Mistress of Blood and Fur

Chapter 28 - Wild Dreams

Onyx

“I’m claiming you, Onyx Warcloud,” Grace declares, as she strips her wet clothes off. I’ve seen her in various states of undress, but it’s different tonight with the moonlight streaming through my window.

She’s beautiful, with her full breasts and slim waist that curves to wide hips. They’re good for making healthy pups, one would say. But there’s never been a problem for most of us wolves when it comes to procreation.

“I’m yours to claim,” I growl, Blaze roaring wildly in my head. I’m trying my best not to roughly pull Grace down on me to devour her mouth, taste her skin.

“B-but we’ll have to take it slowly,” she says, although she has already straddled my naked body with hers. Nothing separates us, but she’s still tentative. Afraid. Her hips touch the skin of mine, her p***y still inches away from my erection.

“Of course,” I assure her. “Just tell me if it hurts.”

We roll until she’s underneath me. I need enough control to make sure she feels good, without getting hurt. We kiss, tongues lashing at each other. She bites my lower lip and we taste the blood together. It awakens more of the trembling passion inside of me, as I lower my mouth to her neck while I knead her breasts. Then, I pinch both her n*****s as I lick a path from her collarbone to the valley between her breasts. She moans. I don’t think she’s in pain, though I’m far from gentle. I lower my head further to lick her n*****s, soothe them from my pinches.

The rest feels like a blur of kisses and moving bodies. My c**k throbs from need. I want her now, but I need her wet and ready. So, I suckle one of her breasts, drawing in the n****e hard while I tease her c**t with my fingers. Her hips rise and fall as moisture gathers where I want it. I test her with my fingers, touch the slick as I push in and out.

“You’re ready,” I declare, hoping that she won’t fight it.

“I’m ready,” she agrees with raspy breath. Her eyes are glazed. At this point, I’m no longer sure who’s claiming who. She owns me even before tonight.

I enter her inch by inch, the slow descent pure torture. She gasps and I still, letting her accommodate me.

“I can take it.”

So, I push. It starts slow and tentative, until we are breathing more heavily. I can’t take it anymore. Holding her hip as my anchor with my hand while my other hand caresses her hair almost apologetically, I pump into her faster and faster. I’m chasing the orgasm for both of us. I want her to feel good. I want her to want it as much as I do. Her moans grow louder, and soon I feel her squeezing me tightly. Her body shakes but I continue to move my hips, feeling every inch that tightly wraps around me. So perfect. She feels so good I have to close my eyes to savor the feeling.

“Onyx,” she says, and it’s not the voice of someone in the throes of passion. It sounds like a command.

“Onyx.”

My blood runs cold. It’s not Grace’s voice.

“Onyx.”

Laughter follows the third time the voice utters my name. I open my eyes, and to my horror, a woman with no face lay under me. As if the gods are punishing me even more, I feel myself c*m right between the monstrosity’s legs.

I howl.

***

“Onyx?”

The gentle voice is no doubt Grace’s. I open my eyes to see her sitting on the floor. I look around to see that Fox and Dash are watching me curiously. I’m difficult to embarrass but I swear, my cheeks heat up at the thought of all three of them watching me as I dreamed about Grace claiming me only for it to end up in a nightmare.

“You alright, man?” Dash asks. “You’ve been out of it. We were all trying to take turns sleeping, making sure Sarah is safe.”

I turn to the sound of whimpering. Sarah is tied up between Fox and Dash. Her eyes are red from crying.

“Take her gag off,” I say tiredly.

“You got to be kidding,” Dash says, shaking his head.

“Sarah, please don’t scream. Please?” Fox begs. “We did something terrible, but now, your life is in danger.”

Fox removes the cloth from Sarah’s mouth. She parts her lips and I tense. Is she going to scream.

“You’re all going to pay for this.”

“Right,” Grace says. “So, should we tell Onyx’s father that you clued in Dennington about Opium Hills.”

“What? Why the hell would I do that?”

“Your arrival. Remember that? You arrived just before the humans attacked. It gave you a chance to get close to a vulnerable Onyx. Who are you, really?”

“I’m a wolf-witch hybrid. Just like you and Fox.”

“So, if you go screaming bloody murder, will you be willing to talk to Alpha Kele about whatever else you’re hiding. I heard that his senses are so strong that he can tell if anyone’s lying, even if that person or wolf is good at it.”

“If he’s that good, how come he couldn’t figure out what you four have been doing?”

“Everyone has a blind spot, Sarah. Alpha Kele’s own is his son.”

I can’t help but be fascinated by this exchange. I know it’s too early to feel hopeful about being able to save Sarah and our own skin. The shapeshifter has just invaded my dreams. I’m sure of it. Or it can just be my horny self that got that idea go deep into my subconscious. I furtively check out my pants just in case I’ve messed it up somehow.

“I don’t want to die,” Sarah finally whimpers. “You four will have my blood in your hands when I do.”

She’s right, and nobody refutes what she just said. Everyone has a guilty, tired look on their faces.

“We need to kill the shapeshifter before it gets to you,” I say. We have to protect her. Damn. I’ll confess about what we – I – did to Sarah if it means saving her life. My dad can do whatever to me. He knows how I can be a dominant personality. I’ll tell him that everything was my fault.

“Does it have to finish its meals?” Dash asks, his eyebrows furrowed.

“That shapeshifter has some unfinished business, too, when she plans to do worse.”

“Oh?”

“I’m one of hers. She’s taken something from me a long time ago.”

“It means the opposite, Onyx,” Grace protests. “It means that she’s your unfinished business. She has something of yours. You must take it back.”

“I’m not going to scream or fight. But we have to think about Elise and Josie.”

“f**k!” Dash exclaims. “You’re right. What time is it?”

“Two thirty in the morning,” Fox says, after checking his watch. “The shapeshifter has been home as Sarah for hours.”

We scramble to get up. Whatever it is that we have to do, we have to do it as soon as possible.

“How do we kill a shapeshifter, Fox?”

“How much gold do we have?” he asks back. Then, he turns to Sarah. “Wear all the gold you can wear. She’s going to come back for you. Do you have any spelled jewelry that can protect you?”

“I do. I’m wearing something at least.”

She spreads her fingers to show three gold rings. We haven’t noticed them before. She also pulls out a gold necklace from under her shirt.

“That should be enough for now,” Fox says, his voice soft. Does he sound like he had regrets? I think he’s blaming himself right now, but all of us were on it. If I didn’t get myself in the position of being claimed by Sarah Alpern, this wouldn’t have happened. If I hadn’t fallen for another woman, I would have just followed through with the claim. After all, I’m here. Am I not? I obeyed my father’s wishes despite the fact I’ve always said I prefer the city and my human life. Something in me still wants his approval.

“You want to be the chief one day, the Alpha of Opium Hills,” Blaze rasps. It’s not an accusation. It’s just how he sees things right now.

“The shapeshifter took something from me before I can even understand what it was.”

“It’s time for a reckoning, Onyx. You need to kill the shapeshifter.”

“We can’t just tie the shapeshifter with gold,” Dash says, not convinced.

“No. We’re just protecting Sarah, trying to delay -,” Fox falters, looking at Sarah, who’s sobbing again.

“The inevitable, you mean?” Dash asks.

“We’re not going to let her die,” I say.

“It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have claimed you, Onyx,” Sarah cries. “I did it because – because. s**t, I can’t tell you.”

“Tell us,” Grace says in a soft voice.

“You may hate me when I tell you. Alpha Kele sent an invitation to all potential brides. He sent one to my stepfather, Andrew Alpern, a werewolf and my mother Sandra Walker, a hybrid witch-werewolf. Both the Alperns and the Walkers have ties to Opium Hills.”

“Yes. Sounds typical,” Dash says, shaking his head. He looks a little bored.

“Well,” Sarah continues. “My father is Edward Dennington.”