Nicholas saw red. The mention of his brother, the idea that he would never measure up against Nafarius brought him to a fury fast. He stopped listening after that.
Nicholas was on her in a second. His hands gripped her throat as he took her down to the ground. Rolling he pounded her head into the ground his only thought to shut her up. She was struggling, her hands clawing at his face and her knees pressing into his chest trying to push him off of her. It all just added to his excitement. He could smell her fear, her fear of him and not his brother. Fear was power; he’d used it to rule once and he would use it again.
Natasha’s lungs were starting to burn and her vision was growing dark around the edges. Her entire field of vision was filled with her mate’s face, red with rage as he hovered over her. She clutched and clawed at his arms trying to pry them from her throat but her strength was beginning to fade. Just when she thought she would never see Roland or the others again Nicholas released her.
With great gasps of air she tried to roll out from under Nicholas only to find him shifting above her. “NO!” she shouted and put more effort into trying to get away.
Nicholas growled and snapped at her neck. He wanted her to change and the fastest way was to attack.
Natasha knew what he was after but she couldn’t stop herself. In the face of such a threat her animal rose to the surface and struggled to break free. Not even trying to hold back she shifted and after a full-body shudder got to her feet. Standing on all fours she looked like a pup next to Nicholas. Natasha knew that she was no match for her mate but still she circled, her hackles raised ready to defend against his attack.
It wasn’t long in coming. Nicholas came at her, his chest low to the ground and his teeth barred. Natasha held her position, waited until he was in mid-air and then moved to the left. Nicholas tried to follow her, his body twisting in the air but by the time he landed she had already moved around to the other side of the fire. Norman and Rufus had moved back and changed into animal form in order to watch the show but neither one would interfere, unless their leader was in serious danger.
Nicholas stopped directly across the fire from his mate. Her black coat shown blue in the firelight and her yellow eyes positively glowed. He knew she was waiting, watching to see if he would come from the right or from the left.
He surprised her. Crouching low and leaning to his right, Nicholas made as if to rush her. But instead of switching direction and moving to the left he leapt over the fire catching her in the chest with his front paws. Together, the two of them rolled as claws and teeth sought purchase in flesh protected only with fur.
Nicholas cried out as he felt her claws digging into his side but Natasha didn’t close her grip, instead she ripped through flesh exposing the muscle. Her teeth sunk into his shoulder, her mouth filling with blood and the sound of bones cracking echoed in the air.
Enraged with pain, Nicholas moved in closer forcing her to retreat. The close proximity of his body made it difficult for her to swipe with her claws and he pressed his wounded shoulder into her throat. He was crouched over her and with one quick move flipped her over onto her stomach.
Once again on all fours, Natasha tried to crawl away from him. Nicholas leaned forward and grabbed her by the back of the neck, his jaws locking onto flesh and muscles.
Despite the pain, Natasha continued to struggle. She could feel the blood seeping out of her neck and down her back. Heat and pain radiated through her as her movements caused her own flesh to tear. Nicholas weighed heavy against her back, his front claws digging into her hips holding her immobile. His legs were braced on the inside of her thighs, spreading her open. She could feel him hard and throbbing against her opening as her entire body strained forward out of his reach. She made the decision then and there that she would rather tear out her own throat then let him mate with her again.
Her struggles only increased Nicholas’ excitement. He could smell her fear, a scent that had always intoxicated him. Digging in deeper with his teeth he drank greedily as her blood poured into his mouth. At the same time he tightened his grip on her hips and slid his cock between her spread thighs.
Natasha, her body unprepared for his attack, cried out as Nicholas forced his way inside of her. She felt herself tearing and she tried to tighten her body to keep him from entering her once again.
Nicholas shuddered with pleasure. Natasha lay shivering and struggling beneath him, low whimpers of pain emanating from her throat. The passage into her body was tight and gripped his cock as he continued to pound away at her. It didn’t take long before he reached his peak and he was just about to empty himself inside of her when a movement from the forest caught him off guard.
A blur of brown fur was all Natasha saw before the weight was lift off of her back and Nicholas was sent sprawling. He landed on the other side of the fire completely still for several stunned seconds.
With the weight gone, Natasha had collapsed onto her stomach but now she scrambled to get her legs beneath her. Looking up she saw Roland in animal form. He pivoted slowly as Norman and Rufus circled him their lips curled back to expose their canine teeth.
Roland wasn’t impressed. He’d met their kind before, big and stupid. They used their size to intimidate but had no real ability to back it up. Both were circling slowly and as if by some unheard command rushed him. The fact that they attacked together gave him an edge. He was able to use their combined momentum to hurl one into the other. They landed in a tangle of arms and legs and once again tried for him. This time he let both get close. Rufus reached him first. Roland grabbed onto his throat with his teeth but did nothing to stop the movement of his opponent’s body. In the end it was Rufus’ size that killed him as he continued to sail over Roland, leaving his throat in the other man’s mouth.
Roland didn’t have time to rid himself of the taste. Norman was on him in the next instant and Roland found himself flat on his back. Norman when for his neck, Roland wasn’t quite fast enough and felt the distinct sensation of teeth tearing into flesh. A snarl of rage was Norman’s only warning before a large set of extended claws slashed down and opened him up.
Natasha followed Norman as he collapsed and using her body pinned him to the ground while he bleed to death. Werewolves could heal themselves but not from a wound of that magnitude and not after loosing that much blood. Preoccupied with Norman she was unaware of Nicholas until it was too late.
Roland saw him coming and tried to get to his feet. Unfortunately, his legs didn’t seem to be working. He had lost a lot of blood and the battle with Norman and Rufus had been a severe drain on his strength. He was on his side, trying to get his legs beneath him when Nicholas barreled into him.
Nicholas went for the most vital parts of the body. Using his teeth he bit into the already broken flesh while at the same time he tried to tear into Roland’s chest with his claws. Roland shifted and struggled beneath him driving Nicholas into a frenzy.