Filed to story: Tangled in Moonlight Unshifted Novel by Lenaleia
“Don’t touch me,” I whisper, but it comes out more like a plea. Not the demand I wish I could throw out, defiant to the end.
He chuckles, his fingers trailing down my cheek, my jaw, my neck. “You’re not in a position to make demands, kitten,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re mine now, and I’ll do whatever I please with you.”
Terror claws at my throat, making it hard to breathe. I don’t want to imagine what he means by that, don’t want to think about the horrors that await me. But my mind races ahead, conjuring up images of pain and blood and violation, each more terrible than the last.
“Please,” I whisper, hating the way my voice breaks, hating the tears that sting my eyes. “Please, just let me go.”
His smile widens, a flash of white teeth in the gloom. Two are long and sharp, shooting pure terror down my veins.
“Now, why would I do that?” he asks, his hand coming to rest at the base of my throat. “I went through so much trouble to get you here, kitten. I’m not about to let you go now.”
His fingers tighten, just a fraction, and I gasp, my pulse pounding beneath his touch. He leans in closer, his breath cold against my skin as he whispers in my ear.
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[WARNING: Sensitive content ahead.]
LISA
When he leans forward again, jerking my face away doesn’t work. He just grasps my chin in those fingers, like icicles where his nails dig into my skin and yank me toward him.
His mouth is cold and unpleasant against mine, at odds with the gentle kisses he peppers against my lips.
Disgusting.
“Sweet kitten. You’ll soon see that you are meant to be here.” His words are a winter wind that shuts down any hope in my soul. “I truly hope you last longer than the others.”
Involuntarily, I glance around the room, at the stains on the walls. He chuckles. “Yes. They died here. But you will live for me, won’t you, kitten? You’ll be my good little pet, won’t you?”
I feel like I’ve read before that you have to go along with your kidnapper’s delusions.
I’m not sure if that works with supernatural ones, but I’ll do anything if it means I’ll live until rescue arrives.
“Yes” I whisper, hating how my heart sinks at his brilliant smile, those creepy red eyes glittering as he watches me.
“Such a sweet little lie.” He sighs, nuzzling his cheek against mine. “Ah, you smell divine. So sweet. A treasure found in such a nasty place. Such a tantalizing treat.”
His words make no sense; he talks like he’s delusional.
His frigid mouth kisses the side of my lips, across my cheek, and down to my neck, where he groans. “Bliss,” he murmurs. “I’ll give you bliss.”
My body recoils, but those dagger nails of his yank my head back toward him and his voice sends shudders down my back.
“Our first time,” he murmurs, nuzzling against my pulse. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it beautiful for you. Your heart is already racing for me. Ready for me to suck every drop out of your body. But I won’t. Not yet. You need a little more flavor”
He sounds halfmad as he nuzzles his way down my neck, kissing across my collarbone. My face is finally freed from his nails, only for his hands to grab at both my breasts, his touch almost clinical as he squeezes and moves them to and fro.
He chuckles suddenly, leaning down to inspect beneath my left breast. “Ah, yes. Just as I suspected.” Then he bites at my nipple, groaning when I thrash and kick. I manage to bite back a shriek, but my body refuses to go along with his ideas.
“Shh. It’s just a little taste, kitten.”
Shit. A taste? He fucking bit me. Is he going to eat me or rape me?
I’m not sure which is worse.
Or maybe it’s both. The worst of both worlds.
When he rips my shirt to shreds, I try to ignore it, to think of other things.
But I can’t.
I can only focus on those icy hands rubbing on my skin, twisting my nipples painfully as his breathing grows quick and shallow.
His manic murmurs quickly turn into angry growls. “You need to participate, kitten. I’ll be furious if my meal is ruined.”
“I don’t know—“
He kisses me again, and I think he’s trying to be sweet, because his hands no longer twist and yank at my breasts but flick and fiddle. The nauseating feeling he brings is the same, though.
Then he pulls back with another growl, glowering down at me. “I told you not to ruin my meal.”
I wince when he slaps my breast, hating the sting of his palm against my skin. “I don’t understand.” What the fuck is he even saying? How can I ruin his meal? I am his meal. Clearly.
“Here.” He shoves his hand roughly between my legs, snarling as he rubs his fingers against my jeans. “You need to be wet. Throbbing. Filled with desire. It enhances the flavor. I want you to bring me to euphoria, kitten.”
Seriously?!
Tough fucking luck, buddy.
“I can only do that when I’m attracted to-“
His slap knocks me to the ground, my head ringing and my face pounding, pulsing in pain. Regret and pride war with each other as I tongue the cut on the inside of my cheek, dragging in deep breaths to calm my accelerated heartbeat.
Relax. Relax, damn it. You can survive this.
“Naughty little kitten.” His words sound like they’re coming from under water.
Blood is in my mouth, and he yanks me up by my chin. My neck pops at the sudden movement. “No, no. You have to share,” he breathes, shoving his mouth over mine, that cold tongue sliming its way into my mouth as he groans.
“So sweet,” he murmurs, in between disgusting thrusts of his tongue. “My sweet kitten. It’s going to be hard not to drain you.”
I don’t think I’m ever going to look at cats the same way again. He’s ruined their furry little existence in my heart.
When he’s cleaned all the blood from my mouth, my face still nounds and throhs and mu hand cuima na ha shoves me to the floor. I heave, but nothing comes out, and it doesn’t deter him from his goals.
I can feel him yanking my pants off, tearing them when he’s frustrated, unfazed when I kick at him, trying to hinder his progress.
He yanks my knees apart, digging into them with his painful nails, and I tense as he shoves his face between my legs.
He’s sniffing. Hard.
“You smell like wolf,” he growls, digging his fingers into my thighs, shoving my legs a little wider apart. My pelvis burns and aches with the stretch, despite how much my flexibility has increased since I arrived at
Westwood.
“Because I was fucked by one.” Shit. My mouth is definitely going to get me killed.
I don’t want to die.
But I can’t submit to this fucking creep, either, no matter what all those stupid true crime podcasts say.
He yanks me toward him and I yelp in pain as my body scrapes across the floor. When chilly, stabbing fingers invade my vagina without warning, reaching as far as they can and scraping down my insides, I scream.
It’s so much worse than I thought it would be, and I’m positive he’s tearing me apart.
It takes me a second to realize he’s trying to clean me out, using his other hand to shove down on the top of my pelvis to halt my attempts at escaping the pain. The urge to vomit slides its way up my throat as I can feel him pushing at my Gspot in a weird and random burst of pleasure through the pain that sends revulsion through me.