The girl who cried wolf (R rated version)

The girl who cried wolf: Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

(Tyler’s POV)

     As Luca placed the rogue in my arms, I was in a state of shock. I wasn’t normally given this much responsibility. Although I don’t think it was by choice, I was just the closest person to him. It was clear that he had some issues with Mia, which needed his urgent attention. This would normally be his job; he always interrogated the captured rogues. Just another thing to make him seem perfect to everyone, another thing to make the ladies flock to him. He even managed to worm himself in with Mia. I know they are mates and everything but he was such an arse to her. Just like everyone else she forgives him and he’s perfect again, well he was until now. I’d love to see him get his arse kicked by Mia; it would be the highlight of my life so far. Although perhaps if I can do this, without any hiccups, then maybe he will see me as a man rather than a boy. Perhaps everyone will start showing me the respect I deserved. I watched as he stormed into the house after Mia. I slowly turned and followed him, tripping on one of the steps as I walked up them. Great Tyler that was really smooth, I’m giving a tiny bit of responsibility and already I’ve cocked it up a bit. As I hurried off towards the back of the house, hoping no one saw my little trip, I could hear Luca pounding on Mia’s door. The air in the house was thick with tension, so much so it was making me feel uncomfortable. As several pack members rushed past me towards the front door, it appeared I wasn’t the only one. When I reached the end of the hallway I turned towards the door to the basement. I repositioned the girl in my arms, draping her over my shoulder. I hooked my arm around her legs so I wouldn’t drop her; with the other hand I grabbed the key for the door. It was always kept behind an antic oval mirror. It seemed so obvious to me, it stuck out like a sore thumb but hey I’m just a boy what do I know. I struggled to unlock the door, as I was trying to do it as quickly as I could. I could feel the rouge stirring again. Once I had eventually got the door open, I rushed inside and locked the door behind me. I ran down the creaky stairs, flicking on the lights as I went. Generally I tried to stay clear of the basement, it always creped me out. I reminded me of something out of a horror film. Compared to rest of the house, the basement looked old and unstable. It was a little like walking into a dungeon. The air was filled with dried blood, urine and I didn’t know what else. It was obvious from the blood stains on the grey stone walls and cement floor that a lot of pain occurred in this room. I know that we can’t just let rogues run into our territories and do as they please but this just seems too much. Although I guess if they had actually let me part of anything then maybe I would have a better understanding. Anyway enough of the pity party, I’ve got work to do. I stood for a moment and took the room in once more. The lights, which hung down from the ceiling, flickered and buzzed. I room was empty except for a single fold up chair, which looked as though it had had a battering, in the middle of the room. Not far in front of it were two sets of thick rusting chains, one hanging from the ceiling and the other attached to the floor. As I walked towards them I couldn’t take my eyes away from the blood stains on the floor. The idea of chaining her up just seemed inhuman to me but I knew it was necessary. Especially in the case of this rogue. I don’t know how but I could sense her strength and power. I slowly laid her down on the cold cement floor, starting with her right ankle I started to chain her up. As I moved over to her left I couldn’t help but notice how small and angelic she looked. Her long unruly brown curls were entangled with her body. She was truly wild, even her human form had a sort of animalistic beauty to it. As she stirred again her waist long curls moved off of her, revealing more of her childlike face and womanly body. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her scars; I had never seen anything like it. I knew I had a couple of scars, due to my clumsy childhood, which now that I think about it probably has something to do with the way people treat me. I found myself reaching out and touching the scar on her thigh. As my fingertips brushed against her dirty skin, her body twitched. Before I had time to even blink the rogue had me pinned to the floor. Even though she was in her human form, she was growling and snarling at me as though she was her wolf. I could see that she was trying to shift, the fact that she couldn’t was clearly frustrating her. She started looking frantically around the room, her body still pinning me down. I knew she could sense the reason why she couldn’t shift; it was even making my skin burn. The entire room is coated in Wolfsbane, especially around the inside of the shackles. A precaution that has to be taken, keeping a Lycan captive isn’t that easy. In every corner was a bag Wolfsbane root. It can be deadly if you came into contact with enough of it, luckily there was only enough to weaken a Lycan in the basement. She was stronger than any another rogue I had seen, even with Wolfbane she was still trying to shift. Judging by her eyes and the way her body was shaking against me, she was pretty close. It was clear that her wolf was her more dominant half. Even though she was threatening me and was completely fierce I couldn’t help but think she was smoking hot. There was just something about her wild appearance that got me going. Her growling calmed down a little; she was just staring down at me. She wasn’t just looking at me; it was more like she was looking into my soul, I was taken aback by her amazing eyes. I couldn’t look away from them, as I watched as they changed from amber to a stunning shade of green. Her face softened and she looked down at me with a stunning smile. I couldn’t help but be turned on; I was being pinned down by hot naked goddess. Her softer appearance was even sexier than her wild side. She must have sensed my change of mood as she started to wriggle around on my crutch. I closed my eyes and tried to hold back a moan as she grinded into me a little more. The banging and crashing around coming from above us came to a sudden holt, only to be replaced by faint sounds that kept growing louder and louder. I didn’t take a genius to know what was going on upstairs. I had heard them chattering and doing stuff before but this was way too much. Even though what the rogue was doing felt completely amazing, hearing Mia and Luca going at it was really off putting. Then again, what am I doing? Why am I even letting her do this, I should be chaining her up. Crap, stupid teenage hormones, I really need to pull myself together. I opened my eyes and was puzzles by the expression on her face. She looked almost disappointed or defeated, although she still looked damn hot. As I looked back up at her and started push her off of me, her expression changed again. She pushed me back to the ground, lowering her face until it was inches away from mine.  Her hypnotising eyes staring deeply into mine, I could swim in her eyes forever. We stayed still for a moment as we both breathed each other in. Before I had only noticed the woodsy smell of the forest, now that I was closer I could pick up several other scents. They didn’t belong to her, they didn’t fit her. As I inhaled once more I picked up even more. Suddenly the scar on her thigh made a lot more sense; she had been attacked and abused. Of course that was obvious from her appearance but now it was clear it wasn’t just physically. She had been raped over and over again. Generally rogues were known for being promiscuous but rape is really out of character for any Lycan. There was something defiantly different about this rogue. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. As the thought ran through my head her body stiffened, I could swear her eyes looked sad. Within a split second that sadness disappeared again. There was more her, she’s a complex creature and I like it. Well I would love it, if we had met under different circumstances. Right now though I had to see her as nothing but a dirty rogue, instead of the sexy goddess she appeared to be. Suddenly her full rosy lips were crashing down on mine, filling me with such pleasure that I’ve never known. Then again what else can you expect from a guy who has never kissed a girl before. I could feel her lips turn up into a smile against mine, as she continued to kiss me harder. The pleasure that came over me was out of this world. Perhaps I didn’t need any experience; I must be a natural she seems to be enjoying it. Right stop Tyler enough is enough, I need to take control. I need to stop before I can’t. I wriggled my arms free as she started to kiss down my neck, which made it a little harder, in more ways than one. She must have realised this as well as she gasped a little. I placed my hands on her shoulder and started to push her off of me.

     “Enough get off me you filthy rogue!” I shouted, sounding less than convincing.

     “Come you don’t really want me stop, you know you like It.” she said as she smiled at me seductively.

It seemed so strange hearing those words come from someone who looked so young.

      “No I don’t, so stop it.” I shouted back.

     “There’s no point in lying, I know you’re enjoying It.” she said as she bit her bottom lip as grinded herself against me again.

     “No I’m not!” I snapped turning away from her.

She was right there was no point in lying; the evidence to prove otherwise was digging into her inner thigh.Her eyes lit up as she grinded into me once more, it felt awesome I had been missing out that’s for sure. I so wished that I could let this go further because I would totally hit this. The more she rubbed herself on me the more I wanted her. If I could I would show what a real man is like, I’d show more respect than any other man had ever done. I’d prove to her that we’re not all dicks.

     “Stop thinking, stop fighting, and just give in to It.” she whispered in my ear.

My hands loosened from her shoulders as I was overcome with pleasure. She nibbled and sucked my earlobe, before working her way down my neck to my collar bone. It was like her lips were casting a spell over, I couldn’t fight it anymore. This was just too good. I watched her as she sat up; she lifted one arm and swept her hair over her right shoulder. Once again her beauty left me breathless. I could stop my hands from exploring her naked body. They glided up her silky thighs, then her toned stomach and then cupping her pert firm breasts. As I looked up to her stunning face I saw a glint of lust in her eyes.

     “You’re so beautiful.” I heard myself say, I was in such a daze.

I was surprised to notice she was blushing. Which seemed a little strange, she was sat on me stark naked and she’s embarrassed about me calling her beautiful. I slowly removed my hands from chest and pulled myself up to sitting, so I face to face with her. . I pulled her close to me into a tight embrace and kissed her passionately, so much so that I felt her body melt into my. For the first time she seemed completely relaxed. She was enjoying this kiss as much as I was. She moved herself slightly and wrapped her legs around my waist, pressing herself even closer to me. She pushed herself away slightly, gripping onto the top of my vest. I smiled and moaned as she ripped the top off of me, throwing the scraps of it across the room. She wrapped her arm back and around me and began to kiss me again, digging her nails into my back. I let out sigh as I felt her nails run up and down my back. She began to kiss me harder and hard, grinding herself against me faster and faster. Waves of pleasure were soaring through, every inch of my body tingled. I wanted her so badly; I wanted to feel myself inside her. I kissed her neck and grabbed hold of her backside, pulling her closer to me still. She let out a little moan which only fuelled my passion further. My mind was filled with nothing but her and how good she was making me feel. I brushed my teeth on her neck. I was so tempted to claim her as my own. I wanted to take her away from the life she living and show how life could really be. I wanted her to be mine completely. Just as I was about to sink my teeth into her creamy skin, I felt something hard smash into my head. I feel quickly to the floor feeling dizzy and confuse. The back of my head was beginning to feel damp.

     “What the fuck!” I shouted out in pain.

I tried to look over at her but I couldn’t focus on her, I was seeing double. I heard the clatter on a chain on the floor and felt her get off of me.

     “I belong to no man!” she shouted at me. “You foolish boy, I would never be interested in a male as pathetic as you!” she continued.

    “You dirty whore!” I shouted back at her weakly.

I tried to pull myself up but she kicked me in the ribs, sending crashing into the wall. She walked over at me to me slowly and spat in my face.

     “Call me whore again and will not leave to see another day!” she growled at me.

She quickly turned away from me and ran up the stairs. I put my hand in my pocket, only to find she had pinched the keys.

     “Shit!” I shouted in frustration.

I hauled myself off the ground and staggered towards the step. As I reached the bottom she was just opening the door. With every step I felt myself getting stronger again. I ran up the stairs as quickly as I could in my current condition, grabbing the door before it shut. She may be escaping but at least I didn’t get myself locked in.