Love Bites and Bruises

CONTENT WARNING This book contains graphic violence and s3xual content. It is in no way meant to be a positive resource for s3xual education or an encouraging guide into a B.Dee. S eM lifestyle. It is not appropriate for anyone under the age of 18. However, if you are: Hi, I’m El. I’m going to become your new favorite smut dealer. This work was forged while delving into the darkest corners of my mind while processing my shadow work. The contents portrayed within these pages are not for the faint of heart. I cannot stress this enough. If all you know is vanilla missionary, and the idea of a primal Dom dominating and degrading you has you drawing a cross over your heart, this isn’t the series for you. The following is a polyamorous series. It is NOT a heterosexual, monogamous, HEA “love story.” What you are about to read is essentially a werewolf soap opera. There will be many struggles between our main characters, as well as with themselves and their wolves. Various parts of this series were based on my personal experiences. I wrote this dealing with my own traumas; be aware, some parts might disturb your peace. I’ve tamed this down a lot since its original posting online. It’s still pretty heavy, so do proceed with caution viewing the following taboo topics: Age gap, Alcohol use, Algolagnia, Autagonistophilia, Consensual non-consent (CNC), Choking, Bondage, Bullying, Degradation, Drug use, Dubcon, Erotic asphyxiation, Erotic humiliation, Fear play, Foul language, Impact play, Lack of safe words, Masochism, Odaxelagnia, Olfactophilia, Physical, emotional, and mental abuse (Whether consensual or otherwise. These lines will be blurred. Everyone needs a good ol’ spanking every now and again), Praise, r**e, Sadism, s****l assault, Unprotected s*x, Voyeurism, and finally, Wrongfully portrayed B. DeeS eM. CHRIS “Hey, C.J., I’m about to head out,” Jared’s muffled voice startled me from behind, invoking his Alpha tone. Seated in the kitchen while I was painting, my hand uncovered an ear, sliding my headphones to the side. I flicked my wrist and gave him a slight, acknowledging wave. “Alright, bro. Have a safe trip.” My eyes concentrated on the canvas, too focused to grant him my undivided attention. “Thanks, man. Don’t forget, you’re picking up Carly today.” Like I could ever forget his pain in the ass little sister. “She needs to stop by Cecil’s for her dress fitting. You will be alone tonight because Pop is out of town.” My hand aggressively scrubbed my paintbrush inside the cup of murky water. Sensing Jared’s presence, I looked up. “I didn’t, but thanks for reminding me.” A moment later, his words registered in my mind. “Wait, did you say alone?” Lost in my troubled thoughts, my heavy hand lowered onto the cup of cloudy water. “s**t!” I slammed my fist onto the table. “Yeah,” Jared replied from the living room. I heard his keys jingling, collecting them by the front door. While distracted, the gloomy gray water pooled on top of my canvas. Shoving away from the soiled table, I rushed toward the kitchen sink. I retrieved a clean dish towel and hurried back to clean up my mess. Gently patting the canvas, I attempted to remove the gray splatters from the weathered, mossy rocks. After one too many swipes of the rag, my beautiful waterfall faded into the forest background. All that remained was a muddy silhouette. Resting my hand across my forehead, I stared down at my painting, defeated. Damn it! She’s not even here right now, and she’s causing trouble for me. The front door shut, signaling that Jared had left the house. I sulked to the kitchen sink, rinsing the inky water from the blue dish towel, sighing woefully. Scowling at the dingy landscape painting, I crushed the frame between my hands. I spent all day working on that! And now it’s ruined! All thanks to Carly! For as long as I can remember, Caralina Rossi has been the bane of my existence. She has always had a thing for me. Which only adds to the growing list of her insufferable qualities. The number of times I have caught her staring like a love-sick puppy dog is embarrassing. It’s beyond pathetic! She knows nothing will ever happen between us. I can barely stand to be around her. Things weren’t always like this between us. My racing mind slowed down, transporting me to a simpler time, back to a place where our lives weren’t so problematic. Years ago, seeing her would have been the highlight of my day. My past is riddled with innocent memories of her. My favorite was when I would sit and read to her. Carly learned how to read, sounding her letters out, sitting on my lap. She loved reading. Hell, she still does. The corners of my lips curled, recalling the sweet memory. I kind of have myself to blame for her book obsession. I’ll never forget the day she read her first book by herself. I was so proud of her! Carly had turned toward me, displaying a hideous snaggle-toothed smile. She’d caged me in her tiny arms, planting a kiss right on my lips. Mom thought it was so funny. She has a photo of it somewhere. If I had a dollar for every time she’s kissed me... A subtle smile graced my lips. As much as I didn’t want to, my treasonous imagination tiptoed back to the godforsaken party a few years ago... No. Not going there. I suffocated that ghastly thought, refusing it the chance to take its next breath. Carly’s always had an issue with personal boundaries. It was tolerable as a child. However, when we grew older, it had to stop. Somewhere along the line, she didn’t get the memo. There was a time I truly enjoyed her company. That was until she betrayed my trust in the worst way imaginable. When her careless actions could have ruined my entire life. No matter what, I can’t let my guard down again. Determined to prevent a repeat situation, I set clear boundaries for us to follow. Our number one rule was zero physical contact. Knowing Jared won’t be home tonight has my skin prickling with anxiety. I don’t even like to occupy the same room as her. I’m always worried Carly’s going to say or try something inappropriate. An ominous shiver raced down my spine. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was time for me to leave. I grabbed my keys off the hook and disposed of the smudged, broken canvas on my way to the garage. Sitting in my jeep, I shot her a quick text. I know she will take her precious time unless I keep after her. My phone buzzed, receiving a new message. Scanning over the screen, I read yet another smart-ass reply from Carly. I’m not stupid. I know she just wants to spend time with her ‘boyfriend.’ An infuriated growl surged past my lips, painting the mental picture of her in Stephen’s loving embrace. I can’t stand the prick she’s dating. I don’t know why she had to choose him. Violently pecking away at the screen, I reacted back to her text. I threw my phone into the passenger seat and started my jeep. A strangling tightness clouded my chest while driving across town. The closer I drove to her school, the more unbearable this feeling became. Sliding into the parking lot, I exited my jeep, lighting up a cigarette. I needed something to alleviate this unrecognizable fever building inside. Standing in front of my jeep, I watched clusters of young students exiting the building. I pulled out my phone to check the time, impatiently waiting for her. Inhaling the final drag on my cigarette, I tossed it on the ground, smothering it with my boot. In a last-ditch effort to calm myself, I took a deep breath in through my nose and exhaled through my mouth. It wouldn’t be Carly if she didn’t try my patience. Cursing under my breath, I resentfully stomped toward the double doors. I cupped my hands against the window, vigilantly searching for her. In one breath, my heart rate slowed, safely identifying Carly at her locker. In the next, my teeth pierced my cheek. Of all the things I had to see, why did it have to be her making out with him? An uncontrolled, disapproving growl erupted from my mouth. My vision turned red, beholding Stephen’s grimy hands caressing Carly’s voluptuous hips. “She f*cking knows better!” Gripping the handle, I swung the heavy door, knocking it away. With my sights set, my feet charged in their direction.