They’d all seen her when she arrived. The bruises alone were sickening while the cuts just forced the issues deeper.
“No alpha could want that kind of power. It’s out of control,” David said.
Scorch agreed with him. The very thought was frightening. When the game was over he wished all of his men good night and headed up to his room. Victoria still occupied the room next to his. Opening the door, he found her curled up in a ball facing the window. All of the females had gone out of their way to make her feel welcome while also giving her clothing. A lot of their women were particularly slender. He had sent one woman out to get Victoria plenty of clothes her own size.
The scent of her humiliation had been too much for him to bear.
Satisfied with her sleeping he entered his own room, tearing off his clothing as he did. Naked, he stood to look out over the darkness wishing there was something he could do to stop whatever pain Victoria was feeling. The last thing he wanted to do was witness her pain. Pouring himself a drop of brandy, he walked to the bed and got under the covers. He settled back, listening to the sounds of the night go by.
Howling, hooting, and many other sounds drifted from the forests and beyond. Drinking down the last of the brandy, he lay back and closed his eyes. There were many wolves out there in the world. Some didn’t turn into man at the end of the full moon while there were many who did.
Rubbing a hand over his face, he tried to get Victoria out of his mind. He thought about the length of her red hair gliding over his body and the shocking color of her eyes as she stared at him, waiting. He saw her standing by the window, her hair cascading down her back, tempting him to do more than simply look.
He reached down under the covers touching his rock hard cock. Whenever he was around Victoria all he wanted to do was f**k her, claim her. His wolf recognized her as his mate, and all Scorch could do was hope he kept it together long enough for her to grow used to him.
Her innocence was still intact. No one could wash the smell of virginal blood from her veins.
Claim her.
Fisting his length, he kept his eyes closed as he pictured Victoria, smiling at him. She was na**d without any bruises or scars marring her body. In his mind she begged for him to come to her.
Scorch rubbed the pr**cum along the tip, spreading it down his shaft. He worked his c**k thinking about her lips, her cunt, and especially the tightness of her ass. Her ass looked so f**king plump and inviting.
Growling, he worked his fist faster feeling the tightness in his balls. It had been a week since he’d found any kind of release. Victoria had taken over his entire world, making it impossible for him to think about anyone but her.
He imagined her open, inviting and willing to his lust. All too soon his orgasm flooded his veins, erupting onto his stomach. He pushed the blanket away to make sure no mess was easy to see.
Once he finished, he lay back panting for breath. Fuck, the orgasm had been amazing but nowhere near to what he truly wanted. Victoria, in the short time he’d know her, had turned into an obsession for him. The way her head tilted to the side when she listened to him talk. Her fingers as she picked up a chess piece while they played. He noticed the way she played with her hair as they watched movies. Every little part of her had become something to memorize. He didn’t want to look away. Scorch felt possessed to know everything about her.
Grabbing an old shirt, he cleaned the white drops of cum from his stomach before walking into the bathroom. Washing the shirt out, he threw it in the laundry basket then headed out to bed. The light was out, and he sat back, listening some more. The night was incredibly still.
He heard her whimper, begging someone to stop. Getting out of bed, he walked to Victoria’s room. He saw her thrashing about on the bed, her body covered in a layer of sweat. Closing the door behind him, the instinct inside him to protect was strong. He walked to the edge of the bed, lifted the covers, and climbed inside.
“I’ve got you, honey. You’re safe now. No one is going to hurt you.” Scorch spoke softly. She wore a white night shirt over her gorgeous body. He wasn’t in the mood to cover his nakedness. Victoria lashed out trying to fight off whatever evil was in her dream. Catching her arms, he pulled her against his body. “It’s Scorch. I’m here. I’m going to protect you and keep you safe.”
After some time she grew lax in his arms. He held her tighter than ever before, knowing she needed to feel something for her to calm down. Her dreams terrified her. Scorch heard her heart beating rapidly against her chest. With one arm holding her tight, he stroked her red hair with the other, all the time, talking, whispering and giving her everything she needed to hear.
Lying down beside her, Scorch closed his eyes listening to the sound of her breathing. She went back to sleep without fighting him.
Mate. She’s our mate. Kill whoever tries to harm her.
Scorch couldn’t argue with his wolf’s thoughts. He felt the exact same way.
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Chain stood on the edge of the forest. Through the line of trees he could make out the large house that was Scorch’s living place. Victoria would be working her magic, he had no doubt, to get what he wanted. Once Scorch was dead he intended to take what he wanted from her.
She would be the last woman to ever reject him. He’d have the power, and his wolf would have no choice but to bow down to what he wanted. The first time his wolf took over when he’d tried to hurt someone had angered him, the pain he’d experienced fed his need for justice. He would be the one to control his wolf.
All of the alphas knew the way to take control, but like a bunch of f**king pussies they bowed down to the beast within. He was going to do what no other f**king alpha could, he was going to take control and then take everything he wanted. Men of his pack would die at his hands. The women would learn their place and give him what he wanted. If they didn’t give, then he’d simply take.
Smiling, Chain walked away. All he needed to do was wait for Victoria to pull through. Her seduction would lure Scorch out so that Chain alone could kill him. Chain knew the other alpha wouldn’t be able to resist Victoria. She was too f**king beautiful to deny. He wanted her for himself, but seeing as she wouldn’t give herself to him, he couldn’t claim her for his own, not until he was free of his wolf’s control. Once Scorch took her cherry and Chain killed Scorch, he intended to f**k her pu**y until she forgot all about the other man. Thinking about another man between her thighs made him rock hard. He could have easily gotten her to lure Scorch out for him to kill, but he preferred humiliating her this way. Chain liked the power he held over her. She would do as she was told, even f**k another man for him. If Scorch didn’t die at his hands, then he didn’t break the bond with his wolf. It was a good job he’d made sure Victoria was afraid of him. She would do what he said without arguing. If she tried to poison Scorch, his plans would fail. Victoria would do as she was told. He’d instilled fear inside her to make sure she stayed loyal. She always would.