Maisie
(Trigger warning: Almost-rape situation)
Kisten grabbed from behind and slamd down onto my stomach in the dirt. His massive body ca down on top of , crushing into the ground. One huge hand pinned my wrists above my head while the other yanked my hips up, forcing onto my knees in a mounting position.
Horror flooded .
"No!" I thrashed wildly.
I twisted, cracking my wrists in a bid to throw dirt and sand into his eyes. He snarled but didn’t stop. I clawed backward, raking my nails across his face, aiming for his eyes. I bit the hand that caught my wrists again, hard enough to draw blood.
Kisten growled, but it was a more husky than angry sound. I felt him thick and heavy, pressed against my entrance through my jeans.
"No!" I cried, pushing, fighting.
"Fight ," he panted, voice thick with lust. "It only makes want to rut you harder."
He ripped my jeans down in one brutal motion, exposing to himself. He grunted sound of approval. "Your hips have expanded well enough to carry offspring."
His hips surged forward and my limbs began to lock as I felt the blunt head of him graze my skin, and I understood what was about to happen to .
Bitter tears ran down my face as I fought the paralysis taking my motor functions bit by bit and struggled.
Why did my life constantly have to be like this? Was I cursed to always find myself at the rcy of every man in my life? What use was there, training all this ti if it still didn’t matter in the face of a real predator?
I felt him grip himself behind , his mouth grazing my neck. "Our females always squirm at first. They do it because they know it makes the rut better. Your body knows who you truly belong to. You’ve gotten excited enough."
The thick length of him ran up my thigh as he tried to find my entrance while I thrashed desperately. "Now be still and let take what is mine—"
Sothing slamd into us from the side, displacing Kisten from , and a warm hand clasped around my waist, threw back.
I crashed into the dirt, shaking, sobbing, curling into myself as I held the shreds of my clothes to my chest.
Soren stood over like death incarnate.
His he’d out his hand in a protective stance and I saw claws. I watched his back curve in and snap. I watched his fancy dress shirt begin to rip as he filled it out. And began to grow. Taller. Broader. Larger.
"Ah. It’s you," I heard Kisten say. "We have to stop running into each other like this, princeling."
"I warned you," Soren said, though his voice ca out wrong. It was deeply layered, emitting a resonance that rumbled the ground under my feet. "That I would kill you if you touched what belonged to ."
I heard the icy displeasure in Kisten’s tone. "You are in my territory. The girl was mine first. She is still mine. There are no laws existent in which she will ever be considered yours."
Soren was still growing. He was monstrously larger than Kisten, stretching as far as nine foot, and I understood that this was why it was a sound rule that nobody ssed around with a Lycan.
His hair grew thicker and longer, rippling over dense muscle. He spoke again and his voice was still that strange, silent roar. "Why don’t you co a little closer and say that to my face, Cur?"
Kisten slamd into Soren with cataclysmic force, and they collided with raw violence taking out a large span of trees in their wake.
One of such was right beside , the huge oak keeling over, aid for .
My limbs had finally given out on . And I couldn’t tell if it was the drugs or the shock.
Right before it hit, Quinlan appeared by my side, catching the brunt of the hit with his back. He inhaled sharply with a grunt, blue eyes flicking to where Soren and Kisten were moving in a blur to fast to follow.
"Can you move?" he asked softly, taking note of my nakedness as he shrugged off the trunk.
He was injured. There was a deep gash of four claw marks running down his chest. It was healing, but I suspected it had previously been deeper, considering the amount of blood that stained his pants. His golden hair was bloody and if I looked close enough, I thought I saw skin... entrails... in them.
I must’ve been ssed up in the head, because I felt an imnse sense of safety crash into at the sight of him, covered in gore and blood, so much so tears began leaking down my cheeks again. "N-no."
He crouched in front of . "They have reinforcents coming. Jer’s holding them off alone, but we need to leave now." His jaw clenched with anger as his noticed my cracked wrist. "I’m going to have to lift you."
I understood what he was asking.
Having nearly been torn open by another man, he thought I was traumatized enough to be asked first before he touched at all.
I couldn’t stop shivering as I nodded.
He scooped up gently but urgently, cradling against his chest as he sprinted away from the battle.
"rcer," I murmured, feeling my bones turn to lead, my eyelashes growing heavier by the second.
"It takes more than a few rebels to take one of us down," Quinlan said. "He’ll be fine. Don’t worry."
I was still shivering. "Was... not worried." My brain felt tired. "rcer... pain in my ass. Don’t... care about rcer."
Quinlan chuckled. "I’ll be sure to let him know." He shifted gently and I felt the wind ruffle my hair as he said, "Close your eyes, Adams."
I despised the feeling of weakness and numbness I felt in that mont. "I... couldn’t... do anything."
It ca out as a sob.
Quinlan’s lips brushed my brow. "It was no fault of yours. Not even our best fighters could’ve beaten Kisten. Even if you had shifted, Kisten is not a battle you could ever win. Considering, you just began training weeks ago, and Kisten has been a warrior since he could walk."
I knew he was saying it to make feel better, but it didn’t. I was tired of being rescued. Tired of being at the rcy of other people. Tired of being a damsel in distress.
But those were too many words to say when even my tongue had begun to go numb.
As consciousness drifted from , I slurred, "He said... he was my brother."
I waited, but I must have passed out imdiately because I didn’t think Quinlan responded.
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