Staring Into the Eyes of Chance (17 page)

Olivia couldn’t stand watching that filthy slime touching Lindsey, but she couldn’t close her eyes to it either. Olivia’s nipples throbbed and she wanted Chance. Arousal slashed through the air, igniting her own arousal for Chance. She had no control over the moisture gathering in her folds and dribbling down the inside of her thighs.

Smoke pulled his two fingers from Lindsey’s passage and shoved them into her back entrance. She screamed, unmoving. He removed his fingers and grabbed his cock with both hands. Olivia saw Lindsey’s legs shaking. If she hadn’t been over the rock, Olivia knew she would have folded to the ground.

“Stop it!” Olivia screamed. “Enough. You’re hurting her.”

Smoke’s head snapped up and he turned his face toward Olivia. “Are you willing to take her place?” He continued guiding his erection into Lindsey’s passage entrance and slowly slid its length into her, while staring at Olivia. He grabbed Lindsey’s shoulders and pulled her back into him at the same time he bucked into her. Lindsey gasped, her body trembling from his violation.

“She’s hurt. No more!” Olivia screamed again. She yanked at the binds around her wrists, dropping her weight and attempting to bend at the waist. The posts and ropes held her upright. “Stop. Now. Take. Me. Instead!”

He turned away from Olivia, but not before grinning at her like a madman. His hips bucked in rhythmic movements as he held Lindsey’s body tight against him. He bent over her back and bit her shoulder, so hard it bled. Lindsey screamed and bounced, but Smoke’s body kept her from rising off the boulder.

His thrusts increased, and his voice caught, “Too late.” His body stiffened and his hips jerked, and he croaked, “But you can be next.”

Just then four wolves entered. All of them hovered around Smoke, licking him. Then they jumped up, slathering over Lindsey’s backside. Smoke slid himself out of her, his semen dribbling down her thighs. The wolves lapped it up with rough greedy tongues, the scent of their stimulated arousal heavy in the air.

“Get back. You’ll get your turns.” Smoke shoved them away. They stepped back and it seemed they all remembered Olivia at the same time. They charged toward her.

“Don’t even think about touching her. She’s mine first.” Smoke left Lindsey bent over the boulder, and he stumbled to Olivia, his erection glazed with his semen and Lindsey’s moisture. Olivia couldn’t believe he was still aroused after two ejaculations, one after the other.

The four wolves shifted. Watching them, hearing bones cracking, and naked bodies emerging from fur, claws and paws, introduced another fear in Olivia of what would happen with Lindsey and her after Smoke finished. Four naked, aroused men stood behind Smoke, all staring at her with unconcealed hunger.

“God, Chance, if you’re there, I need you now…and bring back up.”

* * * *

Trevor heard Olivia’s communication. If he heard her, he hoped the rest of his pack heard her also. Trevor couldn’t believe she got anything telepathic out to them. No one Smoke captured had communication ability, either from his mind control or drugs. He always knew their next move, because for some reason whenever they get close Smoke could read everyone in Chance’s pack.

Maybe Olivia would share more. In the meantime, he’d keep his mind as clear as possible and stay on the pace of his search until he found the rogue’s lair. Trevor came across a couple deer carcasses ripped apart and mostly devoured, like the work of hungry wolves. He had a feeling he was getting close.

“Trevor, you there?”
Dir’s voice surprised him.

“I think I’m on to something and it isn’t where we thought.”
He couldn’t share much knowing he might be too close and overheard. Apparently the others didn’t realize his position and it might be compromised if they kept talking.

“Glad I brought the laptop, we’re almost at Olivia’s house,”
Jasmine said.

“No telling how long Chance will be out. We decided to leave without him—two damsels in distress need rescued,”
Jase said.

“Go silent. Now,”
Olivia broke in.
“Smoke hears you, but for some reason can’t hear me. He’s tripping out about moving. I suggest you make some conversation about giving up the search so he settles down and stops his anxiousness about leaving here, but know the consequence of staying here means five sexually hungry male wolves will be fighting over us.

“Lindsey’s alive, she’s been abused and probably emotionally scarred, but she appears alright physically. I was unconscious on the way here, so can’t help you with location, other than it is an abandoned mine, by the looks of it, a copper mine. We’re not on my property.

“Make that conversation fast so we’re not gone by the time you find their hideout. Tell Chance I love him.”

Trevor stopped, made a mental note of where he was, assuming Smoke picked up their pack-talk because he must be near the lair. If Trevor was in the vicinity, he would find it.

“I haven’t found anything. I’d say they already left and we’re too late. Let’s go back to the club-house and figure out what our next step will be,”
Trevor shot off to the pack, and chuckled, more determined than ever. That son-of-a-bitch abused Lindsey, and Smoke would pay with his life if Trevor had his way.

“Ten-four,”
Dir responded.

Trevor headed back toward Olivia’s house just in case any of the rogue’s pack would be checking.

* * * *

Chance heard Olivia’s plea for help. It unfolded inside his brain almost like one of his horrifying premonitions. His eyes whipped opened and he dragged in a deep breath like he’d been underwater for too long. He looked around his room at the club-house. His heart instantly heavy, emptiness breaking it open, pain he’d never experienced before he knew Olivia. He ripped back the blankets and climbed out of bed on shaky legs. Sharp ended spears drilled through the back of his eyes, inside his head a turbulent storm raged.

“Trevor, where’s everyone?”
Chance threw out a pack commute.

“Oh, thank God you’re alright,”
Olivia’s voice, like a hit of Heaven. It instantly sealed the void cracking open his heart. Before Chance responded, Olivia’s voice came back at him.
“No communicating. He’ll hear you, but he doesn’t hear me. He sent all of his wolves—four of them—on a mission, they must find you and make sure your pack left the area. Please high-tail it out if you’re close, otherwise he’s leaving.

“When you figure out his location, don’t pack-talk, that’s how he’s getting his information, through the pack. Chance, I love you. I know you’ll find us. Please, all of you stay safe.”

* * * *

Olivia sighed, a small unnoticed breath of relief, Chance was alright and Smoke was focused on something other than her, and then she realized why. He was relocating.

Smoke shouted out directives at his men, wanting things loaded into vehicles, including Olivia and Lindsey. She gathered none of the vehicles were on site when two men shifted and ran off for them. He sent the others on a mission looking for Chance’s pack, and Olivia hoped they were nowhere near them right then. The element of surprise would be the only way of taking down Smoke.

Lindsey moved away from the boulder that had been holding her up for the last twenty minutes. Olivia feared Lindsey had passed out. Her body melted on top of a pile of blankets, burying her head and body until the only thing visible were escaping wisps of Lindsey’s brilliant golden red hair. Smoke was out of sight, and Olivia assumed he went outside of the mine.

“Lindsey,” Olivia spoke soft, above a whisper, but low enough she didn’t want Smoke drawn back inside. Lindsey moved under the blankets, until her head appeared. She turned and looked at Olivia. “Lindsey, we
are
getting out of here. Trevor loves you.”

Lindsey chuckled, a hollow, raw rasp, and then said, “No one will love me after this. That bastard marked me.” She slumped back down and tossed a blanket over her body, leaving her naked bloody shoulder visible with the imprint of Smoke’s deformed bite. Olivia didn’t know what that would mean for Trevor, having Lindsey’s body marked by another Lycan.

Damn that monster.

Smoke stormed back inside, glaring at Olivia. “You’ve been communicating. My men saw your pack drive away from your house. I know that pack well enough they would never simply give up a search, especially when they were so close in finding our location.” His face dropped within an inch of Olivia’s, his hot moist breath suffocated her. “What have you to say for yourself?” He tugged on both chains, replacing the numbness in her clamped nipples with radiating pain.

A scream retched up Olivia’s throat. She squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed the next scream, choking back both pain and tears. Her hands curled and chafed against the bindings as she attempted swinging punches, but the bindings held her fast. He deserved physical pain in payment for what he’d done to Lindsey and so many other people and creatures.

His hand pressed against the back of her head, positioning her for his kiss. His tongue snaked between her lips. She clamped her teeth down hard. Jerked her head, biting, wanting his tongue bit right off for the mark he’d made on Lindsey. She tasted his blood, a lot of it, warm, metallic, and thick, leaking inside her mouth.

He jerked the chains so hard, she screamed, releasing his tongue in the process. Olivia thought he’d ripped her nipples off. Smoke instantly covered her mouth with his hand.

“Swallow, you little Bitch, and you’ll never be rid of me.”

Olivia couldn’t breath, drowning in the bastard’s blood. She gagged, choking, and he kept holding his hand over her mouth. His syrupy blood leached down her throat, until her muscles worked on their own accord. She swallowed. His laughter echoed around the room, sounding dark and ominous.

A moment later he punched the side of her head, ringing her ears and rattling her brain. She actually saw sparkles, but didn’t fade into unconsciousness.

“Now, tell me what you told them?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Who am I supposed to be talking to?” Olivia knew her pent-up hate of him must show on her face, but in her powerless state, naked-and-bound, it didn’t much matter. She knew he didn’t have Chance trussed up against a tree any longer, and if his attention was on her, it wasn’t on Lindsey.

“It’s time I teach you a lesson for being uncooperative.” Smoke left her for a few minutes and then walked up behind her. A moment later a piece of fabric covered her eyes, Smoke tied it behind her head. Olivia’s arms dropped at her sides, and then her wrists were tied in front of her. The tension holding her legs apart gave way, indicating the ropes around her ankles were cut. Her first urge was run, but the nipple clamps bit in.

“Wherever you are, hurry,”
she communicated a pack call, and at the same time succumbed, knowing if it wasn’t her with Smoke it would be Lindsey. She only hoped Chance and the others made it there in time.

Smoke led her by the chains and she followed quickly, keeping the pain at bay. She stumbled over something on the dirt floor. Olivia thanked the Divine Smoke let go of those debilitating chains before she fell. Her hands sunk into a mound of blankets. Smoke weaseled under her belly and yanked her hands out from under her and pulled her forward. He tied her wrists over her head, so her face lay against a stinking blanket, her breasts dangled, and her bottom rose higher with her hips on top of a blanket mound.

“I’m asking you once again what you told your pack. If you decide not to share, what happens next is of your own doing.”

Olivia said nothing, but attempted moving her body off the blankets with her knees. Smoke caught her knees, spread them apart and braced them with some kind of bracket that crossed behind her knees and pushed into the ground so she couldn’t move them. A needle pricked her bottom, and whatever was in the syringe, skipped through her body lightening fast, burning all the way.

“Chance, I’m losing myself, he injected me with something. He might get information from me. Four are outside, looking for you and rounding up vehicles from somewhere else. He’s here…”

Her body trembled, an inner shiver, a sensual dream-like state of being, stimulating all of her woman parts, leaving her in wanton need, in lust for Chance. Her nipples, so sensitive, tingled, shooting electric arcs into her center, and her core wept for attention, moisture drooling down the inside of her thighs. Her hips rocked against the blankets, her mind focused only on sexual satisfaction from Chance, lost from her past or future. Olivia’s entire body flamed in arousal and only sexual satisfaction would feed its need, an animal crazed with an uninhibited obsession.

* * * *

Lindsey heard Smoke with Olivia, but Lindsey only wanted to die in that moment, outweighing responsibility for her friend. Then Smoke came for her. He hauled her across the dirt and dropped her beside a writhing Olivia. Lindsey fought the urge of throwing herself over her friend, protecting her.

“She’s hurting for stimulation, and you know if she doesn’t get it she’ll go mad.” Smoke grinned. “Do you want your friend going crazy, forever? She’ll need more than I can give her, and the others are gone. It’s up to you. Save her.”

Lindsey knew Smoke must have shot Olivia up with the same shit he gave her the night before, and she knew he was right about needing stimulation. She remembered bits and pieces, like a dream, of Trevor all around her, suckling, tweaking, rubbing, pumping her wild for hours. It was all a blur except for the strength of her need, a raw uncontrollable need for satiation, and it only came with orgasm, lots of orgasms.

But, when the drug finally wore off, her body still sensitive from the sex she’d engaged in all night long, Lindsey realized none of it had been with Trevor. Smoke let her know how she satisfied all five men. The drug wasn’t a truth serum, so why in the hell did Smoke give it to Olivia?

Her cheeks wore the ghost tracks of moisture, tight and itchy against her skin. It was too late for her. Smoke marked her. Besides the damn bite on her back, he had sex with her. Trevor told her sexual intercourse marks a mate for life. Maybe Olivia could still be saved, even though Lindsey didn’t really understand what happened if a marked mate gets marked again by another. She had a feeling it was in Smoke’s game plan with Olivia from the first.