Wolf Bait

Four

Kings Of Leon- Stormy Weather

It's one thing longing for death and a completely different one to stare right at it. James is a younger version of the King. They're about the same size, but it's obvious that Jonas is the eldest. This man has a very threatening aura and it's not like the King's. This one, this one is a lot like me. He's dead inside. A man looking for a way out. It's in his carefree attitude. The devious smirk on his face. The way he's dressed.

He's got on ripped skinny jeans. A Fallen In Reverse band T-shirt, a dark blue hoodie, and a denim vest. I really like the boots he's wearing. I bet they're steal-toed. The courtyard has once again gone completely silent.

"Can't say that I have," I say lowering the chute. I step in front of the teenage Lycan next to me and push her behind me. He laughs at me.

"You've got a little more spunk than the other wolf trash he's brought here," he says. His eyes glow purple as he steps closer and I let the wolf speak for me. She growls push against my skin. Showing him that his threat is more than welcomed.

"Take a step back," I warn him. He takes one forward. Andromeda grips my wrist making me drop the chute. My claws elongate and this time, I focus on my wolf. I threaten him as he leans in to sniff me. When she tries to get closer I shove him. My claws cut through his t-shirt. "I told you to take a step back, asshole,"

"You're going to be a lot fun," he grins showing me his big pointy canines.

"You're not supposed to be here, James," Andromeda says timidly. This asshole finally takes a step back and looks up at her.

"I heard you were in town, baby sister," he puts away his canines and calms down. "You're going to be shifting this full moon. You didn't think I'd miss that, did you? Brought a few friends your age. Maybe one could be your fate," he reaches for her, and without thinking I slap his hand away warning him again. His eyes snap back to me and his nose flares. Andromeda lets go of me and steps back. "Really?"

"Don't f*****g touch her," I growl. My wolf pushes against my skin again, this time preparing to shift.

"Why don't I just save us the time-" he growls releasing his claws. "And I just kill you now?"

I take a step back when his massive hand swipes at me. I go low kicking the inside of his left ankle while I grip his wrist. His feet give out and his knee hits the gray brick hard enough for the crack to echo in the courtyard. I take a step back pushing Andromeda when he howls in pain. He looks up at me and my blood runs cold as his face starts to change.

A loud growl stops everyone, including James. I push Andromeda further away from him as the King storms out of the castle and goes straight for his brother.

"Jonas!" I woman shouts from behind him just as he releases his claws to attack. He stops without taking his eyes off his brother.

James pants as he tries to get up, but falters. His eyes come back at me and I smirk knowing that his knee is probably fractured. That was a move I learned for my mate back when we were always at each other's throats. He dislocated my kneecap. He spent three weeks apologizing to me after. We got matching tattoos when the cast came off to celebrate.

"She attacked me," he growls.

"You started it," Andromeda shouts from behind me.

"You did," I smile. He growls at me again only to be met with the King's glare.

"Get the f**k out of my house," he says calmly and it's a lot more terrifying than when he's annoyed.

"I'm injured," James says playfully. The woman at the top of the stairs rushes down and steps between them. I'm guessing she's their mother. "This stupid little wolf hurt me,"

"You're the f*****g i***t that let a wolf hurt you," the King scoffs. "Take him to the clinic. Get him the f**k out of here,"

Silas and a few others step forward and lift him off the ground. His eyes stay on me until he disappears inside. I flinch back when the King turns to look at me. His eyes are pitch black. His purple irises are glowing. I stay still as he approaches me.

"I'm sorry," I choke out from the force of his dominance. I lower my head in submission unable to keep eye contact with him. I almost jump out of my skin when his clawed finger tucks under my chin and makes me look up at him again. "I'm sorry,"

"What are you sorry for, Little Wolf?" he asks gently.

"I don't know," I admit. "You've got demon eyes,"

He sighs and lets his head fall back. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. His hand goes back to normal and when he looks at me again, his eyes are soft lavender. He smiles and looks over my head at his sister.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, the little wolf protected me," she says softly.

"She did?" the woman behind him asks.

"Mother, this is Perry," he says looking down at me. "Perry, this is my mother. Queen Alegra Prince,"

I take a step back and bow to her.

"That was very reckless of you," she scolds me. "My son is a Lycan Alpha. Why would you do that?"

"She's just a kid," I say without looking up at her. It feels disrespectful too.

"Thank you, Perry," she steps closer, and like her son she makes me look up at her. "You don't have to bow your head to any of us. You are part of this family for however long you will be here. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my Queen," I nod.

"Ally," she corrects me. "You've earned at least that, Perry,"

"Ally," I agree.

"Get her out of here, Jonas. I'll take care of the rest,"

"Come," the King holds out his hand. I glance back at his sister.

"Thanks," she smiles tightly. I give her a nod and take the King's hand. He grips mine tightly and pulls me into his side. I almost fall when he pushes me in front of him when we're inside.

"Are you out of your mind?" he roars. I take a few steps back as he comes closer to me. "He could have killed you,"

"I thought that was the point," I put my hands up defensively. He growls looking me over.

"Did he hurt you?" he demands.

"No, he didn't touch me,"

"If you die before I can mark you all of this would have been for nothing," he grabs my wrist and pulls me with him.

I have to run to keep up with him as he takes us to the elevator. I keep my head down suddenly feeling overwhelmed. No one has ever yelled at me like that. I mean, yeah. Darren used to do it all the time, but it's been a long time since I've been reprimanded. I'm not sure why, but I get weepy.

I fight against my stupid trembling lip to no avail. Hot tears slide down my face as I stare at my arm in his massive hand. He could snap it with a flick of his wrist and I'd just have to stand here and take it. I can feel the rage coming off his body.

"Why are you crying?" he demands. The door pings and then opens. He pulls me with him as he takes me down the corridor to my room.

"I asked you a question, Pernicious," he says angrily.

"You're yelling at me," I answer stupidly.

We stop in front of my door and he finally releases me. My hand immediately goes to my wrist. It hurts. I look down to see the red marks starting to form. My wolf is howling with anger because of the way I am being treated. However, there's nothing I can do or say. First off, he's the King. Second, he owns me. I'm his property. He can do with me as he pleases. Legally.

"I can't believe he's here," he growls turning away.

I jump when his fist goes through the door across from mine. I step back until I'm pressed against the door behind me trying to make myself as small as I possibly can. He roars and hits again and again until it's just pieces on the floor. He grips the frame to hold himself up as he pants deep painfilled growls.

More tears slide down my face because holy s**t. The man who took everything from him was just standing in his home as if nothing had happened and there wasn't a single thing he could do in front of his mother and sister. I smell his dispair in the air around us and all I can do is stand here and watch the most terrifying creature I've ever laid my eyes on fall apart.

"I could really use a drink, right now," I sniffle and wipe my face.

"Yeah, me too," he chokes out.

He pushes off the door frame and looks back at me and motions me to follow him into the room. He steps over the pieces of thick oak wood. I can't believe he broke it apart like it was nothing. These doors are heavy as f**k.

The room is heavily scented with him. It's a floral scent. Like lavender and vanilla, but also dark and spicy. Peppermint maybe? Whatever it is, it's nice. I can barely breathe around him because he's always so f*****g hostile. So this is the first time I can take in his scent properly.

"I wouldn't be able to hold back," I whisper when he hands me a glass with a huge ice ball.

"You've been alone a long time," he says and comes over with a bottle.

It's squared and filled with a dark liquid. He fills my glass to the top and drinks out of the bottle. I take a sip and my taste buds come alive. Whatever this is, it's strong and sweet like caramel. I take in a mouthful and I'm able to breathe properly again. He offers me a tissue and I take it.

"I didn't mean to cry," I find myself saying. Why am I even apologizing for that? "It's been a while since I've felt this empathetic,"

"I'm sorry," he says sitting on his massive bed. It's a lot like the one in my room. Everything in his room is black and velvet red. There's a Victorian vampire-esque vibe to the place. Something straight out of a movie. "I lost control. Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I nod looking down at my wrist.

It's bright red and where his fingers dug into my skin, it's lifted and it stings because I wiped my tears like a toddler who had just been scolded for breaking a vase or something. He puts the bottle on the carpet and gets up to come see for himself.

"s**t," he sighs when he turns it over.

"It's fine," I try to pull it back.

He tightens his hold but not like before. Just enough to get me to stop moving. He lifts my arm up and I watch as he licks the lifted skin a few times. My skin breaks out in goosebumps as he continues to lick me. He doesn't let me go when he stops. The pain fades a little and lifted skin visibly starts to fade. The swelling goes down and then disappears into what's going to be a bruise.

"Better?"

"How did you do that?" I ask looking up at him.

"The enzymes in my spit. You can't do that?"

"Nope," I say looking down at my arm again. The scratches are really gone. "I have to admit that was actually really f*****g cool,"

"You don't respond to stimuli the way I expect you to," he says.

"You mean how you've been trying to f**k me since I arrived?" I laugh. He smirks. "You remind me of him,"

"Your mate?"

"Yeah, he had a temper. He was very demanding and he never stuttered so when he wanted something all he had to do was ask. I guess I don't respond to it because I can smell your pain. Your rage. It's one of the reasons why I was so good at being a hunter. My sense of smell,"

"I thought I masked it better," he goes back to the bed.

"You do. You mask it very well. I'm just close enough to know what it is. I give off the same scent,"

"Have you been with anyone since?"

"No," I shake my head. "It's probably why I'm such a raging b***h,"

"Probably," he smiles and lifts the bottle off the floor to his lips. "I'm sorry I scared you," he smirks. "Didn't think you were capable of being scared,"

"Wrong. I've got a death wish, but I'm not dead yet," I finish the drink. My head swims a little. "This is strong as hell,"

"Yeah, it's called wolf's bane. We make it. We don't do that weak mortal s**t here," he lifts the bottle to offer me some more.

"If I drink more, I'm probably going to do something stupid," I shake my head.

"You've been waking up every day for the past five years to do something stupid, little wolf. Come sit over here and do something stupid with me,"

I stare at him for a moment. It might be the drink, but I doubt it. He's not wrong. I admit, Jonas Zachary Prince is phenomenally beautiful. Him and his stupid gorgeous eyes and his creepy f*****g glowing skin. His body is perfection. I've never given this a thought. I've never wanted anyone to touch me and he's had his hands all over me since I was on my knees in front of him in handcuffs this morning.

To say that I didn't like it would be a lie. I know I'm going to f*****g hate myself and him after, but the pain it's going to cause me. It's probably going to be worth it. It'll feel disgusting. It'll feel wrong and when I get to whatever afterlife awaits me, Darren himself will probably be just as disgusted with me as I will be with myself. And it will be all his fault for f*****g leaving me here all alone.

"Yeah," I say and go over to him. I set the glass down and take the bottle from him. He lets out a huff as I drink out of the bottle.

"I should warn you. I don't know how to be gentle anymore," he says when I hand him the bottle back.

"That's probably a good thing and we should probably move this to my room. It has a door," I point at the mess he made. He laughs.

"You've been here one day," he says standing up. "And it honestly feels like I'm a lot closer to where I need to be,"

"Careful, that was almost romantic," I laugh. He grins and offers me his hand. I take it and he pulls me up and leads me out of the room.

As soon as we're through the door he pushes me against the wall without dropping the bottle. His mouth is on mine before the door shuts. He growls using one of his big ass hands to pin my arms over my head as our mouths move in sync.

There's this guilty f*****g pleasure in the way it feels like he's devouring me to spite. We both hate this and there's a sense of comfort in knowing that this is wrong. That neither one of us wants to be here doing this.

My wolf surfaces and I shove him back to take a deep breath. I take the bottle from him and take a big drink before going for his shirt. He growls approvingly when I tear it off and push him back until he falls on to the bed. I don't hesitate to straddle him and he doesn't hesitate to rip at my nylons.

"I've been thinking about you walking around my territory without anything underneath this stupid little dress," he says. I laugh feeling the full of effect of the liquor. "You're kind of beautiful, Pernicious,"

"In a feral wolf kind of way?" I ask reaching for his belt.

"In a crazy cat lady kind of way," he growls and reaches between my legs. "You're wet,"

"Well, you're hot," I shrug. "And you're kind of an asshole. I have a thing about demanding pieces of s**t who don't know how to take no for an answer,"

"This f*****g thing," he growls at my dress. He grips the front of it and pulls tearing it in two.

"It has clasps," I laugh.

"f**k that," he pulls it clean off my body.

He tears my shirt down the middle and pushes it back enough to expose my breasts. His eyes stay on the three huge claw marks from the gorgon I soloed hoping it would kill me. For a moment, I think he's lost his mood but then he slides his hand up my back pulling me into him, and takes my n****e into his mouth and sucks hard.

The pain shoots through my body and grind myself against him. I haven't been aroused in so long that my lower belly aches from how turned on I am. I am moments away from cuming and he's biting on me like he can't get enough.

"f**k, Lycan King I'm going to c*m,"

"You're so f*****g stubborn," he growls and turns us over so he can pin me to the bed.

"Introductions are important. I understand if you need time to get there," I moan when he switches to my right breast.

"After this, I'm not going to need an introduction," he laughs.

He pulls away and wraps his arms around my thighs to pull me to the edge of the bed.

"You need an introduction, my King," I scream when he latches onto my clit without warning. My hand slips into his stupid silver-ish hair.

"You just keep calling me that," he bites me.

The f*****g asshole bites my clit and I c*m so hard my vision darkens for a second. I squeeze my thighs around his head keeping here there and he just keeps sucking.

"Holy s**t, Lycan King," I cry out.

"You almost crushed my head," he laughs looking up at me. "I haven't even started yet,"