Who are you?

CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT
NADIA
My blood brought him back!
Nadia
The shock on their faces was not the emotion I was expecting but it was rather funny.
“No… we’re not doing that,” Alex said after a few seconds of silence.
“Why?” I rebuffed. “Causing me pain has never been a problem for you both, so why can’t you make me feel a little pain with pleasure now?”
Alex stuttered, “L.. look that’s all in the past, don’t spoil the mood with all of that” he grabbed my legs and pulled me towards the edge of the bed while stroking his dick to keep it rock hard. “Let’s just continue fucking Nadia.”
“Where are your manners, Alex?” Sandro finally spoke. He placed his hands on Alex’s shoulders and with the softest of voices and a mischievous smile continued, “If the lady says she wants it rough, then we make it rough.”
His words were so warm I felt electricity flowing beneath my skin till it caused a pool between my legs. All I could do was stare at them lustfully.
Sandro picked up the chains and held my legs to the opposite ends of the wall, leaving my legs wide apart, exposed, and vulnerable. Making my pussy throb hard. He did the same thing to my hands leaving me no room to move on the bed, almost suspending me on the air.
Then he grabbed my neck and leaned close to my neck, “We are going to violate you, Nadia. We will use every part of your body as we see fit. We won’t stop until we’re tired of using you.”
“Yes please, Violate me. Don’t show mercy at all. I want to feel like a slut, like a bad slut.”
I saw the excitement beaming in their eyes. I was proud that my body was causing that. It made me feel like a real woman and at that moment, I wanted to be treated without respect by both of them. I wanted to be their submissive.
Sandro started kissing every part of my body from my neck downwards while Alex kissed me from my legs. They grabbed my breasts, squeezed them like they were trying to mold them, and pulled my nipples out.
“Yes! Ah!” I let out moans of pleasure as they wrapped their lips around each of my nipples. Having both my boobs sucked at the same time while I felt their hard cocks rolling over different parts of my body drove me insane.
They took their hands to my vagina and started to caress my clit. A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt a finger dig into my vagina. I tried to hold back my moans but I was helpless.
“Put in two fingers, please!” I cried, hoping for the pleasure to increase. “Harder! Finger me harder! Rub my clit faster!” I needed to grab their heads or touch their bodies but I couldn’t move my hands. All I could do was scream. “Yes! Fuck! Yes!”
Their hands and mouths were all over my body, I couldn’t keep track of who was doing what, all I knew was that I was in paradise.
They suddenly stood up and walked a few steps away from the bed and stared at me like I was their prey that they were about to devour. “What is wrong?” I asked, my face bent shyly.
“You look very beautiful,” Alex replied.
Sandro knelt in front of my fully exposed legs.
“What are you..” The feeling of his tongue inside my pussy cut me off. “Oh,” My eyes rolled back in pleasure. “Sandro! I’m going to cum!” My legs were shaking uncontrollably.
The feeling was unreal. I couldn’t see his face properly but I could tell he was eating me like his life depended on it. I could feel his tongue everywhere all at once. It felt too good. I couldn’t hold back anymore and before I could realize it, I squirted.
“Ahhh…” I yelled as fountains sprouted from my vagina. I was breathing erratically. This was already far better than I imagined. And we hadn’t even started fucking.
Sandro immediately rubbed his dick against my clitoris, “Give me a minute to catch my breath,” I pleaded, but he just stuck his huge dick inside of me. “Fuck!” I curled my toes and tried to pull my legs together, but they wouldn’t budge.
“Shut her up with your dick, Alex”
“You don’t need to tell me twice.”
Both my mouth and pussy were filled with their dicks and they fucked me in turns for minutes.
“Do you like this dick?”
“Suck this fucking dick!”
“Yes! Take this dick! Fuck!”
The only time I could catch my breath was when I was cumming, which happened quite a few times, and aside from that, both my holes were filled all the time.
They came inside my mouth and pussy when they were done and I loved it. We were all too exhausted to move when we were done, and we just fell asleep from there.
I wanted to do this, every fucking time with Alex and Sandro.

I had woken up that morning later than I was used to. The sun was already bright outside my window, and I pulled the covers over my head, wishing I could snuggle back into the warmth of my sheets and drift off to sleep once more.
But deep down, I knew I had to leave my sanctuary. I had a test in English, and I couldn’t afford to walk into class after Mr. Davis had gotten in. No one ever walked in while he was already teaching. That was the first rule he always wanted everyone to keep in his class…
“Do that, and I’ll have no problem with you,” he would say, sounding like he was some dictator.
As I reluctantly got out of bed, the chill in the air hit me, causing me to shiver slightly. I trudged to the bathroom, the steam filling the small space quickly as I turned on the hot water to take my bath.
Dressed in my usual denim jeans and a comfortable sweater, I grabbed my backpack. My bicycle was waiting for me outside, the cool morning air invigorating as I pedaled down the street, my thoughts everywhere.
I ended up in front of another classroom, completely oblivious to where I was going. Just as the realization hit me, I stepped through the door without thinking. It only took a moment for me to register that I was in the wrong class. Panic surged through me. “What am I doing?” I muttered to myself as I turned on my heel.
Fumbling toward my classroom-room 37-I dashed inside, my nerves tingling as I glanced around the room. Mr. Davis had just begun writing on the board, and my heart dropped. I had walked in too late.
“Late again, Nadia!” Mr. Davis called out, rolling his eyes dramatically for emphasis. “I thought I told you punctuality is key!” The classroom erupted in laughter, my cheeks heating with embarrassment.
“Sorry!” I mumbled, taking my seat quickly, daring to glance at the others. They were all snickering, some pointing fingers at me. Just as the laughter began to lull, a sudden gasp broke through the noise, drawing my attention.
In a flash, one of the students in the front row had collapsed onto the floor, his body twitching uncontrollably. I felt my heart race as everyone turned toward him, the laughter dying away instantly, replaced with fear and confusion.
“Marcus!” a girl screamed, rushing to his side, her hands shaking as she tried to hold him still. The classroom exploded into chaos, everyone jumping up and shouting for help.
“What’s happening?” Mr. Davis yelled, trying to maintain order, but it was futile. The atmosphere thickened with worry as another student rushed to check for a pulse, fear evident on his face.
He pressed down on Marcus’s neck, his finger finding nothing. The look he shot the rest of us was terrifying. “He’s not breathing!”
“No! That’s not possible!” Mr. Davis shouted in disbelief, his voice cracking slightly. “He just-”
“He’s dead!” the student confirmed, his voice trembling.
“No, no, no!” The panicked cries escalated, students were crying, some huddled together in fear, while others stood frozen in shock.
“Let’s take him to the hospital!” Mr. Davis shouted, trying to take control of the situation. But just as the students began to gather around, preparing to lift their fallen classmate, something inside me snapped.
“Wait! Don’t take him!” The words escaped my mouth before I truly thought them through, freezing everyone in their tracks.
“What did you just say?” Mr. Davis questioned, his brow furrowing in confusion.
“Don’t take him there,” I insisted, my heart hammering. I had no idea why I felt such certainty, but my wolf was stirring inside me, restless and anxious ever since Marcus had been pronounced dead. “We can help him,” my wolf whispered to me, urging me to take action.
“Help him? How?” I muttered back to myself in disbelief. “He’s dead!” The words felt heavy on my tongue.
“Nadia!” Mr. Davis shouted, his voice rising in impatience. “Who the hell are you talking to?”
“Wait!” I called again, surprising myself as my own conviction strengthened. “I can bring him back to life.” The statement sounded ridiculous even as it spilled from my lips, but I couldn’t shake the sudden excitement sparking within me.
Mr. Davis looked at me with disdain, as if I were a piece of dirt he wanted to scrape off his shoe. “I really hate dealing with your kind,” he scoffed, crossing his arms.
“What does that even mean?” I shot back, feeling a rush of defiance.
But the laughter resumed, the class erupted with jeers and taunts directed at me. “Dead girl walking!” one of the boys yelled, and it hit me hard. But I refused to wilt under their words.
“Just give me five minutes!” I pleaded, the urgency in my voice rising.
“Make it count,” he said dismissively, and at this time, students were clustering in small groups at the door, whispering about what to do next, their attention half on me and half on the scene unfolding before us.
I took a deep breath, gathering myself as I knelt beside Marcus. All eyes were on me, a weighty anticipation filling the air.
“Please, everyone be quiet,” I whispered, and surprisingly, they obeyed. For a moment, it felt as if everything froze. I glanced around the room, catching a few sympathetic looks and a few harsher expressions.
My heart raced as I pulled out a small razor blade I had kept in my backpack-a remnant of an arts and crafts project I had done last week. It looked innocuous enough, but it was necessary for what I needed to do. I cut my palm carefully, wincing as the sharp edge sliced through my skin. A trickle of crimson blood drifted down my hand.
With trembling hands, I leaned over Marcus, making a small cut on his wrist. My wolf was restless, urging me on like a silent coach.
“Please,” I whispered to myself, letting a few drops of my blood fall onto his lifeless skin. I waited, breath hitching, but nothing happened. Nothing at all.
The tension in the room began to boil over. “What are you doing?” one girl yelled. “You’re just making things worse!”
“You’re a joke, Nadia!” another chimed in, and my heart sank deeper, blending humiliation with dread.
My eyes sought out Alex in the crowd, and unsurprisingly he looked just as clueless and worried as everyone else. I felt a snarl rising within my wolf, urging me not to abandon hope.
But just when I thought all was lost, a peculiar sound broke through the turmoil. Marcus sneezed unexpectedly, and everyone paused, all eyes turning toward him in shock. He sneezed again, a little more fervently this time. Slowly, he began to move, his eyelids fluttering open.
Classes erupted in gasps and shouts, disbelief covering everyone’s faces as he blinked groggily.
I couldn’t believe it; I had actually done something, and yet all I felt was a sense of bewilderment. “Marcus?” I whispered, not entirely sure if he was truly back or if it was just a joke.
His eyes met mine for a moment, and he looked around the room, seemingly lost. The noise around us became overwhelming as students clamored to help, to gather around him, but I stayed back, breathless.
“What happened to me?” he asked, surprised that everyone had gathered around him, with some taking pictures, while others recorded.
“You were dead, but Nadia brought you back to life!” one of the girls said, her excitement rising with every word.
“Dead?”
“Yes, Marcus,” Mr. Davis said, still as shocked as the others.
“Thank you, Nadia,” I heard his voice murmur, and shock rippled through me.
“You’re okay!” I said, almost breathless with emotion, but part of me knew the secret connection my wolf and I had violated in the process-not out of selfishness, but out of desperation.
“Is he really back?” someone whispered, and I could only nod, still trying to comprehend what had just happened.
I had gone from a foolish girl desperate to prove herself to an odd sort of hero in the span of moments. And as my heart slowed, resting back in my chest, I knew that nothing would ever be the same…
“Who are you?” Mr. Davis asked me, his eyes still wild with shock.
My name is Nadia Burke.