Page 4 of Ruining Red
Could Teagan be different?Already my other half prowls about, wishing to subdue her, to make her ours in every way possible, but that means nothing.He wanted those other girls too.Sacrifices set out by the matriarch for the offense of being an omega.
If only the matriarch knew how wrong she was.Shaking my head, I continue to watch the girl make her way through the snow-laden path.There are only a handful of reasons she would be making this trip; however, it’s the basket of goodies that gives me pause.
It’s no secret the matriarch’s health has been waning, and so this could be a simple visit to shore her up.But then, the whispers of a sacrifice have been too loud to ignore.My gut clenches as worry floods my veins.
To think they’d condemn someone so sweet and innocent to death.Luckily, I control that in the palm of my clawed hand.Resting my back against a nearby tree, I allow her to continue her way unmolested.
Deep inside, the wolf stretches, preparing for the hunt.All the while, my brain screams at him, demanding he step down.I don’t dare let him out this early.Not until the sacrifice is made apparent.
Fucking humans.So quick to destroy what they don’t understand.Fury floods my veins, blurring my vision.They think by giving up these so-called demons, mistresses of lusts, that their lives would be easier, better, unencumbered by the deviance that simmers below the surface of every male there, regardless of age.
It’s them that should be put to death for even wanting to touch a woman in that way, though granted, they manage to refrain.Besides, as I’ve discovered, eye and hair color does not an omega make.The lust those men feel, the need to fuck every hole, comes from something deep within and not merely pheromones put out into the air.
They are the blights, the pustulant sores, and the festering wounds that showcase the worst in humanity.Brothers, fathers, uncles, cousins, all of them will want her merely because of what her hair and eyes represent.They won’t be able to control themselves, and so she must be put to death.
If she’s making this trip, that means she’s finally of age.Nothing will stop them now.No doubt that red hood of hers has been her only saving grace.Such pale blue eyes, though uncommon, are not unheard of, but no one can deny that hair, and both of them together can mean only one thing.
The fear vibrating through her when I removed her hood was palpable in the air, shamelessly stirring my arousal even more.Though I’m not of the same caliber as the monsters she lives with, I do so enjoy feeling terror give way to pure arousal.
She could reject that notion all day long, but her body wanted mine.There was no denying the shift in scent.The honeyed arousal turned deeper, darker, like caramel just moments before burning.Her pussy promised me a dessert I’d never forget.
Licking my lips, I tip my head up into the fat, lazy snowflakes drifting down.Hopefully, this will cool my ardor long enough that I can think rationally, but I doubt it.There’s just something about her that’s different from any other girl I’ve encountered on this path.
Each one had their quirks, but all were too eager to join me in the woods.They allowed my silver tongue to distract them.But not her.Not Teagan.Yes, my words moved her, but her resolve still won out.She’s a conundrum wrapped up inside a nice red package.
There is an off chance that this is all a mere coincidence, though.But in my bones, I don’t believe it for a second.If she is indeed tonight’s sacrifice, which I’m fairly certain she is, then I’ll be seeing her soon enough.Closing my eyes, I drag in one more deep breath laced with her scent.
Palming my erection through my pants, I rub myself, stifling a groan.Her face flashes before me, those pale blue eyes blinking up in awe as she takes my cock down her throat.Has she ever tasted a man before?Or will I be the first?
Just the very thought of stripping away every ounce of innocence from her as she begs so prettily from those pale lips has precum welling up at the tip.No, she’s definitely not like all the rest.
None of the others drove me to distraction like she has.None of them have forced me to undo my pants in the middle of the goddamn woods and pleasure myself like a youth with no sense.And certainly, none of them have ever made my brain light up in pleasure at just the very thought of their names.
“Teagan,” I groan softly, squeezing my erection.
Even rolling off my tongue it feels decadent, delightful, forbidden.I stroke myself, picturing her underneath me, her body quivering as I lap at her flesh.Will I take her as a wolf or as the human?That’s the conundrum that races through my mind.
Omega or not, she wouldn’t be able to handle me in wolf form.I know this, and yet, cum coats my cock at just the thought of ravaging her that way.Forcing the beast back, I picture her riding me wearing nothing but her red cape with the hood pulled back so that her silver hair could glint in the moonlight.
My balls clench as I picture my little red hood riding me, her pussy fluttering about my thick cock as I impale her, driving into her as she rises and falls against me.I’m sure she’d feel like absolute magic as she falls apart around me, her cunt gripping me, begging me for my sweet cum to fill her up.
Slamming my palm against the rough bark, I swallow that bite of pain as I grip myself hard, stroking my cock.Running my palm along the tip, I gather up my precum and use that to lubricate my movements, imagining her slick dripping down on me.If she already smells like a dessert, then I can imagine how her arousal would taste just as sweet.
The thought alone has me pulsing as lust swirls through my brain.A grunt rips from my throat, filling the woods with the sound as I buck my hips into the air.I’m sure my little sacrifice hears it.There’s no way she couldn’t have.
Would it turn her on even more?Make that delicious pussy of hers spasm?Poor little thing probably doesn’t even know the pleasure her body can bring, and I can’t wait to be her teacher.Though I detest the humans for sacrificing these girls, this is the first time I’m looking forward to it.
Her slight body stretched tight as flames light the way.Would they use rope on her this time?Or manacles?Either way, they’re no match for my claws.I’ll tear her down from there and take her to my home, showing her who and what I really am.
I don’t give a damn if she doesn’t want me.If her body proves to be that of an omega, I will chain her to me with my claiming mark.She will never be free, and if I play my hand correctly, she’ll never want to be.
Just imagining my teeth sinking into her supple flesh makes my wolf howl with need.He paces in my mind, demanding I let him loose so he can hunt Teagan down and start the claiming process early.But there’s a timeline that must be adhered to, a ritual to be followed.
The only way I can keep these girls safe is by allowing the herd mentality to believe I’m destroying them.If she does not appear for the sacrifice, they will always wonder what happened to her.They must see me take off with my prey, easing their hearts and minds that this ‘evil’ is truly vanquished.
This balance keeps them from killing the children when they’re born or even later as they grow up.They rest easy in the knowledge that the god of this forest will take his due, allowing the men to jerk off in secret, but never touch the pristine sacrifice that is owed to me.
Unfortunately, it means pleasuring myself now to ease the burden put upon my wolf and me.Gritting my teeth, my motions become nearly erratic, frantic as I grip and twist, pulling pleasure out of me.With my other hand, I grip my growing knot, squeezing it, massaging it as it grows.
