Filed to story: Sinful Mates (Imogen) Book by Jessica Hall
The tall grass comes up to my thighs, the sharp edges dig into my skin, punishing me for running. Trickles of blood appear all over my skin. I run through the yard as it turns into a paddock, domesticated beasts turn big eyes on me as I streak by – straight for safety, only to come to a wire fence. Lifting the taunt strings, I ignore their bite into my flesh and squeeze through their grasp. Once through, I race away, hobbling, but still able to move.
My ankle screams for me to stop. When I finally make it to the line of trees, I keep running, refusing to slow my pace no matter how much my body hates me for it. Pain is way better than being killed. The branches and twigs dig into my feet, making me hiss in agony. Tears stream down my cheeks, the monsters’ words echo in my head. They want me dead or in a state of suffering they won’t even put details to. I don’t stand a chance out here in the woods by myself. I don’t understand what I’m dealing with exactly, but I know they are sinister and dark. Everything inside me screams to keep moving, to escape or I’ll never survive.
The sun finishes its path, dipping below the horizon and casting me into the darkness. There’s no moon tonight, it’s just me and my imagination. Every rustle of wind amongst the trees makes my body shake and more tears well. But no matter how far I run, I haven’t spotted a single animal, not even a bird. The place is eerily silent, the only noise is my feet breaking twigs while I run and my own heavy breathing.
It takes all my willpower to keep going. I want to curl up into a ball and wake up from this nightmare, I must have slipped into from drinking too much. None of this can be real. I stagger forward, hands stretched in front of me. The trees thin out, I head toward them, the twigs slide over my cuts, trying to push me back to this side of the tree line.
I burst through, to a long road, barely visible without the moon around. A twig snaps behind me and I whirl to stare into the inky black. My heart pounds, but I can’t see anything. But I can hear the heavy breath right beside me. A breath that isn’t my own.
I turn on my heel, heart threatening to force itself out of my body. “You don’t need to be scared, Imogen,” Theo’s voice is soft, soothing. He is treating me like a wild animal again. No, maybe more like a pet will be accurate. Is that what I am to these monsters? A pet?
I take a step backwards, back towards the woods, letting the bushes grab my skin again. I can’t outrun Theo, I know that but my brain is being really stupid. Theo doesn’t take any steps towards me so I whirl and run forward, straight into a brick-like chest. Tobias’s arm circles around my back, stopping me from falling. His chest is bare, my fingers slide over his muscles. He only wears a pair of red draw-string shorts. I grab a piece of the brush, wielding a butter knife-sized stick and push away from them both.
“Put the stick down, Imogen,” Tobias’ voice cuts through the silence.
“No, stay back,” I warn them, holding it out. It won’t do much if they get serious with me, but I won’t let them just kill me or hurt me. I’ll fight until the end.
“Come back with us. We won’t hurt you, I promise,” Theo holds his hands out to me again. His green eyes practically glow in the dark. “Come, you will catch a cold out here. It’s freezing.” I haven’t noticed the cold, adrenaline is keeping me warm. They step close, too close. I swing the simple weapon and they step out of the way. Theo frowns at me, eyes reproachful and hurt. Why does he look hurt? I’m the one about to be tortured.
“Imogen put the fucking stick down. You will only hurt yourself,” Tobias voice snaps, a vicious growl overtakes his voice.
I grip it tighter. He’s one of the ones I need to fend off, doesn’t he understand? Tobias’ eyes change back to deep black orbs, which is even more nerve wracking in this darkness. He’s a demon, possessed and very ticked off.
“What are you? Stay away from me!” I scream. My hands tremble, holding the stick out in front trying to ward them off.
Tobias sighs, head dropping, “I’m a werewolf, Imogen.” The light returns to his eyes bit by bit.
I laugh, a long drawn out cackle. I thought demon that wants to suck out my soul, or even damn vampires considering his fucking bite. But werewolves? People that can turn into dogs? “You expect me to believe you both turn into furry dogs?”
Tobias huffs, clearly insulted by my words. “He does, not me,” Theo’s voice rings out like twinkling bells. I forgot he was standing there, my attention mainly on Tobias as he is closer, but now Theo is close again, his eyes focused on mine, a self-confident smirk on his lips. I turn and swing the stick at him, he moves quickly avoiding being hit.
“Then what are you? We have fluffy over there, what furry creature do you turn into?” I spit sarcastically. I can hear Tobias growling from behind me, making my skin crawl and a shiver runs up my spine. My body breaks out in goosebumps, his feral growl echoes off the trees. But it’s replaced all too soon with something worse, the cracks of bones snapping, changing, becoming something different. I cringe, dropping the stick to cover my ears. I can’t escape the noise. I turn to look at Tobias, it isn’t him but the stray stalking towards me, teeth bared and dangerously sharp.
Then, Theo’s voice is in my ear. “I’m something much worse,” his whispers send chills down my spine. I scream at the soft touch of his hands on my wrists. The whole escape plan has failed. I’ve fallen to monsters.
Theo moves faster than I can predict. He slides behind me, pulling me into his arms and scooping me up, a hand under my ass to hold me steady. He forces my legs around his hips and he runs back into the forest. My scream is stolen by the wind’s speed whipping past us. Everything blurs, no human can move this fast. Bile rises and pools in my mouth, burning its way up my throat.
I clench my eyes shut. I can’t even tell if we are going to hit a tree but how can we go this fast safely? It’s like being stuck in Tobias’ car with the windows down. I curl against Theo’s chest, the only place of safety, and my stomach lurches. Why can’t this monster stop or slow down? I’m going to fall apart at this rate. I bury my head in his neck, protecting myself from the biting wind stinging my skin. He moves in and out of the trees like a professional and soon my surroundings return bit by bit. The long grass from the paddocks snaps my bare feet, a final painful reminder of the futility of my escape attempt.
In the time it has taken me to get an hour’s worth away from this place, I’m returned in mere minutes. Theo skids to a stop at the doors, the stone house looming above us. I shiver in his arms like a scared little animal. His hand strokes my back in reassuring pats. His other hand stays firmly beneath my ass, but now that we have stopped, his middle finger rubs my panties against me, making me wet from just his touch.
“You alright, Imogen?” His eyes hold mine, the thick fog clouds my mind again. Why does his presence always make me feel like all I can focus on is him? “You’re safe with us, understand?” The calming sensation rolls over my body in waves, fear leaves me while his words blaze in my mind. I’m safe with them, how silly it is to run. If anyone can help me, won’t it be them? They won’t hurt me, only bring me immeasurable pleasure as long as I let them.
Theo smiles at me, his lips press softly against mine. Cold but demanding, I moan when his tongue brushes mine. His middle finger slides into the crotch of my panties, directly rubbing my clit. His eyes are hooded.
I’m lost, trapped in the feel of his icy tongue playing with mine. Everything else fades away. All that matters is that tongue, and that cold finger sliding inside of me, promising me all the things he wants to do to me. I loop my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His fingers work faster, until I moan into his mouth. I’ve forgotten my own name by this point. I want this man, want him with every fiber of my being.
Behind us, Tobias clears his throat, no longer in his other form. Theo slips his finger out of me, placing me on the ground with one hand wrapped around my shoulders, while he sucks on the dripping digit. “About time you caught up, I wanted a taste of what you got to enjoy earlier.” He casually pushes me closer to Tobias. Once his skin leaves mine, the fog from before lifts, my memory snapping back into place like a rubber band returning to its original form. These men are dangerous, lethal monsters. What the fuck am I doing getting aroused by one of them? I back up away from them. My instincts scream for me to run, but that obviously is a bad idea. It didn’t work last time. Will they kill me slowly? Is that why they didn’t slaughter me out on the road?
“You are safe, Imogen,” I can still hear Theo’s words. His cat-like eyes focus on me again. He leisurely sucks the tip of his finger. “No one will hurt you.”
Lies. I remember the conversation. I know everything they are trying to hide from me. I stumble onto a side of them that has taken away every impression I’ve ever had.
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