Page 12 of Madness Behind the Mask
I drop my hand from her throat.She sucks in a great gasp, color flooding her cheeks as she heaves and coughs. Spittle flies as her eyes widen and narrow,the shock of not dying written all over her face.
“You ate them,”she wheezes, still so much fight in her.
“You knownothing,” I growl as I pivot and throw her into the center of the small clearing.The wolves in my pack pace restlessly, their eyes on her small body as it hits the ground and rolls. Their heads are low; their teeth are bared.They want blood, and I want to give it to them.
“All you know,”I seethe as I stalk towards heras she liessprawled out on her stomach,“is how to spread your legs and be the good little whore your father taught you to be.”
“I’m not a whor–”
I fist her hair and rip her head up off the ground. My other handbackslaps heracrosstheface as I hold her still,not letting the energy pass naturally through movement, forcing her to take it all. Ragefeedsmy muscles, making them twitch with a need to hit her again. I want to tear her to pieces. I want to rip her apart like she ripped apart my mate, but that doesn’t feel like enough. She needs to suffer more, bepunishedmore. She needs to feel what it’s like to be helpless, to have everything she’s ever loved taken from her.
“You want to breed little witch soldiers?” I growl as Islam her headto the ground and grind her face into the dirt. She tries to twist free, clawing at the earth around her face in a desperate attempt to removeitso she can breathe. But her hands are all but useless, bleeding holes that fill with dirt.
I sit on her ass before yanking her head up, and she coughs loudly, flecks of brown shooting from her lips as half-decomposed leaves stick to her face.I pull her hair harder, arching her nearly in half so she can look up into my cold eyes.
“You want tobe thegoodwhore your father wanted?”
Her gaze widens, her little brainfinally understanding where this is going. She starts to thrash against me, her small body carving gashes into the ground, but I’m easily twice her weight and many times her bulk.
Thereis nothing she can do to save herself just like there was nothing I could do to save Siome, nothing my mate could do to save our pups.
My anger pushes blood through my cock,lifting it and making it hard. I focus on the feel of my rage rather than Sau’s body, which looks so different to Siome’s. Althoughwerewolves are rarely monogamous, and the alpha is able to sleep with allthefemales in his pack, Siome was my first and only. She was all I ever wanted.
But now she’s been taken from me.
And I’m left with this poor substitute who all I want to do is make bleed.
“Get off me!” she screams,her voice high-pitched and frantic, and I hover over her for a quick moment, just long enough toturn her over onto her back,hike up her dress, and tear through the fabric of her undergarments. Then Iam back on her, my naked thighs hitting her naked flesh.
Concentrating on my hand, I shift just it into the form of my wolf, claws extending from my fingers. Dragging them down her ass, leaving red lines of rage, I line one up with her pussy.
“Sto–aaaaaaaaah!” She screamsoutin pain as I push a claw into her, making sure to be rough, cutting as muchof herinsidesas I can.She tries to drag herself across the ground, away from me, but my weight is fully on her legs.
My pack howls their approval around us, and Vance charges over in his white wolf form. He stops beside her head, his eyes on me as he waits for my permission to join. He is four times her size in his current form, and if he fucks her, he’ll kill her.
“Shift,” I demand, not wanting her to die that quickly even though the damage she would suffer through broken bones, a snapped spine, andaforce heavy enough to pop her lungs would be nothing short of what she deserves.
I want her to suffer more.
More than she can ever fathom.
Vance does as demanded, thenkneels beside her face. Sau hasn’t looked at him yet, probably hasn’t even noticed him, her entire world focused on the pain inside her. I curl my finger, hooking my claw into more flesh, and she cries out as tears flood down the sides of her eyes.
Her entire purpose in life is to breed; that is the only thing she knows, and I am taking this from her. Breaking her in more ways than one.
I pull my finger back, then shove forward again, and she jerks on a scream as my claw ruptures through the front of her pussy.
“Stop!” she begs, but she doesn’t get to say another word as Vance fists her hair and angles her head towards his naked hips. He shoves his cock into hermouth and fucks her hard as he growls out his pain and anger.
She jerks between the two of us, desperately trying to get away despite not knowing which way to go. Her body is a twitching mess of blood and tears, and I lift my head to look at the rest of my pack.
Although the majority of them are females, there are six other men watching us punish the woman who killed our queen and future heirs.
Not one of them looks willing to help her despitethetalks of peacejust three months ago, of not continuing the cycle of abuse in the name of revenge.
Their howls quiet as they watch me, the only noise the wet sucking of Vance’s dick and his harsh breaths as he moves.
“Shift,” I say to them, and they instantly drop to the ground to turn back intoman.“Then come here and make your own holes.”
