Craving the Alpha: Part Five: BBW Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance (Lycan Lovers Book 5) (4 page)

“Talika,” I said slowly, as I wanted to choose my words carefully. But suddenly, I couldn’t stop myself, and I blurted them out. “I am not here by my own personal choice. I am Dorian’s captive.”

Talika frowned, her brows furrowing, “I don’t understand what you are saying,” she said softly.

“I am not here because I want to be. Dorian kidnapped me. I am his prisoner.”

Talika bit her lip, a puzzled expression on her pretty face. “Dorian’s prisoner … what…? You are crazy.” As she said the words, I realized if she had no idea I was Dorian’s captive, there may be a lot of other things she didn’t know.

“It’s true.” As I looked at Talika, I could see something click in her eyes. Perhaps for all these years, she’d had hints about her brothers’ behavior, and later Dorian’s, but she’d been protected and hidden from the truth by everyone. Now, she suddenly realized what was actually going on–and what her brothers were really like.

That glimmer in her eyes gave me hope, and in a tumble of words, I told her about Markus and our escape, Dorian coming after me, and how we had run to Susan’s…

At first, it looked like she was sympathetic to me. But then I had to tell her the horrifying news.

“Susan has a little boy, Zach. He is Troy’s son.”

“I … I am an aunt?”

I nodded. “Yes, Talika. But … Troy raped Susan.”

Talika stared at me in shock, and then her face grew hard. “I don’t believe you,” she said as the truck came to a complete halt. “How dare you tell such lies about my family. Get out of the truck!” she hissed.

I hesitated, but she turned away from me coldly and waved her hand at Chad. “Take her!” she cried.

Chad, who had been running in his wolf alongside the truck, couldn’t wait to get me under his thumb again. He jumped into the flat bed, landing on his paws with a loud thud, and pulled me towards him. His sharp incisors tugged at my tank top. He dragged me off the back of the truck and I spluttered, coughing up dust as he yanked me into the dirt road. His bulky body pressing against mine, he held me down as he transitioned into his man, all the while keeping a firm grip on me.

When he had finished shifting into his man, he wrapped a steel collar around my neck that was attached to a leather rope. With the rope in hand, he tugged at me to follow him, and marched me towards the river bed. If I shifted my head, searing pain struck my neck.

It was a warm day. I was sweating under the steel collar and with the dreadful anticipation of what would happen next. Thinking of Talika saddened me. I had felt a kinship with her, and that she was so blind to her brother’s behavior was shocking. Chad led me to the stream and I carefully took long slurps of the water.  I hadn’t eaten in a while, so I tried to dig up a few berries for nourishment in the grassy earth, all the while mindful of the collar circling my throat.

Quinn and some of the others were at the river also. Most were in their wolf form; slurping up the river water. When all the wolves had satisfied their thirst, Quinn motioned for us to follow him into the woods. Chad tugged at my collar and I followed him. We had only walked a short distance when we came across a number of small cabins. So, this was another one of the Vlodik’s campsites. I knew in my heart that Quinn would never let me see this if there was any chance at all they would ever let me go … but of course, I’d known, deep down, the chance of that was almost none anyway. Somehow in my heart I had held out a little hope, but ... now I knew for sure that I had to find a way out of this mess myself. Chad wrapped my leash around a thick tree trunk, and I rubbed my stars and moon necklace, thinking of what I should do. As I calmed down, I thought of my mother, and recalled one of the stories she used to tell me when I was a little girl, before she passed away.

The tale was about an elephant that was chained to a tree. As a baby, it had been tied with a chain, and when it tried to get away, the chain cut into the elephant’s skin, hurting it. So, it stopped trying to escape. As a big, adult elephant it could easily break the chain and get away, but it didn’t believe it could. So, a flimsy chain held the massive beast back. As she ended the story, she would say that you must always believe it is possible to accomplish what you want, or you will never achieve your dreams.

If my mother was here, I knew that she would tell me I had to try to get away. I knew she was right. It might be my only chance. I decided I would transition into my wolf and make a run for it. Just as I made up my mind, I caught the sight of Chad coming towards me in his man, his arms filled with logs. He had to be on his way to add wood to the campfire, and was checking in on me. I would wait till he left to put my plan in action.

But as he neared he called out, “Master Quinn wants you at the campfire, so you will be coming with me.”

There was no time to transition. I had to act now. With his arms full, I stood a chance of making a run for it and then shifting, but I knew if I waited I might never get another chance.

“Argh,” I muttered under my breath, and with all my might, I yanked my body away from the tree trunk. To my surprise, the leash broke free right away. Chad must have been sure I wouldn’t try anything, as he had barely bothered to tie it to the base.

Once free, I wrapped the leash around my hand and took off running. It was déjà vu as I thought of my earlier escape with Lisa. Only this time, I was determined not to get caught. Despite the metal collar, I knew I was going at a pretty good clip. My heart was pounding in my throat and my body burning in pain as I ran, but I pushed myself further and faster. If I could just get far enough, I could transition into my wolf … out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chad drop the logs and come running after me. I could only hope I would be able to outrun his bulky frame. I was still a good distance ahead of him when suddenly it must have dawned on him that if he changed into his wolf, he could catch me more quickly.

As I saw him start to transition I tried to do the same, but the steel collar was heavier than any I had been forced to wear before. When I tried to change, it clamped harder on my throat. I could barely breathe as the rigid metal bore into my neck as I tried to shift.

“No!” I cried out, realizing that without being able to transition to my wolf, my plan was doomed to fail. But, I was not going to give up. I willed my legs to run faster and faster in my woman form. I knew I couldn’t out run him, but I would head for the river and hope to hide there. But Chad’s wolf was too fast for me. I had hardly run a half a mile when the furry wereman leapt onto my back and flattened me to the ground.

“Owwww!” I cried out in pain as the weight of his beast held me down.

Chad clamped down on my shirt with his pointed teeth, yapping and snarling, and dragged me back to the camp. He dropped me in a heap in front of Quinn. “She tried to run off again, Master Quinn,” Chad rasped his voice breathy from the chase. “But I got her.”

“How did she escape in the first place Chad?” Quinn asked harshly. Then he turned his attention to me. His eyes were like hot coals boring into mine, and his body was tense with anger. “That’s it. I have had enough of your antics. That’s twice now you have tried to escape. I will have to decide how to punish you,” he added, wagging a finger in front of my face, “so you learn the error of your ways.”

“Chad, tie the leash to a tree and watch her closely till I decide what to do with her. Do not and I repeat do not let her escape again or you will both be punished!”

With a slight tremor in his hand, Chad led me back to the tree I had tried to escape from earlier and tied the leather around the base of the trunk, triple knotting it this time. I slumped against the bark. I just didn’t know what I was going to do.

I spent the next few hours ruminating over my future and wondering how my beautiful Markus was doing. It was hard not to break down into a puddle of tears, but I knew I had to stay strong.

In the evening, Chad led me to the campfire where the Vlodiks dished up a simple dinner of fried fish and fruit. Chad watched me like a hawk and he was careful to hold tightly onto the leash. I barely nibbled on the browned fish but my ears perked up as Quinn announced that Dorian and Troy would be returning the next morning. What would be in store for me then? Chad grunted at the news that Dorian and Troy would be returning to camp. I was sure he couldn’t wait for Dorian to reclaim me so that I’d be off his watch.

The time for sleep couldn’t come soon enough. They may hold my body captive but they could not take away my mind. As Chad led me over to a space on the grass to sleep, we passed Quinn. He was walking to one of the cabins that a few high ranking, privileged Vlodiks got to snooze in.

“Leave us for a moment, Chad,” Quinn said. Chad gave Quinn a questioning look, and then sulked off to a corner when Quinn imperiously snatched the leash from his hand.

Quinn yanked the leather, pulling me towards him. I could smell his foul breath as his eyes wandered up and down my body, pausing at the metal choker around my neck. “Kristen,” he said. “That collar must be so painful.” As he spoke, I noticed Talika coming out of one of the cabins behind her father.  She started to rush over to him, but stopped and stepped back into the shadows as she saw him reach over and run his hands through my hair. “Yes, that collar must be very painful. You must feel like you are being strangled.” He reached up and put his hands around his own neck as if he was choking himself. “How would you like to get that nasty thing off?”

“I… I...” I replied, my head whirling. Where were his attentions leading? Surely he wasn’t suggesting that we… Yet here he was, running his fingers through my hair—so creepy. I took a quick glance at Talika. Quinn had not seen her yet, and I could see by the stunned look on her face that she felt as creeped out as I did. But if there was any doubt over what we were hearing, it was gone in seconds.

“Why don’t we put all these arguments behind us,” Quinn said in a husky voice. “You don’t need my sons. You need a real man—like me. You are such a pretty, sexy thing. Your body is so sweet and hot…” His eyes glimmered with lust as he added, “I would love to fuck you good and hard.”

I give Quinn a look of sheer disgust. “You would be the last person on earth I would want to be with.”

Quinn recoiled as if he had been slapped in the face. “Bitch!” he hissed.

“Father!” Talika said, stepping out of the shadows. “What is going on here?”

Caught by surprise, Quinn quickly tried to regain his composure. “Are you spying on me Talika? How dare you! I was just talking with Kristen.”

Talika shook her head. “I know what I saw…”

“You are spying on me Talika. Don’t be such a child. Chad, take this prisoner now!” With that, he turned on his heels and strode away.

Talika stared at me. At that moment, I could see in her eyes that she knew everything I’d told her was the truth. Her face crumpled in shock. Then, she averted her gaze and said nothing.

Chad grabbed the leash and pulled me towards a grassy mound near a tree. “Sleep,” he grunted as we sank down in the grass. He wrapped the leather around the trunk, making sure it was secured, and I nestled as best as I could into the cool earth to try and rest.

Soon the sound of his snores punctuated the night air. The thought of everything I had been through was unbearable, and I switched my focus to Markus. In my mind, I could see his grinning face and hear his laughter. I felt his big hand taking my small one to comfort and protect me, and I drifted off, imagining us in bed, back at the first hotel we stayed at in Frederick…

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Why do you have so many clothes on?” Markus asks a saucy grin on his face. I am laying in the king sized bed in the fantasy suite—the suite that really is not so much a fantasy suite as it is a regular room with a huge mirror over the bed and a fancy bathroom. But, I don’t care. I am with Markus, and our time together is too precious to complain about anything. I look up at the ceiling. The huge mirror above me reveals everything. I am lying in the bed, totally naked, except for a tiny pair of pink bikini panties that have SEXY sewn in silver glitter on the back.

“Ha, ha, you are funny Markus.”

“No, seriously,” he says, lifting the corner of the elastic band on the panty. “You really should not hide that perfect pussy of yours from me.” He rolls the panties down my butt and legs, and removes them. “That is so much better,” he adds, eyeing my bare crotch.

He looks totally delicious and is just the way I like him—buck naked. His pecs and chest all pumped up, I just want to devour him!

A shiver of excitement rushes through my body and tiny goose bumps form on my skin. Looking in the mirror above the bed, I can see my nipples hardening.

“Really, Kristen, you look a little chilled. I guess you do need something to wear after all. Hold on,” he says, walking to the mini fridge.

As he moves, I admire his meaty butt. Two perfect muscular cheeks form the tastiest looking ass ever. He bends into the fridge and wow … box office seats to the best show in town. His huge cock is dangling between his legs and his chest muscles are rippling … oh so friggin’ hot!

“I got a nice new outfit for you,” Markus says. I can see he is holding something behind his back.

“What is it?” I ask, puzzled.

“Close your eyes.”

I shut my eyes tightly, but can’t resist opening my lids just a peek to see what Markus has in store for me. He is holding a can of whipped cream and presses the nozzle.

“No, you can’t do that. It will be all sticky!” But inside I am thinking yes. Yes do it! I can’t wait for him to get busy, and he bends down to spray the cream. I run my hands through his thick hair, squeezing my breasts together as I reach up.

“Put your hands down honey. I need full access to your breasts.”

I lower my hands and arch my back a little so my boobs are jutting in the air. Swirls of white cream spurt out of the can as Markus presses the nozzle. He licks his lips as he sprays the cream on my breasts, and then my nipples, forming little snow mountains. He sprays a line down my tummy, squirting a little in my belly button. When he reaches my pussy, he pauses.

“You didn’t know I was an underwear artist, did you Kristen? Just wait till you see the beautiful pair of sexy little panties I’m making you.” He presses the nozzle letting the cream swirl to form a tiny white bikini brief.

“Underwear artist?” I giggle, staring up at the mirror above us. My long, brown hair is splayed out on the bed. I am now decked out in a whipped cream bikini panty, thanks to my personal underwear artist.

“What panties do you like best?” he murmurs. “The ones I made you or the ones you bought at that lingerie store we were in the other day.”

His voice becomes low and throaty. “I can tell you which ones are my favorites,” he says, gazing into my eyes. “I’m going to lick every last morsel of cream from your body, Kristen.”

“Oh, God!” I quiver in anticipation. Then, his long, thick tongue is on my tits, lapping up the cream. He lifts his head for a second and I laugh as I see a little whipped cream beard on his chin. But then his lips start moving down towards my clit, and I am not laughing anymore. I am relishing every single stroke of his tongue as he makes his way from my breasts downwards, pausing to dip his tongue into my belly button, and then down the happy trail to my pussy. When he reaches the folds he dives in full force, licking, sucking, and lapping up every drop of the cream.

“Mmm, it feels so good! Lick me Markus!”

“Whipped cream and your pussy, it doesn’t get any better than that,” he murmurs; his mouth full of clit and cream.

I feel myself blushing. His absolute enjoyment of my curvy body is such a turn on. He sucks and sucks and for a few minutes or so I watch, sometimes in the mirror overhead, and sometimes looking down at him. He is licking my pussy so good I can hardly stand it. I close my eyes in ecstasy, loving it. I push his head deeper into my loins. Markus continues to lick and love every fold. I look up in the mirror. I can see his broad, muscular back and his firm, meaty ass. His head is buried between my legs as his tongue takes long, greedy slurps. God! Just watching this handsome man with his face deep in my folds, savoring every morsel, drives me wild.

Tremors race through me. I can’t hold back any longer and my body erupts in intense waves of pleasure.

“I’m coming. It feels so good. Oh my God!” Spasms overtake me and my thighs shake intensely. The sense of release is incredible. As the quivers subside, I want to roll into him and curl up in his arms.

But he is not done with me yet. He lifts his head and gazes into my eyes, his amber irises locking with mine.

“Mmm, now I am going to fuck you Kristen; deeper than you have ever been fucked before.” He pulls his body next to mine and wraps his arms around me. I snuggle into his chest, feeling the stickiness of the whipped cream. He reaches his hand down and pushes his cock deep into the folds of my pussy, slowly at first, filling me up with every inch. Then he thrusts, driving his tool harder and farther inside me, thrusting again and again.

“Oh God!” I put my hands on his beefy ass and pull him even deeper into my body. A sweat is forming on Markus’s body as he drives his cock in and out, over and over again. My body responds, aching for more and more.

“So, so good baby. You’re so good,” he cries as his rod erupts, spurting a luscious white cream.

I reach my arms around his waist, pressing my tits against his chest. I could lay this way with him forever. My Markus—I feel a mix of raw emotions; lust, love, pride, devotion … so sexy and gorgeous.  He’s so amazing at knowing exactly what to do to make my body sing with pleasure and satisfy my every need.

“You are so delicious baby girl. I love eating your pussy, kissing your lips, touching you, fucking you.” Markus strokes my hair. “I think the next time I will make you into a sundae. I will squirt chocolate syrup on you here.” He draws his finger along my crotch, up to my belly, and further up to my breasts. Then I will add a few nuts right here.” He lightly circles his finger on the skin around my areolas. “I won’t need cherries though, because I have these.” He grins at me, and lowers his mouth to my nipples where he swirls his tongue around each one. “Of course, there will be plenty of whipped cream—everywhere…”

“Mmm,” I said, slowly waking up, the taste of Markus’s lips fresh in my memory. What a lovely dream. But, suddenly I started to feel queasy and nauseated, to the point that I might pass out. I’m not sure whether it was the nerves or something else. I saw my duffel nearby, and decided the first chance I get I would use one of the pregnancy test strips. I hadn’t wanted to find out here, not like this … a captive of these people. But, I just have to find out. I can’t stand not knowing any longer.

Chad tells me to get up. He unties the leather from the tree and leads me by the leash out to the campfire. The Vlodiks are making a fish fry for breakfast. The pungent smell of the trout, mixed with spices from the earth, make my stomach ache. I try to relax and stay calm, reaching to stroke my necklace as I looked around to try and distract myself.

I noticed Talika stooped off to the side of the campfire; her mother lying near her on a makeshift bed. Talika was gently stroking her forehead, trying to give her sips of water from a canteen. “Feel the fresh air mama. It will help you feel better.” She glanced over at me and quickly looked away.

The rest of the Vlodiks finish their meal and are getting ready to start the day. It seems like any other day with this clan. I am hoping Quinn has forgotten about any punishment for me. Suddenly, Quinn stands in front of the group, and points to me. I feel my heart drop to the floor. Slowly, he takes off the thick leather belt wrapped around his waist.  “It’s time for your punishment, Kristen!”