Wolf Bait

Five

Bad Omens- Reprise (The Sound Of The End)

Jonas

Lust is a very common trait among my kind. It's an outlet we learn at a very young age. I lost my virginity when I was thirteen to the girl who used to babysit me and my brother when we were kids. Pernicious is a very beautiful girl. But what really makes her endearing is her smart mouth and she's been pushing my buttons from the moment we met this morning.

Perry has a very sweet buttery scent. Coconut, burnt sugar, and ginger. I caught it when she walked out of the shower after Laura cleaned her up. Her body is amazing. Her wide hips, her perfectly round breasts, and her long powerful legs. She might be a mess but the upkeep to her physique never faltered.

She tastes phenomenal. She feels so good in my arms. Yet, I can't help but hate her for making me want her this bad. Wolves are like this. They're beautiful little things. This one borders on feral. She hasn't quite hit that stage yet, but that burnt sugar scent on her soft skin says she's close to it. She might have lost it if her former alpha had really tossed her out of the pack. I've had my fair share of she-wolves before Eve and a lot more after. But this one, there's an innocence that rubs me the wrong way.

She smells like war. Somewhere between rage and suffering. The cold way she looks at me tells me that she hates this just as much as I do and I take solace in the fact that this means very little to her. The s*x itself, because if this really is the first time she's f****d anyone since losing her mate, the aftermath is going suck and I'm going to feel it through our newly formed bond.

A sick part of me can't wait for it. The first time I put a mark on a wolf after Eve, I came alive again. Her name was Hailey. She'd never been mated before and she liked that I was the King. She liked that I was granting her status and when we f****d, I felt her falling in love with the way I touched her. I was glad to be rid of her when James' men killed her.

This is what I want. Someone who f*****g understands what it's like to lose everything that means life itself. I want to feel her pain and mine. I want to know the torment in these dark chocolate brown eyes staring back at me.

I can see my hands wrapping around her slender neck. I can picture myself squeezing the life out of her. Not that there's much left in them anyway. I want this little wolf to destroy what's left. I want her to be the thing that pushes me over the edge so that I can end that f*****g piece s**t once and for all. Even if my family is watching. For my father, for Evangeline, and for my daughter.

I saw her kick him. Her technique was flawless. His knee hit the ground hard and the sound it made, music to my ears. She protected my sister. She didn't need to do that. She didn't need to offer me a piece of her bread either. Perry doesn't understand what it means, but when she held it up for me, I couldn't deny her offering.

This is it. This is what I've been looking for these past eight years.

Her hands grip the comforter when I slip a finger inside her wet p***y. She wasn't lying. She's tight, she's going to need some adjusting. I'd hurt her if I f**k her like this.

I've never hurt one of them. I lost control when I saw James about to shift. A part of me panicked thinking he was going to kill her before I could set my plan in motion. He knows about her now. He's going to be scouting the territory to see when he can get her alone.

"f**k," she moans trying to grind herself against my hand. I add another finger and then a third needing to stretch her out a little more. "That's a lot," she complains but she doesn't stop grinding.

"Just trying to open you up, little wolf," I groan.

I'm hard steel and she's not making it any easier. Her body is responding to me the way I want. I press my thumb to her swollen little nub and she comes apart for me a second time.

"Please," she pleads.

She's still wearing the nylons and her sneakers. I pull them off, toss them aside, and rip what's left of the black fabric as I get my jeans off. I stop to take her in. The scars are bothering me. These aren't wolf scars and they're not Lycan scars. They're deep. Even for a wolf, scars never stay and they sure as f**k don't look as bad as these.

They look like she let them heal on their own without stitching them up.

I lift her up a bit to push her up the bed toward the pillows. I'm going to mark her before I get inside of her. We're going to spend the next week in here f*****g as her first Lycan heat takes over in a few hours. I can feel the sway of the full moon closing in and the rut that follows.

I usually spend those three days sedated in my room, but what's a mate for if not this?

"I need your consent," I tell her reaching between her legs again.

"I've consented a couple of times already," she pants.

"For my mark, smart ass," I growl licking the sweat beading on her chest. She tenses up for a second and I stop.

Fear has been the only emotion she's graced me with all day. I'm very familiar with it. The other she-wolves were a lot smaller and a lot more submissive than this one. It makes sense considering she was mated to Lycan Aristocrat. He might not have taken our form because of his father, but he was one of us.

It explains why she's so aggressive. Why she grew to be as big as she is. Why her entire world imploded when he died. He changed her anatomy to be closer to ours with his mark and I'm only going to make it worse with my own. Everything she feels now, it's going to intensify by a hundred. She's going to be stronger, fiercer. Her pain will grow with my own.

"I-" she swallows hard. "I consent," she nods. "You can mark me,"

I lean in taking one of her peaks into my mouth again. I have to start again. Make her submit to my touch again or this is going to physically hurt a lot more than it has to. She gives in a second time, moaning and calling me by my title.

Why is it so important for me to introduce myself? She knows my name. Silas told me everything the two of them talked about. Including him being on her list of traitors. We both laughed, but she has every right to be suspicious of everyone around her.

There is no doubt in my mind that she wishes with every fiber of her being to stop existing, but that's what makes her dangerous. She's looking for the most glorious way out of this s**t hole. She wants to go down in flames taking everything around her to the grave and I respect the f**k out of that because I've wanted the same thing for so long. It would be an insult to our families, our people, and our mates to take the coward's way out.

"Take a deep breath for me, little wolf," I warn her and move up to her neck. She quickly turns her head.

"Not there," she says quietly.

"Okay," I press a kiss to her neck.

I can give her that. Leave his place untouched. I don't want to take anything from her. She doesn't know this, but when I paid that dumbass alpha. I freed her from a hell worse than the one I find myself in.

It must have been agony to watch the b***h that got my mate killed be happy with his mate. To hear him announce their future and parade their love in front of her like some cruel sick joke. That entire pack deserves to f*****g burn for letting her live that way for so long.

And the way he treated her. If I survive this. If we survive this. I'll take her back there and we can burn the place down together. I'll kill her with my bare hands and bury her next to him where they can be together forever. I'll owe her that much.

My teeth sink into her skin. Her claws dig into my back as I position myself at her entrance rubbing myself on her preparing her tightness to take me.

My little wolf gives me exactly what I'm asking for. The sound that comes out of her is something between pure pleasure and agonizing pain. I stay latched onto her neck as I slowly push in and pull out stretching her with my c**k. She's tighter than I thought she would be. It's almost painful, but she's taking me so well. She feels amazing. There's no resistance.

I release her. Her blood floods into my mouth and my beast side marvels in her sweet taste. My mouth salivates and I let it drip down into her wound so it heals with my essence. So the mark is mine and mine alone.

Perry isn't interested in what I'm doing to her neck. She's rocking her hips taking more and more of me. She finally snaps and loops her leg around me and pushes me so I roll on my back. She climbs on top of me in a crouching position and takes my c**k in her hand giving it a few strokes before she lowers herself onto it.

"f**k," I groan watching as she takes what she wants.

Not once does she look up at me. It doesn't matter that I'm not the one she's here with. It doesn't hurt knowing that she's thinking of him. I want her to. I want her to let this moment break her down so that when she bites me and her soul entangles with mine, it destroys us both.

She lowers her knees, places her hands on my stomach, and tosses her head back. I'm all the way inside of her. I can see the outline of my c**k in her lower abdomen every time she comes down on me hard.

The wolf inside of her is very present. Her claws are out. Her moans are closer to a growl. Her eyes are glowing amber. She's a vision. Perfect in her own way. It doesn't take her long to get me there. I can feel my balls tightening up as she rides me like I've never been f*****g ridden before. Just as my c**k gives a jerk she growls and she's at my chest.

Not my neck. I don't think she gives a f**k if anyone can see it. I want everyone to see hers, but that's obviously not important to her. Her teeth sink into the top of my left pec. I growl when she pulls them out and then f*****g bites me a second time going deeper. I release inside of her as the bond starts to bind us.

Perry gasps for air and sits up taking me inside her to the hilt. Blood drips down her chin, her neck, and chest before it hits my stomach. She made a mess and can careless. It's beautiful. Just like her.

It starts off hot. A searing sensation coming from inside of her like wildfire taking over all of my senses. Our bond snaps into place and I understand the tortured look in her eyes that much more. There is so much of it that my eyes instantly fill with tears. I sit up wrapping my arm around her waist to keep her moving when she starts to slow down. I don't want her to slow down. I want more of her. All of her.

My ears ring, my vision blurs, and my chest aches with her pain. I turn over again pushing her legs up high so I can get further inside. So I can feel more of her soul burning away at mine. My chest hurts as it slows for her. She cries out as hers does the same for me. I bury myself inside of her and press my mouth to hers as our hearts start to beat in sync.

She cries out his name and it shatters what little empathy I have left.

I don't stop and she doesn't ask me to. Pernicious Phurry is the gift that keeps on giving. f**k, I expected her pain. Her sorrow. But there's more than that. There's a warmth to her not at all like the hellfire of her pain. Love. An infinite void of it and it's all for him.

I loved Eve. I loved Eve down to my soul from the moment I laid eyes on her. But I was only with her for two years before he took her away. It never got to be this. She never got to be my best friend. She never got to be the mother of our daughter. I never let myself think of that before. Not until Perry's soul latched itself to mine.

This feels so f*****g intrusive. So f*****g wrong on every aspect of this mating. I can feel her rage lashing out at me and my own welcoming it. The two battle for dominance inside of us and hers is winning.

She cums on my d**k a couple of times before she finally pushes me away and runs into the bathroom. Her pain is suffocating. The water in the bathroom turns on as I try to catch my breath. I wipe the blood and tears away and just lay here feeling all of her emotions flood through me along with my own.

My body responds to the cry she lets out in the bathroom, but I don't move to go to her. I can't. I can't even breathe properly. Images of a man I've never met in my life flood into my head as our bond strengthens. The longing, the solitude, the guilt. She looked like a completely different person in that life. Little bittersweet memories of the two of them play in my head. She was so young when it happened. She still is. Her understanding of the world is a lot different from my own. I find myself realizing how sheltered I've been my entire life.

The scent of her arousal hits me after a while and I shut her out of my head. I get up and go to the bathroom to find it steaming. She's sitting under the spray. Her eyes changed color. Taking dark undertones of purple, gold, and brown. That never happened with the other she-wolves. But then again, none of them have ever been like her. Perry is one in a million.

Her mascara is running down her face as her big sad eyes look up at me. Her skin is bright red from the hot water. I get into the shower with her and crouch down in front of her. Her eyes are puffy. Her cheeks are bright pink from the heat of the shower, the crying, the f*****g. She looks like I feel. Destroyed. Torn.

"Hey," I say gently so I don't startle her.

"Hi," she says quietly. I offer her my hand. She looks at it and then back up at me.

"My name is Jonas,"

"Jonas," she repeats and it sounds great rolling off her pouty pink lips. "What's happening to me?"

"You're going into your first heat as a Lycan. Your body is going to change. Maybe get a little bigger,"

"You're not going to get me pregnant are you?" she glares at me.

"No, that doesn't happen until your body has fully adapted to accommodate mine,"

"What does that mean?"

"Your body will change so that one day I can f**k you in my Lycan form. It's the only way we can procreate. And I assure you, that's never going to happen,"

"You promise?" she asks looking my body over.

"I promise you, Perry," I nod. She takes my hand and lets me pull her up with me.

"What now?"

"I want to spend the next week f*****g you over and over until I can't anymore," I admit.

"I can feel your hate for me," she says placing her hand on my chest.

I tip her head back and press my lips to hers. She reaches up wrapping her arms around me to pull me closer. I really like the way she kisses me. It was resilient at first, but once she gives in. I don't want to stop.

"I can feel your hate for us both," I say against her lips. I reach down gripping her thighs to lift her. She doesn't hesitate to wrap her legs around me while I pin her to the wall. "You're a strong little wolf," I lift her enough to position myself between her legs again. I lower her onto my c**k. The sound she makes this time is a little less angry and a little more submissive. "You're going to do as I say, right?"

"Yes," she nods as I work her hips into mine.

"Good girl," I reach for the nob and turn the water off. She didn't even bother with the cold water. "I'll give you exactly what you want, Pernicious. I'll start with this until you take your last breath,"