It was New Year’s Eve, and we were heading up into South Carolina to Hilton Head. We took our time, enjoying the three-hour ride on the back roads instead of the freeway. We had lunch at a pizza place, then spent most of the afternoon exploring the beaches before meeting for dinner at a barbecue joint. We spent an hour there, eating way too much in the way of ribs and drinking too much lite beer. “I have to use the restroom,” I said.
“Me too,” Teri said. I got up, leaning down to kiss Snake and licking the tangy sauce off the corner of his mouth. We worked our way through the crowded restaurant and bar; we had tables at one end, and the bathrooms were in the other wing, with the entrance in the middle. We pushed through, doing our business before meeting at the sink. “You look great,” Teri said. “You needed this trip.”
“I need more Snake,” I said with a grin. “We told ourselves we would take things day to day, nothing is guaranteed, but I’m falling for him hard.”
“I see the way he looks at you, Vivian, he’s absolutely in love with you,” she said. “I’m so happy for you both.” We fixed our hair and walked back out, laughing to each other as we went. It was then I froze.
The smell.
Rogues.
I looked ahead, there were three men who were standing by the front doors. They were dressed in beach clothing, all were tall and heavily muscled. The biggest one was sniffing excitedly, looking for the source of the scent that I knew was mine. My eyes met his and they went wide in recognition. The three started to move towards me, spreading out to block my escape.
I had no time to think. Pushing Teri aside, I flipped over a table into the walkway, sending dishes and drinks everywhere. I ran left, banging through the emergency exit and outside as the men tried to catch up. I jumped on my motorcycle, peeling out of the lot, and barely avoiding the hand of the men as they tried to grab me.
I accelerated hard, running a stop sign and taking the sharp curve at speed. I wasn’t fast enough, I heard a car engine behind me, it was big, and it was getting closer. Looking in my mirror, I could see a sports car coming up quickly, a Jeep behind it.
I looked at the road ahead, there were too many lights, too many people to get away. I knew if I got stuck in traffic, one of the men would jump out. Taking a left at speed, I turned onto a road heading out towards the wild marsh areas of the island.
My motorcycle wasn’t big enough and I wasn’t a good enough rider to evade them. I could take the corners faster, but their engines caught them up in the straightaways. We were on a deserted road, nothing but sand and scrub and swamp on both sides, and that is where they took me down.
The Charger pulled up next to me, the wolf in the passenger seat grinning, then they cut me off. I couldn’t brake fast enough, so it was either hit their car or go off the road. I went right, my front wheel sticking in the muck just off the road, and I went flying over the handlebars as my bike somersaulted. I crashed through the brush, cutting myself in multiple places before landing hard on my left shoulder.
I looked back through the weeds, the men were stopping and coming back. I pulled off my cut and tossed it back to the edge, then shifted, destroying my other clothes in the process. I tried to run through the swamp, but my front left shoulder was hurting bad and I was practically on three legs.
I heard three howls from behind me as the rogues took up the chase. I pushed forward, but I knew it was hopeless. There was no way I could outrun three men with a bad leg, bleeding from multiple cuts, and alone.
I sure as hell wasn’t going to give up without a fight.
I found a small clearing where the land rose a little, giving a twenty-foot circle of dry ground. My knife was still around my neck, but I’d never stand a chance in human form against the three of them. I shook it off my neck, leaving it at the edge, and turned to face them. I growled loudly, my hackles raised, as the three spread out in front of me. The man in front shifted, standing naked and clearly aroused. He was about six-foot-two, easily two hundred pounds, and had a scar on his left cheek and across his chest. “There’s no need for you to get hurt any more than you already are, shewolf.” I growled again. “You don’t have a chance. Come with us and it will go better for you.”
I saw one of the grey wolves try to move up behind me, I spun and lashed out, my teeth ripping his ear before he jumped back. The other wolf attacked just then, his teeth tearing into my back left leg. For the next few minutes, this is how it went; they worked together, biting my legs and haunches, while I tried to put up a defense. I was running out of time and strength, I couldn’t heal from the blood loss. I leaped for a wolf’s throat, getting lucky and latching on, ripping it out. I had no time to turn before the second wolf was on my back, his teeth around my neck, biting down hard.
I whined as he forced my head to the ground; he would kill me in seconds if I didn’t submit, so I did. I stilled my body, lifting my head to expose my throat, and the wolf relaxed his grip and got off me. I was panting hard, my whole body hurt, and I was dreading what was coming.
(trigger warning- rape scene)
He pushed his hips forward, moving my own hips up as my neck was still pinned down. I tried to keep my tail over my sex, but he pushed it aside, his red head probing until it was aligned. I howled in pain as he pushed in dry, sheathing himself in one powerful stroke.
He didn’t care about me as he held my broken body down, taking what he wanted from me. I couldn’t cry in wolf form, but my wolf and I were shaking in anger and humiliation. My traitorous body responded as my body was designed, despite my objections; the rapid pounding pushed me higher.
He let go of my neck with his teeth, a large paw keeping me pinned to the ground, as things built to a climax. The first man, still in human form, was watching as he played with himself. “He’s going to claim you, but he promised me he would share,” he said with a leer.
“NOOO!” My wolf howled in my head, understanding what was about to happen. He was going to bite my neck when my traitorous body orgasmed, binding me to him permanently, till death do us part. I howled in pain and loss at the thought; my true mate would be lost forever, that thread broken by my bond forming with another. I struggled, helplessly, until the sensation overwhelmed me and I came hard.