TwistedRevenge (9 page)

As soon as he took off, she crouched behind the tree and
waited, trying desperately not to panic as the seconds turned into minutes. Her
legs were shaking, partly from the overwhelming fear that something had
happened to him and partly from the gaping wound on her chest.

Rowan heard the pounding of feet against the worn path. She
squeezed her eyes shut, saying a silent prayer that it would be Luc and not a
pack of wolves coming to tear her apart. “Red, come on. Let’s go.”

When she heard his voice, she finally had the courage to
open her eyes again. “Did it work? Are we safe?”

Luc snorted. “We won’t be safe until Ulric is dead, but they
will follow the trail I left. I left them a trail of your blood leading to the
river and then cleaned off my hands on a pile of dead leaves and sent them down
the stream. They will follow it for miles before they realize it. Their
instincts won’t let them leave a trail of fresh blood.”

“So we’ve got some time?”

He nodded and held out his hand. This time she took it
without hesitation and followed him down the path. As soon as they rounded a
large bend in the path, Luc pulled her off the trail and led her a little
farther into forest. “All right, let me see it.”

“See it?” Rowan knew he meant her wound but suddenly she
wasn’t all too keen to know just how he was going to fix it. “I… I think it’s
fine now.”

“Red, it isn’t fine and you can get an infection.”

“I thought you said real-world problems didn’t exist here?”
She was grasping at straws now but the thought of him stitching her up without
any anesthesia was enough to make her stomach churn.

“You’re not getting out of this, so let me see it.” He
reached out before she could stop him and brushed her hair behind her shoulders
and knelt down to get a better view of the wound. “There’s a lot of blood but
the cut is actually very clean. I know it doesn’t feel good but it’s not as
deep as I thought.”

“Oh good, let’s keep going then.” She’d say anything to get
out of being stitched up in the wilderness like Frankenstein’s monster.

“Not so fast.” He reached over and grabbed some sap from a
nearby pine tree.

Rowan stepped back. “Um, you aren’t putting that stuff on
me.”

“Yes, I am. Sap stops bleeding and helps heal wounds. It’s
antifungal and antibacterial. Not to mention the fact that we aren’t in your
world anymore. Unlike your pine trees on the other side of the Arch, this sap
will harden in a matter of minutes and when you peel it off, your wound will be
sealed and I won’t have to worry about you getting some nasty infection.”

There was no arguing with the determination in his eyes. She
nodded and groaned when he applied the sap. It burned slightly but quickly
turned to a tingling sensation. She smiled at him. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Is it helping at all?”

She nodded. “The pain is gone. I don’t feel like fire is
ripping through my chest anymore. I think I’m good to go.”

“Not so fast, we’re going to lay low here for a little bit.”

“Why?”

“For one thing, although this land is flowing with magic and
you are feeling better, you were still injured. So you are going to take some
downtime to relax. You’ve had a busy day today. And two,” he licked his lips as
stood up, “I do believe we were starting something back there that needs to be
finished.”

Luc’s mouth claimed hers. His tongue thrust in and out of
her mouth and all she could do was whimper with need. He gripped the hair at
the nape of her neck, drawing her closer. His mouth was forceful in a way that
made her squeeze her thighs together. She could imagine his tongue lapping at
her dripping pussy again and the image had her core tightening. His other hand
trailed down her side. Rocking her hips against his, Rowan moaned. She could
feel his erection through his clothes. Every inch of her said yes while her
mind said no.

As if he could feel her tense, he pulled back. “What is it?”

“Why didn’t you tell me the truth from the beginning?”

“You think I should have told you that I was a wolf and the
son of the maniac trying to kill you?”

She chewed her bottom lip. Hearing it said aloud, she
realized that at the beginning, she wouldn’t have believed him and even if she
had, she would have never trusted him. Their short time together since leaving St.
Louis had built a trust between them that she needed to cling to. Somehow Theron
had been able to convince her otherwise but deep down, at this moment, she knew
the truth. Luc would protect her. He had saved her from his father. This was
the man she could trust, not Theron, not Phillip, only Luc.

She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him. Her lips pressed
against his as she gripped the back of his head. He was the only man to make
her feel this way. She was free with him. He’d done things to her no man had
ever done.

There was no more holding back. Rowan’s hands moved down to
his hips, gripping his leather pants and unlacing them. Her breath hitched and
her stomach fluttered with anticipation. She wanted him, there was no denying
it and from the way his cock strained against his pants, he wanted her as well.
“If I’m going to be killed by angry wolves today, then make this moment worth
it, please.”

It was a simple request but Luc’s body stiffened. He pulled
back and narrowed his eyes. “I will not let you die today or any other day.”

She smiled and licked her lips. His words made her head
spin. She’d never had someone say anything half as passionate to her in her
whole life. Without hesitation, she finished unlacing the strings and slid her
hand into his pants. Her petite hand curled around his long, hard shaft as he
slowly rocked his hips. His hands gripped the waistband of her pants. His
fingers expertly untied the leather laces and tugged them down. She wiggled her
hips for him, letting the last of her clothes fall to the ground. His large,
rough hand cupped her sex. She looked at him through hooded eyes and rocked
against his hand. With a growl that sent a shiver down her spine, his thick
fingers cleaved her slick folds. Rowan moaned and bucked her hips. His touch
sent shivers through her entire body. Her eyes widened as he slid his finger
deep inside her and curled it in just the right spot to make her cry out.

She rubbed the pad of one finger over the tip of his cock. Moisture
beaded at the slit. Rowan’s mouth watered. There was no denying how badly she
wanted to drop to her knees and take his throbbing shaft into her mouth but the
way his fingers claimed her made her unable to move. Every thrust inside her
core was met with the buck of his hips, gliding his dick through her hands. He
dipped his head down. Sharp fangs grazed over the swell of her breast. “Oh God,
what was that?”

Luc looked up and smiled, showing off two perfectly
elongated canine teeth. Her eyes widened but he only shrugged. “What can I say,
you excite me.”

She blushed. Never before had she found fangs to be an attractive
trait but the way Luc looked at her with a devilish grin on his face, she was
sure she’d never seen anything sexier. His mouth was on hers again. This time
she could feel his fangs. It was unnerving and exciting at the same time. She
flicked her tongue over one of them and Luc shivered. Her eyes got even wider. “Did
that feel good?”

“Oh yes.”

She ran her tongue over the tip of his fang and watched his
eyes roll back in his head. This time when she went to kiss him, he snagged her
bottom lip, his fingers wiggled inside her, coaxing her legs to open more.
Rowan gasped. “More, Luc.” She slid her hand lower and cupped his heavy balls,
letting her nails rake over his sensitive skin. He shuddered as his cock
pulsed.

He pulled back and grinned. “Enough foreplay, Red.”

His hands gripped her hips, lifting her up. Out of instinct,
she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her a few feet until she felt
the bark of a tree bite into her back as his mouth crushed hers. She could do
nothing more than moan. His hand moved between them. Her eyes flew open when
she felt the tip of his swollen cock glide through her wet folds. Heat pooled
at her core as her pussy throbbed for him. He caught her lower lip with one of
his sharp teeth as she whimpered in a mix of pleasure and pain. With one hard
thrust, he filled her completely. His hands left her hips and traveled up her
side and then pulled her arms over her head. He encircled her tiny wrists with
his thick fingers and kept the movement of his hips slow and steady. Her body
quivered as her tight walls stretched to accommodate his size. She couldn’t
help but smile every time he would grunt as her walls clenched his throbbing
cock.

Her hands itched to touch him, to run her fingers through
his hair but he refused to let go. His slow pace was pure agony but she also
had a feeling he was holding back, trying to be gentle. “More. Don’t hold back,
please.” She moved her mouth to his ear and flicked her tongue over his lobe.

Without warning, his movements got faster, harder, deeper.
The sound of their naked flesh slapping together filled the air as every hard
thrust had her crying out. She didn’t care that they were exposed, that anyone
could see them. All she wanted was him. Luc finally released her hands and
gripped her hips, pistoning in and out, driving his thick cock deeper and
harder. Every whimper and moan from Rowan seemed to encourage him more. She was
certain she would have bruises when he was done but the way his shaft stretched
her clenched pussy made it all worth it, even if the wolves did manage to kill
her later. Right now, she was his and he was making it worth it, every thrust,
the scent of sex in the air, the pain, the pleasure—it was all worth it.

The tip of his cock hit a spot that made her back arch. He
grinned and worked that one perfect sweet spot over and over again. Her breath caught.
She could feel the pleasure building. She sank her nails into his shoulders as
his cock pulsed. Tears stung her eyes. Rowan was certain he had somehow managed
to grow bigger just by fucking her. She could feel every ridge of his cock
inside her as her slick walls clenched and throbbed around him. If the orgasm
wasn’t mind blowing enough, the feel of him losing his self-control drove her
even farther over the edge. Her quivering pussy clenched and milked his cock. She
could feel his entire body go rigid, his muscles straining. Finally, he crashed
over the edge with her. His cock pulsed and thick ribbons of his hot seed
filled her as his hips still pistoned hard and deep.

Panting and breathless, she slumped forward against him. “That
was…” She couldn’t find the words she wanted to say. Everything in her
vocabulary seemed inadequate.

He grinned, apparently knowing full well she couldn’t think
straight. Pushing her hair out of her eyes, he leaned in and kissed her softly.
“Shush, save your energy. You look like you might pass out.”

Rowan smiled and nodded her head.

The forest was quiet. Even so, Rowan could see the beauty.
The green valleys and blazing mountains made any national forest she’d visited
pale in comparison. The creatures and monsters were fantastic and frightening
at the same time. She would have never known any of this existed if it hadn’t
been for Luc. His grip on her hand tightened as he pulled her through the
narrow path that cut through a dense part of the forest. She could feel her
cheeks warm every time he looked over at her. She was exhausted from what had
happened at the crossroads but unlike normal people, they had no time to bask in
the afterglow. Everything was accelerated with them and rightfully so, except that
a part of her wanted to be able to have the time. Time to explore him, explore
what they might be able to be to each other. Now their time seemed to be
slipping away. The odds of her winning in a fight against Ulric weren’t in her
favor. She worried her bottom lip. “Luc, if I lose what will happen?”

“You won’t lose.”

“But what if I do? We can’t keep pretending I’m this great
hero. I’m just a girl who doesn’t have a damn clue what I’m supposed to do.”

Luc stopped and turned slowly toward her. “You will not
fail. I won’t let you fail.”

“But—”

“No buts, this is what you were born to do.”

“I don’t think I believe that. I mean how can someone be
born to do something?”

He chuckled. “You can’t think rationally here. The rules of
your world don’t apply and for the record, St. Louis isn’t your world. You are
one of us. You were born on this side of the Arch. You are what some would call
‘a fairytale creature’ yourself. There is more to you than meets the eye. When
I say you were born for this, it is because on the day you were born, the fates
and your fairy godmother looked down and said ‘this girl is destined for great
things’ and in that moment they blessed you with gifts. Those gifts will help
you fulfill your destiny.”

“You make me sound like Luke Skywalker. Are you saying I’m a
Jedi?”

She gave him a playful wink but he shook his head. “I’m
saying you will not fail.”

She wrung her hands, nervous and fighting to keep from
biting her nails. “I don’t understand how you can have so much faith in me when
I don’t have any in myself.”

He stepped closer, took her hands in his and looked down at
her. He smiled. “Trust me. I haven’t failed you this far. Just do as I say and
all will be fine.”

“Will I get hurt?”

He looked down and then looked away. “I can’t promise it won’t
hurt. Chances are it will, but you have to push through the pain.”

“I don’t like pain.”

“I know but it will be worth it in the end.”

“Will it? How do you know that? If Ulric dies, what happens
to his pack, your pack?”

“
When
,” he stressed the word. “When Ulric dies, his
heir will become head of the pack.” He held up his hand to silence her. “Yes, I
am Ulric’s heir. I will take over in my father’s position. No, I will not go
crazy. I don’t have the same hang-ups as my father. I am not bloodthirsty. I
hold no grudge against your family.”

Her brows drew together in a tight line. “Why don’t you?
Your father hates us so much, why don’t you?”

He shrugged. “I guess I see the world differently than he does.
He was mad long before your great-great-grandma cursed him. He was always cruel
and vicious. When he turned into a wolf, the transformation fit his personality
and I think it drove him more insane. He didn’t like to see the monster he was
on the outside because he knew he looked the same on the inside. His wolf is
very different from the rest of the pack. We take on a typical, albeit very
large, regular wolf.” He paused as if trying to figure out how to describe it. “My
father takes on the form of a wolf but it’s more monster-like. He can walk on
his hind legs and his features are over-exaggerated. It truly is frightening.
But there is one more thing…”

Rowan’s eyes widened. “What?”

“He can change forms.” He held up his hand for her to let
him finish. “Not only between man and beast but he can mimic other people’s
appearances too, though they are slightly exaggerated, like his wolf. But from
a distance or to someone who was unfamiliar with his abilities, they wouldn’t
know anything was off until it was too late.”

She gasped. “Are you fucking serious?” Luc nodded and
watched as it all sank in. “So you are telling me I have to watch out for him
being a crazy man, a monstrous wolf, or he could come at me looking like just
about anyone? That’s not fair, how am I supposed to deal with all of this?”

“You’ve got me. That is how you deal with it. I can see my
father no matter what disguise he wears.”

She let out a long sigh and slumped against a tree. Her tone
was laced with sarcasm, “This is fantastic.”

“It’s not as bad as it sounds, really. You’ll get through
this.”

“Can’t we stay here in the woods a little bit longer and
pretend none of this has to happen?”

Luc’s eyes flashed with mischief. “And what would we do to
pass the time?”

Rowan laughed and worried her bottom lip. “I’m sure we can
think of something. I just—”

“What? You want another roll in the hay?”

She looked down at her feet. “I guess I’m just afraid I won’t
win and in that case I would like to know that my last day was a great one.”

Luc cupped her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “Today
was fantastic and you will win but nothing says we have to rush into it. If you
want, we can stay here for a bit. I can do my best to give you some better
memories to fill this day with so when you look back at it, the day is not only
about bloodshed.”

Her cheeks warmed again as she nodded. “I’d like that. If
you think we can spare the time.”

“Red, I’d forgo eating for a week if it meant spending more
time listening to you moan.” His thumb brushed over her bottom lip. “You have
no idea what you do to me.”

Her tongue darted out to lick the spot his thumb had
touched. Heat was already coursing through her body. “What do I do to you?”

He grinned and took her hand, guiding it down to his pants
and placed her palm against his already hard cock. “You make me ache. Every
second I am near you I’m consumed by this overwhelming urge to rip all your
clothes off and take you in every position imaginable.” An evil glint filled
his eyes. “Trust me, some of those positions would make you turn an even
brighter shade of red.”

Her mouth opened to say something but her train of thought
had completely derailed.

Luc’s eyes darkened as his thumb retraced its path over her
lip again. “Speaking of things that make you turn red, I can think of a good
use for that hot little mouth of yours.”

She knew he’d said it on purpose and her cheeks burned with
heat. Just the thought of using her mouth on him had her thighs quivering. Even
with her red cheeks and the embarrassment filling her, she managed to dart her
tongue out and flick it over his thumb. Luc growled and she felt the warmth
from her cheeks spread throughout her body at the sound of the deep rumble. She
wanted to taste and touch him. He’d spent countless hours exploring her and
now, before she went to face her death, she would take her time exploring him.

She pushed him back until he was leaning against a boulder
off the path. He smiled down at her but didn’t say a word. She was determined
to take what she desired and it was obvious from the grin on his face he wasn’t
going to complain about it. Making quick work of the laces on his pants, she
wiggled them down and practically moaned at the sight of his thick cock already
hard and throbbing for her. Her mouth watered as she wrapped her hand around
his shaft and slowly stroked him.

He grunted and rocked his hips into her hand, his eyes
rolling back every time she’d flick her thumb over his broad tip. “Are you just
going to tease me, Red?”

“Maybe.” She winked and lowered herself to her knees. She
wanted to look up at him to gauge his reaction but her gaze was centered on his
cock. She licked her lips, unable to look away. Her tongue flicked over his tip,
catching a bead of arousal pooling there. She moaned as her pussy tightened.
She wanted him with every ounce of her being. Her hand wrapped around the base
as she swirled her tongue over his broad head. She could feel him shiver and
one of his hands tightened in her hair. That simple act unleashed something
inside her. She wanted his hands all over her. She wanted his cock filling her
in every way possible but most of all, she wanted to have him fucking her mouth
so she could taste more of him.

He seemed to know what she wanted and his other hand twisted
in her hair as he guided himself into her mouth. She moaned and felt him shiver
with the vibration of her throat. Slowly she took his dick as far as she could
into her mouth. He was so big, there wasn’t any way she’d be able to have all
of him filling her. Her head bobbed up and down as her hand stroked him from
the base up to her mouth. She smiled to herself. He thrust his hips with the
rhythm of her sucking and made little grunting sounds. He sounded content,
enjoying her slow suckling, but she wanted him fierce and feral. Her other hand
moved to his inner thigh, raking her nails down his sensitive flesh. Luc
stiffened and his cock throbbed, hitting the back of her throat. She could feel
herself growing wetter. Her hips rocked and she wished there was something
there to fill her but she didn’t dare take her mouth off Luc.

He pulled her hair, drawing himself deeper into her mouth.
She let out a small whimper but it was more pleasure than pain. Her mouth moved
faster and Luc quickened his pace to match. Closing her eyes, she savored every
thrust. She could feel every ridge of his thick cock. The sounds of her sucking
filled the air. She whimpered and moaned for more as she let her teeth scrape
against his shaft. He growled and slammed his cock into her mouth. She wanted
and needed more of him. He responded to her thoughts as if he had heard them
out loud, pushing his cock farther down her throat with every thrust until she
couldn’t breathe.

He pulled out and gripped the base of his cock, looking down
at her with dark eyes. “Open.” She obeyed and he slowly slid his cock back into
her mouth, pulling out all the way and then sliding it back in over and over,
pushing his tip to the back of her throat each time and each time her throat
eased a little bit more for him. Her pussy clenched, he was working her up to
being able to take all of him and it excited her to the point she thought she
might come just from sucking his cock. His voice was more commanding than usual.
“Eyes on me, Red.”

She snapped her eyes up to meet his gaze as he slowly
pistoned his cock in and out of her mouth. Her hips were still undulating. She
felt as if her entire body was on the verge of explosion. His hands tugged on
her hair, forcing her mouth farther down on his cock, but his words took her by
surprise. “Touch yourself. I want to see you.”

Without a second thought, she unlaced her pants and slid her
hand down to cup her bare sex. Luc growled in appreciation and she beamed with
pride. His slow thrusting stopped for a moment as he watched her rocking
against her own hand. She was so wet from sucking him that the slick friction
had her already on the verge of release. Luc snarled and began thrusting again,
harder and faster this time. His hands gripped the hair on either side of her
head as he pounded his throbbing dick into her hot, wet mouth. He fucked her
mouth, shoving his cock down the back of her throat and that was her undoing.
Her cunt clamped around her fingers as her body shook. Her pussy quivered, her
arousal was reaching its peak. She wanted to pant, to scream out, but his cock
filled her mouth so all she could do was make little sounds of need. Her body
quivered as heat erupted inside her, her slick walls clamped and milked her
fingers as she imagined his cock filling her. Her body tingled as her orgasm
washed over her.

His thrusts didn’t stop. He was slamming into her mouth at a
punishing rate. It was all too much. Too much pleasure. She reached up with her
free hand and cupped his heavy balls. They tightened in her hand as she kneaded
them and her throat contracted around his thick shaft. He grunted again. Her
lips wrapped around the base of his cock as he shot stream after stream of his
hot seed down her throat. He pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained
in her mouth, his hips worked slowly, still thrusting to give her every last drop.
Rowan sucked and licked his cock until she was sure he was finished, greedily
lapping up and swallowing every bit of him.

He dropped to his knees as soon as he was finished and
wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in for a long, deep kiss. She melted
against him, unable to do anything more than lean on him for strength. He
sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and growled. “You are fucking amazing. You
know that?”

She blushed hard and shook her head. Luc laughed and laid
her back on the soft grass, bringing her fingers to his mouth and licking all
of her sweet juices from them. She smiled and let her eyes close. “You do the
most incredible things to me, Luc. I just want to stay here and never leave.”

He lay down next to her and slid his arm under her head. “Rest
up for now. We can’t stay forever, but we can enjoy this for a little bit.”

* * * * *

Rowan walked silently beside Luc as he pointed out creatures
and landmarks, but the closer they drew to her grandmother’s house the quieter
he became. He assured her the trail they were on would lead them directly to
her family’s cabin and true to his word, the path finally opened up to a
clearing and in the middle of it lay a simple log cabin. Smoke billowed from
the chimney and wildflowers grew in planter boxes hanging on the windowsill.
Low-cut green grass blanketed the clearing. A wood table stood near a well-used
fire pit and a log bearing many cuts and gouges and an axe buried in it rested
near a huge pile of firewood. A smile spread across Rowan’s face. She was home.
She had family who was waiting for her just beyond the door.