Wolf's Obsession (9 page)

"No, it is over, brother." Storm said through gritted teeth. "You better hope all
is well with your mate, else I swear, I'll kick your pathetic ass!"

"Asshole!"

"Can we stop bickering amongst ourselves gentlemen?" Ronnie demanded. “We need to
save Thorne's mate!"

Storm paired up with Natalie, Jay, and Donovan, while Thorne, Hawk, and Ronnie teamed
up. Donovan and Natalie provided Storm with cliff notes version of Thorne and Melanie's
situation, while Thorne filled his crew in on his personal life.

"Thorne, what is wrong with you?" Ronnie asked. "You go and find someone to be happy
with, and you wind up breaking her heart." Ronnie chastised.

"I was shocked, that's all. I love Melanie, loved her from the first time I laid
eyes on her." Thorne defended himself. "I swear, I don't know what I'd do if she
never spoke to me again."

"Discovering her true origins shouldn't have mattered to you," Hawk said. "Love
conquers all. The Great Spirit crossed our clans long ago, when our ancestors first
saw the iron birds in the sky, well before our sacred clan began to dwindle.” Hawk
explained.

"I was thinking of our clan." Thorne said, hanging his head in shame.

"The Great Spirit showed us the path centuries ago Thorne. Our clan doesn't go for
discriminating. Our people have diminished greatly over the centuries. Have you
ever thought that mixing with Melanie could produce an entirely different, and stronger
race of wendigos? Things happen for a reason. Our line wouldn't completely die out.
Will you ever learn, foolish young pup?" Hawk asked, before giving into complete
silence, despite Thorne's rebuttal.

"Hawk has spoken his peace. Thorne, save your breath," Ronnie said. "You'll never
get him to talk now, he's really pissed at you man."

"Yeah, a lot of that seems to be going around tonight," Thorne said in an agitated
manner.

* * * * * *

Melanie continued to run wild, as fast as her legs would carry her. Freedom called
to her, and the pull of the full moon required her to embrace her wolf form. The
vampire within was buried beneath the strong genes of the intergalactic Edolonian
wolf tribe. Warm breeze tickled her nose and skimmed her fur as she found a small
hill in which to comfortably perch herself.

Gazing at the stars and the full moon, Melanie threw her head back and howled to
the universe, questioning, remembering the stories her mother told her of their
long lost planet, Edolonia. A part of her wished the planet still existed, perhaps
she would have found someone like her, and she wouldn't have to worry with whether
or not they accepted her.

Unknowingly, Melanie traveled too far from the safety of the clan neighborhood.
Danger lurked within the trees, and it was far too late when she felt several sharp,
stabbing pains in her sides. Rising to all fours, Melanie tried to dash away to
safety, only to fall to the ground as the tranquilizers took their effect. Unable
to move and breathing heavily, Melanie's eyes gravitated to Raphael and a man she
didn't recognize. A small plea in the form of a whimper escaped her lips as blackness
invaded her mind.

"You see, vampire? I told you this little beauty would track the hybrid, without
a problem. Now, let's get out of here. I'm sure her mate is within close proximity."
Kyle said. Two large vampires lifted Melanie's body up and into the back of a large
SUV.

"I'm impressed Kyle," Raphael hissed. "I can't believe I have Thorne's whore in
my presence. Playtime, sweet dancer, it’s time I taught your ass some manners baby."

"Just remember vampire, don't mark her up too badly. I want to kill her in her wolf
form; her fur is beautiful and will fetch a hefty price on the market." Kyle grinned
after he and Raphael climbed into the truck.

"Will she wake up anytime soon?" Raphael asked.

"No, I shot her up with enough tranquilizers to knock out two bulls. She'll come
to in the morning, and will shift back into her human form tonight, the form you
desire the most," Kyle grinned, looking into the back of the SUV. "Mind if I watch
or have a turn with her? She's fucking gorgeous! It’s a damn shame what we have
to do to her."

Melanie had shifted quickly into her human form, right beneath their noses. Kyle
turned on dim lights, that softly shone on Melanie's rich ebony skin, and her shapely
silhouette gave both men raging hard-ons as their devious minds conjured up most
explicit ways of doing shameless acts to Melanie.

"I could take her right here, but I think it best we take her back to my place."
Kyle said, the woman's view leaving him breathless. "I'll give you the rest of your
money when we get there," Kyle said. "Well done vampire, well done!"

* * * * * *

Melanie awoke, her whole body feeling as though it were made of lead. Raising slowly,
she decided none of the hangovers she experienced in the past topped this one. She
lay on soft fur, and quickly noticed both legs were shackled, and the chains attached
to steel bars.

Sheer terror struck her as she realized she was bare ass naked. Her heart lurched
as she listened to the mannish talk of men outside the cell. Her keen ears picked
up on what they would do to her when they entered her cell, hence the reason why
she lay on the soft fur, naked as a jaybird. Quickly, she covered her body, her
mind remembering the painful incident at her parents' house, her heart sinking further
as she remembered Thorne’s reaction to her heritage.

"Well, well, well, sleeping beauty has awakened," A dark, menacing, familiar voice
shot through her like needles through a pincushion. She recognized the man's voice
well enough, even though she wished she hadn’t. Raphael, the vampire who threatened
to tear her apart from the inside out, now it would seem as though he would have
his chance to do just that.

“Melanie sat up, trying to conceal the fear in her eyes. Raphael smelled and cherished
it, just as he would cherish turning the beautiful dancer inside out with all the
sinful, delectable forms of sexual punishment he had planned for her.

“Aw, my dear, were art thou mate?” Raphael snickered, his eyes glowing venomously
as he spoke to her through the bars of the cell.

Melanie averted her gaze, trying to think of a swift comeback, but she had none.

“What’s the matter, did he desert you, after discovering your hybrid blood? Tisk,
tisk,” Raphael teased, slightly sticking out his bottom lip in a pouty manner. “Don’t
worry, Raphael will pick up the pieces,” he grinned. This actually could be fun,
he decided. His cock grew at the thought of spending time alone with the beautiful
hybrid, fucking her senseless, and tasting her sweet blood, something he’d been
wanting to do the moment he laid eyes on her in the club. Perhaps, if he could override
her wolf side, he could access her vampire half…he would have the upper hand. Maybe
he could claim her as a mate after all. Kyle had shot her up with enough tranquilizers
so she would be unable to shift into wolf form, making things much easier for Raphael.
Suddenly, greed enveloped him, more so now than ever. He wouldn’t share her with
Kyle, after all. For some strange reason, he developed a protective nature to the
hybrid dancer. She should be his, and his alone, Raphael decided.

Raphael dug a key out of his black leather pants, and squatted so he was almost
eye level to Melanie. He cocked his head to the side and licked his lips. “You see
doll, this is the reason why you shouldn’t have shot me down the way you did in
Club Ravenous the other night. I wanted you as my mate, and you just slapped me
in the face.” Raphael said through gritted teeth. He didn’t deal with rejection
well.

“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” Raphael asked, his face reverting
to a serious state. Melanie kept her gaze away from him, remaining curled in a fetal
position, hoping Raphael would keep his distance. She knew she didn’t have the strength
to fight him off, and sent a silent prayer towards the heavens for him to kill her
swiftly. The same effect Raphael held on her in Club Ravenous reared it’s ugly head
now, sending a delightful tingling sensation that melted her core, causing her slit
to cream. The moisture increased when Raphael called her name several times.

“Melanie!” Raphael called, snapping his fingers in the air in an effort to grab
the sensual beauty's attention. God, she looked good, her hair was a mess, but damn,
she looked so fucking good. Raphael studied the creature with an intense gaze, and
rose to his feet, slipping the key into the lock with ease. Scared, Melanie quickly
turned to look at the venomous fiend, the maniac who sought to claim her for himself.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but we have unfinished business, you and I.” he said calmly,
as he strolled into the cage, squatting before Melanie, who tried turning her head
away from him until he grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes.

“Don’t Melanie,” Raphael demanded huskily, gently stroking her chin with his thumb.
She was so sweet, and she should have been his. Pre-cum oozed from his cock, as
the thick organ strained relentlessly against black leather pants. He just had to
feel how tight and wet the hybrid bitch was, then, he’d slowly slide his cock deep
inside her hot velvet pussy, then her ass, eventually riding her to completion,
making her scream out in pained pleasure.

“What do you want with me?” Melanie asked, struggling to swallow because of the
lump that suddenly developed in her throat. She tried moving back towards the wall,
but couldn’t, because Raphael simply eased himself closer to his prize.

“You know what I want beautiful,” Raphael grinned. The man was extremely handsome,
black shoulder length hair framed his strong, chiseled features. Bright reddish
highlights adorned his ebony locks, and the red mesh shirt left nothing to the imagination,
Melanie noticed. His chest was slightly hairy, and she took in the well-defined
pectoral muscles, giving way to tight, washboard abdominals. Witnessing his finest
attributes immediate sucked the breath from her, causing shame to wash over her
like a tidal wave. The inviting bulge straining against the leather pants made her
slit weep more now than usual.

“Let me go, please.” Melanie asked, almost begging, as she finally peered into Raphael’s
dark, hypnotic eyes. “I want to go home, and I can’t stand being cooped up like
this Raphael. I promise, I won’t tell Thorne a thing.”

“I like it when you beg, you’ll be doing more of the same when I’m thrusting deep
inside you, and I don’t give a shit if Thorne knows I have you. When he finds out,
you’ll be mine anyway. Why do you even want to be with him la petit? Why do you
cling to the louve “wolf” side of you?”

“Please, go away and leave me alone,” Melanie begged, fighting her body’s betrayal.
If she weren’t careful, she’d do something she’d regret. Then again, what did it
matter, Thorne sure as hell didn’t want anything to do with her. She was an abomination
in his eyes, that is why he rejected her. If he truly loved her, he wouldn’t have
thought twice about accepting her for whom she was. Damn him, she had feelings too,
and she was about to act upon them.

Melanie looked into the inky black depths of Raphael’s eyes, becoming lost within
them. Suddenly, she wanted to be lost, wanted to succumb to the lustful hold Raphael
held on her.

“So, what will it be, chere?” Raphael asked huskily, as he licked his lips, imagining
his tongue lapping the sweet nectar of Melanie’s pussy. He could smell the strong
scent of her, enticing his nostrils, making his mouth salivate.

“You want me, no?” Raphael groaned, as the thought of her rejecting him again slipped
quietly into his mind. Oh, he wouldn’t stand for it, not this time. She was in chains,
bare ass naked, he’d take her by force if he had to.

“Yes Raphael.” Melanie gulped, knowing he heard her swallow. Her heart thumped hard
against her ribcage and her breathing labored as Raphael closed the gap between
their bodies. Her head pounded, and her limbs grew heavy, as she willingly spread
her legs when Raphael’s hand crept towards her heated center. Her pink clitoris
stood erect as it jutted out proudly past her thick, clean shaven pussy lips, drenched
in her juices.

“Ummm, you smell so sweet, chere. You must allow me to taste you, to savor your
sweet juices,” Raphael growled, no longer holding his composure. Raphael dipped
his fingers in Melanie’s pussy, making her moan with want, causing her nipples to
swell. Slowly, he teased her clit, gently applying pressure as she arched her back,
throwing her head back while he gazed at her like a sex-starved maniac.

“If this is the kind of reaction I receive from simply touching you, what will I
get when I go down on you, hmmm?” Raphael asked, tucking the key in his pocket.
Melanie couldn’t help but to notice his bulge straining against his leather pants,
and she wandered how wide he would stretch her with his cock. “What do you want
from me?” Raphael asked. “What will you have me do to you?”

"Anything you want,” Melanie whispered, beckoning him to devour her.

"Will that sweet pussy belong to me, and only me?” Raphael asked.

Complete silence hung heavy in the air as Raphael’s gaze intensified.

“I said, will that delicious pussy belong to me, and only me Melanie?” he asked
her again.

"Again, there was silence.

"Just as I fucking thought!” he hissed. “You still want Thorne, you…fuck, why the
fuck did I even consider making you my mate. I should just fuck the shit out of
you and hand you over to the hunter.” With that threat, Melanie quickly rolled to
her side, turning her back against him, praying he’d grow tired of her, leaving
her alone. She tried pulling the fur around her body, but Raphael roughly pulled
it from her grasp.

“Well, first I shall taste these sweet nether lips of yours,” he breathed, as he
rolled Melanie onto her back. Melanie protested, but stopped briefly as Raphael
slowly parted her legs with very little effort. Raphael held her gaze as he ran
his hands from her ankles to her knees, and down the insides of her inner thighs,
until he reached the area coated in the sweet stickiness of her juices. Raphael
loomed over her knees, deeply inhaling her fragrant musky scent.