Page 10 of Ruining Red
The beast prowls inside my mind like the wild animal he is, caged with nowhere to go.He beats at my insides, howling, snarling, raging, desperate to taste Teagan’s pussy, which, by the scent rolling off of her, is already wet with slick.Running my hands over the front of my shirt, I take my time as I peel it off of my body.
Frigid air licks at my bare skin, soothing the heat rising from me.Next, I remove my pants, standing there naked as I watch my poor little sacrifice squirming about against the rough-hewn pole they tied her to.Even now, she shivers, yet not nearly as much as someone facing the elements with only a thin dress to protect them.
The warmth from her heat is the only thing keeping her from shaking so hard her bones threaten to break.Soon, it will be my skin and fur keeping her protected.At the very thought of curling around her in wolf form, the beast claws at my insides, desperate to take our mate and protect her.
Mate.Omega.The words pound in my brain, scattering all logical thought for a moment.Once I take this delightful little morsel, there will be no more need for sacrifices.I will no longer have to roam the woods alone, desperate, staying in human form as I fuck whoever I can to scratch the need that hovers just under the surface.
I’ll be able to finally knot someone, experiencing every facet of sex with a woman who can take me.All of me.It’s enough to make my heart nearly skip a beat.Though not sentimental in any regard, there is a gratitude that rushes through me, softening my feelings toward her.
But then, the wind shifts, carrying her scent further into my nose.Everything blurs, driving me down onto all fours.For a moment, I lose control, allowing my arms and legs to shift.Snarls drip from my lips as fangs protrude, punching through my gums.
Prowling forward, I stop myself, struggling as I watch her writhing.No doubt, she’s caught my scent as well.Even now, her nose tips into the air, the delicate muscles quivering, setting her body to trembling.
I long to go to her, to scoop her into my arms, but that’s not how this game is played.Every generation, we go through this song and dance.They expect ferocity, terror, and devouring.Granted, never once have I given them the satisfaction of watching what I do with them once they’re in my grasp.
Those perverted monsters would love nothing more than to see me rut the girls, their beautiful bodies gleaming in the moonlight.Teagan, however, is different.It will take all my wits to not drag her down into the snow and claim her then and there.But then, it would shatter the illusion.
What keeps the villagers happy, what prevents them from committing violence, is thinking that I’m going to kill the sacrifice.I have to allow them to think I’m dragging this poor girl to her end.Rutting her like the beast demands is counterintuitive.
Not that I plan on taking anyone else after tonight.Now that my soul knows she’s the one, there is no longer a need to find new girls.Tonight marks the last night of my hunt.
Well… last night hunting a stranger.Once this little morsel bears my mark, there’s no stopping the things I’ll do to her.The wolf howls in agreement, the sound nearly slipping through my lips to alert the others of my presence.
As if the feral sound calls to her very soul, Teagan looks over at me, her eyes glazed, unfocused.I know she cannot see me, but that gaze pierces me to the core.Her lips part, a cry drifting out onto the air.
It calls to me, demanding the wolf take his satisfaction.Closing my eyes, I allow him to take over.Transforming, in and of itself, is not painful.What hurts the most is knowing I’ll eventually have to rein him back in.
Once out, the wolf never wants to be confined back to the prison of my mind.Glancing up, we both watch as the clouds part, revealing a full moon.It’s by sheer luck and superstition that these villagers plan these sacrifices for when my wolf can come out and play.
When the moon’s fullness is over, clarity is the ruler of us both.Granted, I can still shift, but it’s not an ever-pressing need.Not like tonight.Though, with the delectable way Teagan smells, no moon, full or new, would keep my savage half at bay.
My thoughts drift on the ether, transforming along with my body.Soon, I’ll no longer think as a man.The wolf will be in full control.Even now, I feel my words slipping, failing me as I keep my gaze trained upon my mate.
Grunts and snarls fill my mind, transplanting phrases and morphing them into something far more guttural.Mine.That one word echoes as I pad over, keeping close to the tree line.
I’m not ready for the villagers to see me.Not yet.The first few minutes of transformation are always disorienting.I’m at my weakest and cannot allow myself to be put in harm's way.Even though I doubt they’ll attack me, every generation is different.
And so, I pace about, watching, waiting, and calculating.No one seems to have any weapons on hand, and there’s no way they can take me in wolf form.Shaking my body, I ruffle my fur, tipping my nose in the air once more.
As the wolf, her scent is even stronger to me.It calls to me, beckoning me to taste her, tease her, bite her.However, what’s even stronger than the slick gathering at her thighs is the stench of fear.
It surrounds her, engulfing her body like a cloud.Out of all the other sacrifices I can remember, she’s the most terrified.Fury races through my brain like fire, touching every nerve, setting them ablaze.Snarling, I hunch low to the ground, desperately trying to keep my tentative hold on the beast.
Her fear is what keeps me tethered instead of allowing the beast his full reign.She shouldn’t be shaking in abject terror.Instead, she should be trembling from the passion I bestow on her.
I look closer at the crowd around her.Their words, once muffled by the snow and distance, slam into my brain as if they’re screaming it.Every accusation cuts my little omega to the core, bringing fresh tears to her eyes.
In their mind, it’s her fault they’re out here, pants down around their hips as they slide their cocks across their palms.Not once do they take into consideration their own depravity as they verbally assault her.These men are not shifters, not Alphas like me.
Her scent shouldn’t have nearly as strong an effect on them as it does on me.And yet, here I am, mentally caught between beast and man.Still, I can control myself, contain my urges.These humans have no excuse.
Rage infuses my limbs causing me to shake.With each stroke of their cocks, Teagan becomes more agitated, more fearful.This isn’t how I want her, not terrified.If there is to be a bite of apprehension wafting from her body, it will be because of me and the delicious things I plan to do to her.
Then and there, I plot how I’m going to take her.The beast loves the taste of her fear in the air, the bite it gives to her spicy scent.The others don’t deserve her and will never have anything more than they’ve already taken by force.
Snarling, I hug the forest, keeping myself in the shadows.The wolf growls in my mind, our will in agreement.The desire for blood drips through my veins, until for a moment, that’s all I can see.
A swath of red covers the scene, painting everything in a ghastly hue.Smiling inside myself, I continue to creep closer, keeping myself hidden until I’m standing behind the villagers.Smug satisfaction rolls off of the matriarch as she watches the affair, not at all content with putting a stop to their deviant actions.
