23. Baelr

** Content Warning - The following chapter contains rape and physical abuse. If this content might trigger you, please move on to the next chapter. **

As quickly as everything had happened, the heat between all three of them ebbed away. Farrel held her for a while longer after Caleb had withdrawn. Being connected with Emmalyn emotionally was a whole new world of fascination. He felt her bliss on that new level and the love she felt for him and Caleb. Different but similar at the same time. It was hard to understand while she was slumbering and her mind was unfocused.

Slowly, one by one, the others returned to the camp. The two young hunters offered some teasing remarks about waking up with a bang, and Caleb flung snow at them both after a few choice curses. Farrel merely ignored them. He finally rolled over, gently laying Emmalyn down without disturbing her, and wrapped her tight in the tarp to keep her warm. Emmalyn whimpered softly when he moved her to the tarp and even murmured something in her sleep when the other’s return, but her eyes remained closed and she slept on. Not only was she physically exhausted, but emotionally and mentally as well. Being connected to not one, but two other people were something that would take getting used to, but she didn’t mind at all. She never would have imagined this only a few days before, and now she couldn’t think of life without them. She had already become so incredibly connected to them.

Neither noticed how focused and withdrawn Baelr was. Farrel gave orders to the younger wolves to protect Emmalyn while he and his Beta hunted. Their actions over the past two days demanded they replenish spent energy by feeding more.

Barely ten minutes ticked by when blood was shed. Baelr, silent, strong, impulsive... attacked the younger wolves in a flash. Their screams did not even reach their throats when their heads were ripped free of their bodies. Crimson stained the snow in long streaks from where the corpses lay. Strong, bloodstained hands gripped the little healer, lifted her from the tarp, and pinned her against him. His blood-covered hands left sticky imprints on her exposed skin and her mate’s shirt. She knew it wasn’t one of them when she couldn’t feel them.

That thought sent an icy chill down her spine, more so than the wind that was whipping by her as he ran. She couldn’t feel them. They wouldn’t know she was gone until they returned and there was no telling when that would be. Panic set in and gripped her heart as she started kicking her feet and using her hands to push at his face, trying to get him to release her. It was no use. She might as well be trying to move a mountain with her bare hands. Then he was running.

The icy wind whipped around them, but the heat from Baelr suffocated it. Suffocated her. He ran, crossing a stream and retracing his steps to hide his path. He was not a hunter, but he knew their patterns well enough to know how to shake them free. No matter his size, he was fast. Within a few minutes, he had left a wild trail to nowhere and was currently trudging through the rushing icy water of a river.

Baelr was a magnificent creature, even if he was cruel. Monstrously tall at six and a half feet, layered with thickly corded muscles. His chest and abdomen were rock hard and coated with a fine layer of soft black hair. His own hair was long, sleek, and ebony that shined blue in the gray morning light. The guardian wolf’s chiseled features were ruggedly perfect. But his eyes were cold onyx orbs with clearly dark intentions swimming in them.

The flailing she was doing must have annoyed him, because instead of holding her like he was taking her over the threshold of a door, he curled his tree-trunk arms and pinned her with her arms against his chest. She inhaled deeply, preparing to scream. He must have heard her and knew what she was about to do. One hand moved up to press her face hard against his chest, curbing any thoughts she might have about screaming. She struggled against him desperately, unable to breathe as he held her. It didn’t take long for her struggling to subside as the lack of air caused her body to go limp in his arms. Only then did he let her head go and it rocked back against his arm.

“Stubborn frail,” Baelr’s deep growling voice muttered once he had silenced Emmalyn. He shifted the limp weight of the little human and tossed her over one shoulder, not caring that her long hair touched the icy water below. Baelr rushed onwards, going for many long miles before he climbed out on a rocky embankment. He measured his strides, aimed them just as carefully so he imprinted nothing into the snow...

---- Sometime Later ----

The cold air swarming along Emmalyn’s naked flesh began drawing her out of unconsciousness. Baelr had stripped her, torn the shirt she wore into strips, and securely wrapped her arms above her head and around a thick cluster of rock against the cave wall he had found shelter in. Under her back, providing protection from the icy stone floor, were his clothes. Her head was still spinning as she came to. Her hands felt like pins and needles from being held above her head. But that wasn’t what caused her to wake with a start.

Between her legs, held spread by firm hands against her thighs, the colossal beast of a man was sprawled out with his face buried in her sex. His impossibly long tongue thrust inside her, twisting, curling, scooping up the delicious fluids he had wanted to taste over the past few days. Fluids that were blessedly clean of her mates. He had cleansed her beforehand. Emmalyn looked down in horror between her legs to see one that had been with the group that had taken her from the city. She gasped loudly, but not with pleasure or anything even remotely close to it. There was fear, along with revulsion, that someone was doing such a thing to her with her tied up and, from the looks of things as she frantically looked around the case, alone.

He slid his tongue out with a satisfied growled, swallowing the tangy flavor of her, then gently bit along her outer lips. Soft nibbles. Teasing nips that threatened pain but did not deliver it. Yet. Hungrily, he latched onto her clit and sucked it fiercely. His tongue lapped out, soothing the almost painful suction with slow licks. One long finger pushed into her slick opening, thrust it roughly inside her for a moment or two, then worked in another finger.

Where was Caleb? Where was Farrel? Why couldn’t she feel them? Tears formed and fell from her eyes as she started pulling as hard as she could against the material that held her tightly to the rocks.

“NO! STOP!” she screamed as she started kicking her legs wildly, trying to land a blow on him. “Leave me alone!” she screamed as she cried.

The big brute was on his feet almost in an instant. He towered over her, then seemed to continue growing. No, he was stepping onto rocks, bringing himself nearly to the ceiling of the cave. He gripped onto her wrists for support as she screamed, opening her mouth unthinkingly to him. With no regard to her, he cut off her screams by thrusting his massive, hard, veined dick down her throat, choking the sounds there. Her eyes widened in surprise and she tried to turn her head away, but his handhold on her hair made it impossible to do. She was choking on him, literally. She was gagging hard, the remains of her dinner ready to spill from her, and then he pulled away from her.

“If you scream again, this is what you get,” he growled down at her, withdrawing only enough to allow her air, then forced himself in again; free hand gripping her knotted hair and forcing her face down.

“Bite me and I’ll rip your mates apart right in front of your eyes. Be a good bitch now and suck.” With that sharp command, he once more slid from her throat, leaving the hot, heavy weight of his length resting on her tongue.

Once he was out of her mouth, she turned her head to the side and spit as much of the taste of him out as she could. As she did, she crossed her legs, hooking her ankles together as she glared at him. She had never hated anymore before in her life, but she wondered if that was what the unaccustomed emotion was that she was feeling. She was relieved, in some part, that her mates were alive. At least, that’s what she could gather from his threats. That would mean they would look for her.

Her retreat from him and blatant disgust didn’t bother him. He was, however, furious that she had ignored his order. The grip on her hair disappeared, but something far more painful replaced that feeling. He slapped her hard, his large hand cracking against her cheek with a deafening echo along the cave walls. She felt the bone in her cheek crack and then shatter with the force of the blow. The pain that she felt was more intense than anything she had ever felt before in her life. She grunted as tears streamed down her cheeks. The damage on her face turned quickly from red to purple before fading slowly back to the healthy color as her body fought to heal itself. Immediately after, he gripped her jaw, squeezing enough to force her mouth open, but didn’t force himself in yet.

“Suck as I told you, frail. Do what I say and it won’t hurt so much,” he urged her, rubbing the thick head of his penis along her full lips.

Even with it healing, she could taste the blood from where she had bitten the inside of her cheek. She glared up at him, pulling both her lips between her teeth as an act of defiance.

Baelr sighed heavily, then promptly pinched her nose to cut off her air. Her eyes went wide as he held her nose closed. She glared at him, so much terrible emotion moving through her, something she had never felt before. He had hurt her, was hurting her, and was going to hurt her more. The worse part about it was she would heal from it, and then he could do it all over again. She wasn’t naïve enough to think that he was going to just let her go after he was done with her.

He watched her patiently, like a teacher scolding a small child. Long seconds passed until her instinct to self-preserve took over and her mouth opened. Half a second later, he was in her throat again. His large hands grasped her head, pumping her along with his cock as he thrust against her face. Her lungs burned and her chest heaved as her body struggled to breathe. Emmalyn bit as hard as she could on her lips until she couldn’t take it anymore. She tried to inhale again, but he took advantage of her mouth being open, shoving himself roughly between her lips. She felt the corners of her mouth tear and blood drip from her chin as he pumped viciously into her mouth, gagging and choking her. The wet, gaging sounds she made each time he slid in and out of her throat sent lust boiling through his veins. Ah, but he wanted to break this little human. She couldn’t control him like she did the hunters.

Emmalyn tried to catch her breath when he finally let her go. Tears mixed with the blood that moved along her jaw and dripped to her chest. She was getting tired again, a sign her body was healing more and more and she would need to rest soon. She soon thought that he would kill her, push her body past what it could do. Emmalyn would be dead, left here to grow cold after he was done with her.

Only moments later, now coated and dripping with her saliva, he pulled away and climbed down. Hands grabbed her knees, forcing them apart with barely more effort than tearing paper. He gripped under her thighs, lifting and angling her smaller body up in the air. He already wet her sex with his own ministrations on her so, despite her resistance and he size, he pushed into her tight little cunt with slippery ease and stopped only when she was seated on his length; the head pressing firmly to her cervix.

“This is what those two wanted so badly...”

Then she felt a whole new kind of pain. More flesh was ripping, making way for his violent intrusion into her body. She felt as though he were shoving a wedge into her, trying to split her in half. Emmalyn screamed, her legs kicked, but he held them easily. Darkness threatened the corners of her vision. She welcomed the darkness... she wouldn’t feel the pain anymore.

Hours rolled by, in which he pushed Emmalyn to the brink and pulled back. Baelr fucked her, brutally bruising her tiny body with little care about her health. He only allowed her to rest to give her time to heal. Then he would be in her again. At some point, he untied her arms from the cave wall and laid her down flat, and raped her violently, leaving handprint bruises on her breasts, her hips, her thighs. He licked her face, enjoying the flavor of her sweat and tears. Each time he came, he pulled out and spilled on her, coating her with his sticky seed and he rubbed it into her skin.

It was sometime later, after she had time to rest and recover once more, that he pulled her on top of him. One hand held her bound wrists while the other held her upright. Speared on his throbbing erection, he jiggled her, bouncing her on him while he watched the pain flashing across her exhausted face. He had long since become fully absorbed in her scent, the heat of her body, and the pleasure she brought him to sense the approach of the hunters.

She blacked out in waves. Baelr would push her body to its breaking point, and she would pass out from pain and exhaustion. Then, when a moderate amount of healing had occurred, he would take her again, punishing her body and pushing her past those limitations again, met with the same results.

Wounds weren’t being allowed heal. The dark red and purples of bruises turned sickening yellows and almost green as her body struggled with its ability to heal before it killed her. Baelr shattered bones in her wrists and forearms from the amount of force he used when he restrained her. All over her body, bruises swelled and blood spotted from various rips and tears from his attack.

His lust increased in waves, as it always did. He started out almost gently, enjoying her sweet flesh wrapped around him. Then, as his blood heated, the aggression in him flashed. He brutally stabbed into her, grunting echos rolling out of the cave as he charged for his own release. This time, he would spill it into her.

An explosive howl of rage shattered through the cave. Baelr tensed as his cock swelled. Then Emmalyn was wrenched from his grip and he came in a wild spasm, splattering her ankles and feet just as he tore from his human flesh into his wolf form. The earthen-colored wolf that was Farrel had the bastard slammed face-first into the wall. Caleb curled Emmalyn’s frail form into his thickly furred chest. The smell coming off her was nauseating, but he ignored running full tilt out into the snow away from the cave and towards the river.

She was disoriented, unable to tell up from down anymore. The whites of her eyes were red from vicious slaps and other punishments that he dealt her. She was beyond confused and some small part of her was ready to die, ready for him to stop the torture and give her some peace.

She felt her body being pulled away, heard the howl of rage that followed. She felt the cold air on her skin. Her eyes closed as Caleb carried her away, though she didn’t know by whom. Her breathing was shallow. Broken ribs threatened to pierce through her chest with each rise and fall.

Caring nothing of himself and knowing that the heat of him would keep Emmalyn plenty warm, Caleb launched himself the last few feet into the deepest part of the river. One enormous paw from his Lycan form covered her face, holding her breath in for her as he pushed for the surface. The water was absolutely frigid, but the heat rolled off him in waves lapping at her cold skin. He splashed her constantly, washing away the blood and cum from her skin. Each time he found a new bruise or broken bone, he whined as if he felt the pain himself. He couldn’t, but he would soon.

Her head rocked back and forth against him as he ran with her. She tried to move closer to him, to get closer to the warmth, but she had no strength left in her. She inhaled sharply when he entered the frigid water with her. One rib poked through the skin on her side, deep red/purple bruise around it. When he emerged from the water with her, her breathing was ragged and gurgling, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

Upon the ridge, pouring from the mouth of the cave, the sound of the battle raging on echoed down to him. There were howls, snarls, crunching noises of bone being crushed, and flesh being torn. Something dark flew out of the cave mouth and struck a tree across the river.

Caleb scrambled up onto the rocks, cradling Emmalyn as tight to him as he dared, still rubbing his paws over her skin to keep her warm. He whined, trying to reassure her, to let her know he was there, but he was beyond words.

Her eyes cracked open only a sliver to see him there. She would have been alarmed, but there was something in his eyes that held her attention, what attention she had to give. It was Caleb, her mate. He had come for her and saved her. She smiled only faintly before her eyes closed again and she went limp in his arms.

As blackness overtook Emmalyn once more, Caleb’s howls mingled with the painful animal screams coming from the cave. He did his best to tend to her injuries, even while he suffered every pain his mate could feel. Further, every bit of pain Farrel felt. He tore his last remaining shirt to ribbons to wrap around her middle after he reset her broken ribs. Once he had bandaged her he held her close, rocking her in his lap and humming low, hoping that even that bit would help wash away her terrible memories.