrapped her legs around his waist, as he pinned her to the wall behind her. He trailed kisses along her cheek and down to her jaw. She moaned. Bailey took this as an invitation to explore her body further. He moved his kisses down her neck, to her marking spot. He glanced at it, noticing that it looked like there was a scar, in place of where a mated mark normally was. He took note of that before he licked it. She inhaled sharply, digging her nails into his shoulders. He licked and sucked as she moaned louder. His hands went under the hem of her shirt, trailing upward toward those perky t**s he pleasured himself to the night before. Was it creepy? Yes. Did he care? A little. Did Gray? Absolutely not.

    Bailey and Gray were fighting for control. His eyes flickering from black to hazel constantly. She knew he was fighting his wolf, whereas hers was purring in delight. She wanted him. She wanted to feel wanted, and beautiful. Bailey was giving her exactly what she needed. She pulled her top off and kissed him again. His hands found her breasts and kneaded them roughly. She liked the roughness. Mostly because she instigated it. She chose to allow him, and this was empowering for her. He slid his fingers into her bra, touching her n*****s. They were as erect as his p***s. She moaned again, and Bailey was fighting a losing battle with Gray. He took her n****e into his mouth as he pinched and rolled the other. She cried out in ecstasy, her shorts dripping wet with her juices. He moved to the other breast, lightly licking the mound, stopping short of her n****e. She whimpered. He groaned as he ground his d**k against her p***y. If only clothes weren’t a thing. He took her n****e into his mouth and bit down firmly, sucking as if her tit was the source of life. She screamed, orgasming, her shorts dripping wet with her c*m; he lifted her onto her cot, so that her short legs were dangling off of the side of it. She sat up and rubbed his c**k through his pants.

Mate with her, Gray commanded.

We shouldn’t, she’s with pup! Bailey yelled at him. We should find out if that’s even safe first! And she bears the scar of her ex-mate. What if something happens? We should just leave her alone!

Look at her, Gray said frantically.

              She had freed his thickness from his pants. She was rubbing it slowly, her small hands unable to wrap around it fully. He moaned as she put her mouth on the head of his length. He hissed as she touched his ball sack, kneading it. If she didn’t stop, he’d c*m down her throat in a minute, which wasn’t impressive for their first time. She sucked on the tip, making popping noises as she popped it in and out of her mouth like a lolly. She tasted his precum, and it tasted heavenly. She stroked his long length, as she bent her head. She licked his nut sack, and he shivered in delight. She opened her mouth wide, taking one side of his testicles into her mouth, sucking gently. He inhaled sharply and moaned in delight. She spat on her hand and stroked him faster. She moved to the other testicle, licking the underside of it before taking it into her mouth. She moaned. The vibration was nearly enough to make him c*m like a fountain. She was about to take all of him into her mouth and throat when suddenly he pulled away.

              She was confused and looked up. He was pulling his pants back up. Her throat was tight with tears.

              “Did I do something wrong?” she asked, her voice unsteady.

              “No, beautiful,” he whispered, not looking at her. “I shouldn’t have come here.”

              “Oh,” she said, snapping her mouth shut.

              “You’ve been through so much and here I am, taking advantage of it,” he said apologetically. He walked to the door. “I’m sorry.” He said, as he closed the door quietly and locked it.

He feels guilty for what happened to us, Claude said thoughtfully.

He does, absolutely. But we instigated it. We wanted it badly, she replied. The throbbing in her panties still evident.

Let’s try talking to him next time he comes, probably soon, Claude suggested.

              She picked up her clothes and headed to the washroom to wash up. It was going to be a long day.