Chapter Ten - You like it rough?

Samuel Wülf

I sat silently on the floor in the corridor just outside of the conference room, and slowly the crowd around me began to disperse. The first to leave were the council members, and they dragged my siblings away with them, but I didn't even bother to stop them. I was just too consumed in my own guilt and concern for Freya. The next to leave was the twins, they tired of the situation quickly. They left play fighting with each other, and laughing their heads off. I rolled my eyes and shook my head as I thought to myself, those idiots never did grow up. Kali followed along behind them with her head down. When she reached the end of the corridor, she paused and glanced back at me. I glared at her in response, she scowled back at me and then stormed off.

“What the fuck just happened? Where's Freya?” Finnley asked in confusion as he finished his shift and the compulsion wore off.
I didn't really want to explain, and I didn't have the energy to reply, I just looked away from him and slowly lowered my eyes to the floor. I rested my elbows on my knees, and then placed my head in my hands again, while I exhaled heavily. He stormed towards me, and when he reached me he slapped my arm. My elbow fell off of my knee, which in turn made my head jerk forwards. I hissed up at him, making my anger known, and he growled back at me in response.
“Answer me you piece of shit! What the fuck is going on? What is that thing in there with Freya?” Finn screamed into my face.
“That thing in there, is Azael. He is the father of us all,” I replied in a flat tone as I dragged myself off of the floor and stood in front of him.
“What? Like God?” He asked me with confusion and a tone of disbelief.
He deserved answers, and I needed to get him away from the mirror. If he disturbed Azael at all, he could quickly lose his life. The least I can do right now, is keep Freya's son safe, I thought as I walked down the corridor. I turned back and said to Finn and Jeremy, who had now shifted back into his human form,
“Follow me, I'll explain everything.”
“No, I can't leave Freya, I won't!” Finn yelled at me.
I sprinted as fast as I could towards him, and firmly placed my hand over his mouth. I then whispered into his ear,
“Shhh! Freya is safe, I promise you that, but if you keep screaming like that, Azael will rip your tongue out of your head, is that what you want?”
He shook his head in response, so I gradually removed my hand from his mouth, and then ushered for him to follow me. Finn and Jeremy followed silently behind me as I led them towards my bedroom. I opened the door and then stood aside, as I held my hand out ushering them to enter. Finn stood firm and didn't move towards the door, I furrowed my brow in confusion, not knowing why he wouldn't enter. I looked over to Jeremy, and he awkwardly pointed towards my room, and then widened his eyes as he looked away, seemingly embarrassed. I lent forwards and poked my head into the room. I rolled my eyes, and let out a loud sigh.
“Give me a minute, I'll get rid of her,” I said to them both as I entered the room.
I closed the door behind me, and then rested my hands and head onto it. While I stared at the floor, I said through gritted teeth,
“What are you doing in here Kali?”
I heard her get off of the bed and make her way over to me, she slipped her hands around my waist, and then slid them up my stomach towards my chest. As her hands reached my chest one of them began trying to unbutton my shirt. I stood up straight and roughly grabbed her hand, almost crushing it. She yelped out in pain as I turned around to face her, but I ignored her and just shouted the same question at her again,
“I said, what are you doing in here Kali?”
She looked up at me with her eyes lightly illuminated and then began to smile. Seeing her sadistic grin angered me further, so I squeezed even tighter on her hand. I could hear and feel the tiny bones breaking under my crushing grip, and it felt great. Years of putting up with her shit, enough is enough, she is going to find out exactly how powerful I am.
“Sam, let go, you're hurting me,” she whimpered while facing the floor and cowering down.
I didn't listen, I just squeezed even harder until I could smell the blood seeping out of her hand. She screamed out in pain, and just when I thought she couldn't get any more twisted, she began to cackle. She looked up at me with the widest grin, and I just rolled my eyes in response, and then threw her hand away. Why I thought physical pain would get through to her I don't know. I should have known that the twisted bitch would enjoy it. I made my way over to the bathroom and then washed my blood-soaked hand in the sink. When I returned from the bathroom she was standing there sucking the blood off of her fingers. The sight of her made my skin crawl.
“Mmm, who knew you could be so cruel Sam? Hurting a poor defenseless woman like this,” she said innocently while still licking the blood away from her hand.
“Cut the shit Kali, we both know that you're far from defenseless. Now, what do you want?” I snapped at her as I finished drying my hands on a towel, and then threw it onto the bed.
I turned to face her, and then folded my arms across my chest. I had to, because all my hands wanted to do was choke the life out of her. But, what would that achieve? I would still end up killing one of our own, again. She held all of the cards, and she knew it. But, I did have one idea up my sleeve. It was risky but if she agreed, it just might work.
“I want you,” she said softly, as she stared nervously down at the floor.
I stepped forwards, and then gently lifted her chin up with my hand. I stared into her eyes and whispered,
“Marry me!”

Freya Rose

I stirred from what felt like the worst night’s sleep I'd had in months. My head was banging, and it felt like I'd been hit by a truck. I could hear someone place down what sounded like a glass onto a table.
“Sam?” I called out in a raspy voice, and my throat felt like I'd swallowed razor blades.
“No, it's me,” Finnley replied softly.
I opened my eyes and squinted at him. I then quickly raised my hand up and shielded my eyes from the blaring sun that was shining in through the window. Seeing my discomfort, Finnley hurried over to the window and closed the drapes for me. He then returned to my side and helped me to sit up in my bed.
“Is that better? Would you like some water?” He asked as he reached for the glass on my bedside table.
I nodded to him, and he handed me the glass, but as I held my hand out to take it, he noticed my hands were shaking. He smiled and said,
“here, let me.”
He then placed the glass to my lips, and I gulped down the cool liquid as if my life depended on it. Once I'd finished the whole glass, Finn asked if I wanted more, but I shook my head.
“What happened? Is everyone ok? Where are Sam, and Tristan?” I asked Finn the tirade of questions, as I sat up more in bed.
He pointed to the bed, silently asking to sit. I patted the duvet and he sat down facing me. He then asked,
“Do you remember Azael?”
I looked around the room trying to remember if I knew an Azael. I furrowed my brow and shook my head. He then asked me,
“What do you remember?”
“Um, well, I remember Sam and Tristan fighting, and you and Jeremy holding off the council members. Um, then Tristan bit through Sam's neck, and I had to give him blood. The rest is blank,” I replied honestly, I really couldn't remember anything after that. Maybe I passed out? I thought to myself.
“Right, well first off, Sam and Tristan are fine. When you part shifted your arm to feed him, the council leader Azael took a shine to you and your abilities. He told us all to leave, and I'm not entirely sure what happened in that room after that,” he paused for a moment to look into my eyes, I think he was hoping that it would jog my memory, but it didn't. He continued,
“Sam was going to explain everything, but he took Jeremy and me to his room, and Kali was there. He told us to give him a minute, but after ten minutes of standing out in the corridor like idiots, we went in.”
I screwed my face up, hoping that he wasn't going to say that he saw them together. I don't really know what I felt for Sam, but I knew the thought of him with Kali made my blood boil. What he said next in some ways was even worse,
“He's gone Freya,” he said with a hint of sympathy.
“What do you mean gone? You don't mean dead?” I shouted in a panic, as I scrambled towards him on the bed.
“No, I mean he left. Kali, the twins, the hybrids and Sam's siblings that were being held hostage, they're all gone,” he replied as he helped me to sit on the edge of the bed.
“The council had his siblings, were they the two vamps chained up in the conference room?” I asked him in a low voice.
“Yeah, Jeremy knows more about everything than I do. To be honest they all confuse the shit out of me. I'm used to all this supernatural stuff, but the drama with these guys is something else. Do you want me to go and get Jeremy to explain it all?” He asked me as he stood up off of the bed.
I went to answer but he quickly turned around and began growling at the doorway. He sensed him even before he reached the door, and the instant I was alerted to him, my heart began to pound, and my head started spinning. I closed my eyes as his scent floated around me, stirring up feelings within my body that I hadn't felt before. Everything tingled, like every cell that resided within me was alive and dancing with electricity. How full of electricity I felt right then, I was surprised I didn't have bolts of it shooting out of my fingers and toes.
Finn continued to growl and snarl towards the door, and I should have been doing the same. I mean every hair on my body was standing to attention, warning me of the danger, but my body was acting as if it was in some kind of animal heat. I began to moan lightly, as the electricity surging through me made its way down to my bud. It began pulsing and throbbing, and the electricity was exciting it as if an invisible touch was stroking and teasing it. Finn turned to look at me with confusion as my moans became louder. In my mind I was mortified, but I couldn't do anything to stop myself.
I was powerless as my hands began to caress my body. My right hand stroked my face and lips, as my left hand slid down cupping my breast lightly, and then gradually made its way down my stomach and towards my aching bud. Finn stood there staring at me, with embarrassment covering his face. I could hear his heart rate pounding, and his blood rushing through his veins as he watched me touching myself. He gulped loudly, and then in a low voice asked,
“Ahem, Freya? What are you do?...”
Before he got to finish his question, my hand slipped into my underwear. I moaned out in extasy when my finger found my bud, and my eyes fell upon him at the doorway. Finn shot his head around to look at the handsome stranger, who was standing with his shoulder rested on the door frame. He had a sexy grin on his face and was seductively rubbing his bottom lip with his thumb. He winked at me, and it sent a pulse shooting through my body, it was so strong that I collapsed backwards onto the bed. He chuckled slightly and then addressed Finn,
“Finnley, would you mind leaving us?”
“I, um, well I'd rather not,” Finn said less than confidently.
“Freya will be safe; you have my word. I wish her no harm,” the guy said in a deep and powerful voice.
“I, well I'll be right outside, just in case,” Finn replied nervously.
“As you wish,” the guy replied, with a hint of laughter in his voice.
Preoccupied with my self-indulgence, I was powerless to stop Finn leaving, my body was raging, shuddering under every stroke of my finger. I heard Finn leave the room, and the door close quietly behind him. I then heard the strangers shoes tap on the floor as he approached the bed, and my heart felt like it was going to leap from my chest. I felt so conflicted, my body felt alive with power and ecstasy, but my mind was still my own. What the fuck is this guy? I thought as I felt his leg brush up against mine, and another pulse flew through my body, making me moan out again.
He positioned himself in between my legs, and everything inside me screamed out for him. He slowly ran his hands up the outside of my thighs, and his touch burned as it glided up towards my hips. His fingers slipped underneath the waistband of my thong. The heat felt amazing, and it got even hotter as his fingers connected with my skin. My hips wriggled, helping him as he pulled my underwear down. Once they were off, I could hear him undoing his belt, and then his zipper. His belt buckled clinked as it connected with the floor.
He leant over me, and that was the first time that I got to study his face. I recognized him; he was the large hunter that I had seen in the conference room. Flashbacks of what had happened began to flood my mind, making me close my eyes as the thoughts and feelings bombarded me. My thoughts began to ease as soon as I felt his warm breath brush against my cheek. His hand then slid behind my head, and he effortlessly brought my head up towards him. I felt like putty in his hands, my body was fluid-like and relaxed. It felt like I could have just melted and slipped through his fingers.
As his lips met mine, my body suddenly became my own again. I thought about pushing him off, and then either fighting him, or running the hell out of there. But something about this guy made me want to stay, made me want him to touch me, kiss me, fuck me. I decided to let loose and enjoy the feeling, my life was beyond fucked up. I had no clue who I was anymore, and the thought of leaving all my worries behind and just enjoying the moment, was too enticing to ignore. He held my face with his hands, and we stared into each other’s eyes. I could see white swirling vortex’ around his pupils, so I knew he was a hunter of some sort. As I watched the white vortex' swirl, I got lost in my thoughts.
Why shouldn't I have some fun? I'm fed up of falling in love and having my heart broken. Everyone hurts me, and then leaves me. Enough! No more fairy tales, and happily ever after’s. I am going to do what I want, when I want, and right now I'm going to fuck the brains out of this ridiculously handsome... Whatever he is!
“I am Azael, and I love your plan,” his words circled around in my mind, but it wasn't like a wolf mind-link.
With a wolf mind-link, you hear the words like they were spoken in the air. His words were as if he was actually inside my head, like Selene. He smirked at me with an eyebrow raised, waiting for my next move. I smirked back and then smashed my lips onto his, grabbing the back of his head, to pull him into me as hard as I could. I pushed him backwards so that I could stand up. I then pulled my top up slightly, and as I pulled away from the kiss I bit his lip. I’d bitten it a little too hard though, I realized as he instantly sucked in air. I looked up at him and a trickle of blood escaped his lip. My eyes widened, worrying about how he was going to react. His response was perfect, he raised an eyebrow up and then back down, as his tongue slipped out of his gorgeous lips and quickly lapped up the blood.
“You like it rough?” I asked seductively as I stared up into his delicious golden-brown eyes.
“I do,” was his simple reply.
My smirk grew even wider, because that was exactly what I wanted to hear. I quickly pulled my top up and over my head, and then ripped his shirt open sending buttons flying everywhere. I stood there staring at him for a moment, in a mix of shock and awe. His muscular body had a huge scar that covered his chest. It looked like a slash from a werewolf’s claws, but it was much larger. It was even bigger than my mega wolf’s huge claws. I traced one of the deep slashes that ran across his chest with my finger. It looked so deep, that I wondered how in the hell he had survived whatever had attacked him. My brow furrowed as my thoughts consumed me, what sort of life has this guy had?
He pulled me from my thoughts as he roughly grabbed my hand, pulling it away from his chest. I looked up into his eyes and they were now raven black, but still had the white swirling vortex’. I hadn't seen eyes like that before. But his smirk on them perfect lips of his, dragged my thoughts away yet again, as I smashed my lips onto his. I placed my arms around his neck and jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He effortlessly carried me across the room, and I gasped into his mouth as he slammed me into the wall. I could feel his hard member throbbing beneath me, so I reached down between my legs and pushed it inside of me. He moaned into my mouth as his tip slid into me. I placed my hand back behind his head and pulled him deeper into the kiss. He eased his huge member inside of me, and I moaned as I felt it grow even bigger within me. I thought he might start out slow and let me adjust to him, but he didn't. He immediately began pounding into me, and I cried out in pain as my body tried to stretch around him. The pain subsided, quickly being replaced by extreme pleasure and a need for him to go harder and faster.
We moaned out in synchronicity as our bodies slipped away from each other, and then collided again and again with amazing force. I felt my orgasm building fast, and as it did I felt my fingernails shifting into claws. I moved my hands underneath his arms, and then dug my claws into his back. He lifted his head up into the air, and let out a rumbling sort of hissing noise. As he pounded into me harder and faster, I dragged my claws down his back, and as I did I felt his member grow even more inside me. With one last thrust of his hips, I screeched into the air and ascended into my orgasm, quickly joined by his ascension into his own climax. As we both hit the height of our ascension’s, I dug my claws deeper into his back pushing his climax even further.
Standing there panting while holding me up, this would usually be the part where the guy rolls over, or in this case, puts me down and relaxes afterwards. Not with this guy, as his climax eased a little, he pulled himself out of me, and then carried me over to the bed. He threw me onto the bed, and then ripped my legs apart. He lowered himself down onto the floor, and then began licking my bud. Just as I was coming down from one orgasm, I could feel another building up inside of me. After exciting my bud, he moved his head up, trailing kisses up my hips, stomach and breasts, until he met my lips. He kissed me passionately, as he thrust himself into me again. This time he started out slower, while circling my bud with his finger. I arched my back and moaned into his mouth as his rhythm sped up.
He pounded into me deeper and deeper, and with each thrust of his hips and swirl of his finger, I came closer and closer to ecstasy. My entire body was buzzing, and I didn't think I could feel any more pleasure if I tried, but as I came close to my climax, he pulled away from me and then sank his fangs into my mark. In that instant, I knew he was part vampire, but I didn't care. The fire from his bite awoke my inner Phoenix, and I burst into flames as I climaxed again. He screamed out and flew off of me as my flames engulfed him, but I was too consumed in my own waves of ecstasy to know for sure if it was a scream of pleasure or pain. But to be honest, I didn’t even care.