Page 46 of Total Carnage
“I know you’re thinking the same thing.” He sniffed me again and I steadied my paws.
“Yeah, I am now.”
“Ready?” he asked.
“When have I not been ready?” I said.
Vin mounted me and his thick cock pushed inside me. I howled. We both howled, two creatures of the woods doing what came naturally. As Vin and I continued our passionate encounter, the forest seemed to pulse around us, mirroring the intensity of our primal desire. The taste of each other filled ourmouths, the scent of earth and musk blending with the tang of sweat and excitement. Our bodies moved together effortlessly, each stroke pushing us deeper into the moment.
"You're so tight, Rave," Vin growled, driving himself deeper inside me. “Like you were made for me." His voice was raw with emotion, and his eyes burned with a heat that matched my own.
"You belong to me," I whispered raggedly between breaths. "Body and soul."
Vin's hips snapped forward in a sharp jerk, his cock hitting my sweet spot with punishing force. He groaned deeply, the sound echoing through the trees. "And you belong to me," he panted against my neck. Each thrust brought us closer to the edge, the rush of pleasure building with every motion.
Our pace quickened, the forest fading away as we lost ourselves in each other's touch. The cool air rushed over our bodies, carrying with it the sounds of our ragged breathing and soft moans. Sweat beaded on our skin, mingling with dirt and fur as we claimed what was ours in that moment—each other's bodies and hearts.
The world seemed to slow down as we reached our peak together. Our movements grew more frenzied, fur brushing against fur in a flurry of sensation. Time stopped completely as we surrendered to the animal within us; our human selves forgotten in the haze of desire and passion that consumed us both completely.
Finally, it was over too soon. With a cry that echoed through the trees, Vin released himself inside me with one final thrust that sent shockwaves coursing through both of us. We stood there for a moment, breathless and spent beneath the canopy of leaves overhead.
"I thought we'd never get outta these woods in one piece," Vin chuckled hoarsely as he nuzzled my neck affectionately before moving beside me.
“That was fucked up,” I said. “Can’t wait to do it again.”
Vin chuckled, the fur around his eye tightening as he winked. “Next time, I have a little surprise. Didn’t want to break you the first time.”
“Never, baby,” I said and froze. The wind shifted, slicing through the underbrush with a whisper that prickled the fur along my spine. A scent snagged on the breeze—a ghost from a life I'd left behind. I halted mid-stride, nostrils flaring, every fiber in me vibrating with recognition. It was him. My father.
"Raven?" Vin's voice intruded, his concern a low rumble in our silent communion.
"Father's scent," I snapped back, my wolf's voice taut with urgency. The sound of his name alone was enough to jolt my heart into a gallop. Gone were the lazy thoughts of freedom; this was personal. Vin didn't ask questions; he never did. With a nod that barely rippled his grey fur, he fell in line behind me, his presence a steady force at my back. We plunged deeper into the woods, our pace unrelenting, driven by the need to uncover why my past had suddenly invaded our present.
Tracking the scent became an obsession, each new gust pulling us closer to answers I wasn't sure I wanted. But hell, the die was cast, and we were all in—no turning back, no second-guessing. That's how we rolled—full throttle or not at all. As we wove through the dense foliage, our movements mirrored each other—silent, lethal, attuned to the slightest shift in the air. There was no need for words when your souls were entwined as deeply as ours. His shadow danced with mine, a dark ballet choreographed by instinct and trust.
"Careful," I thought, feeling the tension coil within Vin. He was protective, always had been, but this was my fight, my past. He understood that, respected it even.
"Always," he replied, the edge of his mind razor-sharp against mine.
We pushed forward, the scent growing stronger and thicker until it hung around us like a tangible shroud. Each breath I drew was laced with memories—cold marble floors, whispered political schemes, and the suffocating weight of expectations. I'd traded those for leather and steel, for the roar of engines and the embrace of the night. And yet here I was, chasing ghosts through the forest, with Vin at my side—my ally in chaos, my partner in the dance of danger.
"Whatever comes," I vowed silently, "we face it together."
"Until the end," he agreed, his conviction a silent roar that echoed through the woods.
The trees thinned out, and there it was—a cabin along the river, as if the forest had coughed it up. It sat there, hunkered down among ancient pines like a secret too dark to tell.
"Shit," I muttered under my breath, my wolf eyes catching the glint of metal. Men moved like shadows around the cabin, their bodies tense, rifles cradled like lover's limbs. This wasn't some weekend getaway—it was a fortress, hidden away from prying eyes, stashed here in nature's blind spot. Vin’s presence at my side was a silent storm. We both knew the drill—observe, assess, plan. But this? This was off-the-charts messed up. My father's scent had led us here. What game was he playing at?
We paused, our four-legged forms crouched in the brush, silver moonlight filtering through the canopy above. Vin's ears twitched toward me, waiting for that unspoken signal we'd come to rely on—a subtle shift in stance, a quiet growl barely escaping my throat.
"Looks like Daddy dearest has made some dangerous friends," I thought, knowing Vin would catch every nuance of my concern without a single spoken word. His low snarl was agreement enough.
"More than friends looks like an army," Vin countered silently, his gaze sweeping over the armed guards with tactical precision. "We go in now, we're dog chow."
"Then we don't go in—not yet." My response was a growl laced with frustration. To barrel forward was suicide, but to retreat felt like cowardice.
"Back to two legs, then, make a plan?" he suggested, the idea already forming in my mind before he finished the thought.
