On the Run

Chapter Eleven

I tried desperately to hit or kick him, even throwing my head back in hopes of smashing his nose. All of my efforts were in vain; he dragged me back to the table where he had violated me before. He threw me down onto the table with such force that all the air was knocked out of me. I choked and gasped urgently trying to get a breath, while the Leader bound my hands in the silver cuffs. I screamed out in pain, the silver burning against my skin. One of his leather-clad hands struck me across the face. “Tell me you want my c**k,” he demanded.

I sneered before spitting in his face, “f**k you.”

He bent down close to my ear whispering, “Oh I’m going to. Now that I’ve finally had you I can see the appeal.”

His words made the bile rise up in my throat. “That p***y is so tight and grips onto my c**k. You’re never going to leave this room again.”

Tears began to form in my eyes when I realized the hopelessness of my situation. “Please,” I begged. “I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t lock me up down here.”

He grabbed one of my ankles, pulling it toward the silver cuff. I closed my eyes, praying to the Goddess that if I allowed it to happen, I would make it back to my daughter. He laughed cruelly, “That’s what I thought.”

The Leader’s hand ran up my thigh as he walked around to the other side, his grin like the cat who caught the canary. I shivered in disgust feeling his hands against my body with just a flimsy hospital gown as a barrier. He grabbed me roughly jamming his fingers between my folds. He grabbed my free leg pushing my knee up against my chest, leaving me open and exposed to him. He shoved his fingers inside me again, pumping in and out of me with vigor. His fingers curved to hit my sweet spot, causing my walls to moisten. I gritted my teeth against the heat rising inside my body. “Tell me you want me,” the Leader demanded.

When I didn’t answer, his other hand struck me across the face again while the other began thrusting inside me, adding a third finger to stretch me wider. I watch the Leader lower his face down between my legs, his tongue flicking across my bud. The combination brought the heat in my body to climax, spilling my juices over his hand and chest. He chuckled before bringing his face so close to mine we were nose to nose. “You don’t have to tell me you want me, you p***y told me everything I needed,” he taunted.

I turned my face away from his, disgusted with the way my body reacted. “Just get it over with already!” I sobbed.

The Leader reached down to release the ankle he had previously bound, pushing both my legs back to my knees were on either side of my face. He slid his tongue between my folds, plunging into the depths of my wetness. “You taste so sweet, like a perfectly ripe peach,” he growled into me.

His thumb moved rough and hard against my already sensitive nub, sending shockwaves through my body. I felt like I was so full I was about to burst. The Leader’s tongue lapped up my juices as they shot out of me. “You can deny it all you want but you like the way I f**k you,” his voice reverberating inside of me.

Suddenly, his weight disappeared from me, a voice roared, “Get off my mate!”

I whipped my head up in time to see his body colliding against the floor with a sickening crack, and none other than Mason standing at my feet. He stalked toward Leader Randall, like a lion hunting its prey. The Leader staggered as he collected himself from the dingy tiled floor. “You don’t deserve to lead any pack,” he bellowed to the Leader. “You’re not a real leader! An alpha would never sink as low as you have.”

Mason’s skin rippled, his anger overflowing to the point he was shifting. He let out a gigantic roar, as brown fur began sprouting from his skin and he swelled in size. Large claws replaced his long fingers, and his face morphed into a long snout. My mouth hung agape; I had never seen a grizzly bear shifter before. I knew they existed, but it was rare that they ever left the Kotas Territory, even for a true mate.

His fur was a deep, almost black, brown with a bit of white at the tip giving his fur the same smoky look as his eyes. I craved to feel his fur between my fingers and inhale the sweet musky, woody scent. Mason stood on his hind legs roaring in the Leader’s face. He brought one of his massive clawed paws down, swiping at Leader Randall’s neck. Randall managed to dodge the first, but did not see Mason’s other paw coming quickly after. Slashing from his neck down to his chest; leaving long, bloody gashes through the Leader’s body. Blood spurted from the wound in Randall’s neck, he was hurt badly. “Get that bastard, Mason,” I cried out.

I had never wanted someone to die more than I wanted Leader Randall to die. He had caused nothing but pain to me since I arrived here to start my life with Colby. “I’ll kill you both,” he threatened.

The leader’s skin began to ripple just as Mason’s had but instead of growing in size, his form dropped low to the ground, his skin transformed to hard, rough scales. Both his arms and legs withdrew, shrinking down to short meaty legs to support his new form. Randall’s tail whipped toward Mason, smacking him right in the face, leaving a large gash from one of his furry rounded ears to just above his eye.

I struggled hard against the cuffs keeping me confined to the table, trying to pull my hand through the silver burning against my skin. Mason let out another deafening roar, charging right for the Leader. Randall snapped his powerful jaw at Mason, narrowly missing his intended target. The bear’s giant form pounced onto the alligator’s snout as soon as it snapped shut, preventing Randall from opening it again. Randall tried to swipe his tail or roll away from the weight on Mason’s massive paw, but his efforts were in vain, just like mine had been. Mason roared before bringing his teeth to the alligator’s neck, ripping and tearing away at the flesh.