40. Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Emm

I stretched on the plush bed, sinking into its softness and relishing the sensation of the fuzzy pillow against my face, gently stroking it up and down. The pillow carried the lingering scent of Locke, filling my lungs and instantly soothing me. As I nestled deeper into the cozy blankets, my skin warmed, prompting me to burrow further, seeking maximum comfort.

The cabin was smaller than the master bedroom of the pack-house and I almost preferred it. I felt safer here, more confined. Especially when Locke would join me on the bed and wrap me up in his arms.

I never thought I would be a cuddler, but he has made me a cuddle slut.

I've lost count how many days we have been at the cabin. I'm guessing about a week, only because our scents have intermingled with the nest and the cabin, which is a stark difference from what it was in the beginning.

When I first woke, the floor was covered in dirt, leaves and twigs. An animal may have lived here, because there were hunks of fur, rats, nests and old blankets on the floor. The bed, however, was new, as were the mattress, blankets and pillows.

Inside was a small kitchen, a bathroom with a toilet and a generator that gave us just enough electricity to fuel the lights. We mostly used candles, and the ambiance of that was comforting.

Despite the desolate cabin, I found solace in Locke's embrace. Tears were constant when I lay awake. Even as I wrestled with my emotions and attempted to distance myself, he remained steadfast by my side.

He let out growls of protest when I tried to push him away. He would pull me to his chest and pet my hair. His purrs grew so loud that the entire bed would shake and it echoed in the room. But it was what I needed. I was stubborn, and he knew what I needed even more than I knew myself.

"You need comfort. I'm here for that, " he would say.

I'd sniff and cry, telling him to leave and to go help his pack. He never would, told me his beta, Grim, would be in charge until he returned. His gamma was Hawke, and his delta would be Sizzle, once his dragon returned.

I was still getting used to the lingo and what all of those terms meant, but it was just a social ladder of who was in charge when one was not present.

Locke left periodically, mostly when I slept and wasn't thrashing through the night. The guilt ate at me; tore at me, not just because of Abuela's death, but because I couldn't get up and help the newly formed pack.

I had sunk into a depression, and I worried if I would ever get out.

Locke cleaned up the cabin as I lay in bed sleeping. I've never seen a man clean in my life, but Locke wasn't just a man. He was an alpha and I believe he was making do with the den we had because he had set it up quickly. The next time I woke from a nap, it was a cozy cottage in the woods, near the bar.

He even hung up the damn curtains.

A small bouquet of flowers sat on the table. There was always a loaf of bread and food in a small icebox. It was so fucking endearing that it would make me cry all over again.

And that would set him off.

He went from my psycho stalker, gnawing off my enemy's hand and leaving it at my doorstep, to an over-brooding mother hen. He picked me up, held me in his arms and rocked me, petting my cheek with his thumb, letting his thick musk scent envelope me and crush me until I was a big pile of goo.

How this scenting thing worked, I wasn't sure. Could women do it? I wanted to do it to him when he got upset.

But he wasn't even upset, right now. He was holding onto me, keeping me grounded. It was almost annoying.

"It's alright, baby. I gotcha." He heard me sniffing. With my back turned to him, he immediately came over to the bed and scooped me up. I was naked; that way the entire time I'd been here, and I hadn't minded it at all.

"Hey, how's my princess doing today?"

"Better," I linked, not wanting to speak. " I need to get out of bed and stop this self-pity."

Locke hummed and set me on his thigh. He pushed my hair away and pressed kisses up my shoulder. When I moved, I felt something hard move against me, and that was the first time I felt something up my ass.

My eyes widened and I moved around some more, then jumped up off his lap. Locke smirked and rubbed my ass tentatively.

"Something wrong, Princess? What's got you standing?"

I glared at him. "There's something in my ass."

Locke chuckled and bit his lip. "Is there now? I wonder what it could be?"

Locke tried several things to lift my spirits, even though he knew mourning was part of the process. He said, even to this day he gets upset about his sister and his mother, and there isn't a day that goes by that he doesn't think about them, but he tries to keep the pain away.

He'd told me stories, even though I could reach into his mind and find them myself. I found it so invasive; I didn't want to do that, nor did I have the skill. So, he told me bedtime stories about him and Grim, and how the club came to be.

After Blood Rose was no more, he took the carriage that held massive amounts of gold, and the horses, and took the long trek to the nearest portal. Along the way, he found Grim, just as beat up and lost as he was.

Their smells were similar then, the smell of rogues with no pack. They decided that since their situations were the similar, they would travel together to the Earth realm and die in peace on Earth.

That vision changed when they saw others just like them dying off along their journey. Many deserved to be rogues. They had refused any sort of bond or were wicked. What Locke and Grim noticed was that the rogues who paired together didn't go rabid as quickly.

As they pondered those findings, they concocted the idea in their heads about making a group of rogues under the disguise of an MC. The more rogues together, the longer they could last before they went rabid.

Because all living things want to survive, why couldn't they?

And motorcycles seemed like the logical choice. It was the perfect cover for roughnecks like them. Plus, they could ride, go fast and feel the wind in their hair. They couldn't very well run through the forest like they used to.

Locke had the most hope that one day they would achieve redemption, maybe even a second chance, but they knew very well that it was a far-fetched idea, especially Grim. They didn't know where to start in the beginning, until one day he found a letter with a gold weighted scale embossed on the front, with feathers on one side and coins on the other.

Locke said, at first, he thought it was a joke and threw away the letter, but it appeared back on his desk the moment he turned his back. He figured he'd humor whatever ghost, god or entity had thrown it back there, and took some of his stronger men to a site that had women held in cages. It was their first mission.

It was sloppy, he said. They should have been caught, but the enemy didn't know they were coming. They were a small group but after that night they took it more seriously, and the letters kept coming; the missions larger and more complicated.

They never lost.

Not once did Locke and his men turn down a mission, even though he took his men to church and asked if they wanted to complete it. His members had to do something; they couldn't sit on their asses. No shifter, rogue or any other supernatural could sit on their ass and do nothing. Thus, they started the Iron Fang. The one percent of MCs that took care of the weak, especially women.

Locke and Grim used the gold stolen from the Blood Rose pack to get started. The left-over gold still buried underneath this cabin. If we are ever in any financial need, Locke told me that beneath the rug and floorboard, we would find twenty more gold bars and that would keep the club running.

The club was self-sufficient, now, though. With Locke's investments in the human world—we didn't need to use the gold from his home realm of Elysian. It was just back-up gold at this point.

He was resourceful. I'd give him that.

There was a mirror in the small bathroom, and I sauntered over to it. The mirror was too high to see the thing poking my asshole and I groaned, trying to bend my ass over and see what was back there. But I had a good idea what it was.

"Did—did you plug me?" I tried not to smile, but it spread across my face anyway.

"Maybe," he drawled. "Figured it was one way to get you outta bed."

I bit my lip and walked back toward him. Luckily, I kept up with my hygiene by taking a dip in the lake. Locke cleaned up the dried blood, dirty sweat, and tears from the first few days while I was passed out from exhaustion, but I was determined not to let him see me as a hairy human.

"Sorry, a lot happened at once. I should have gotten up, especially with the pack I—"

"Shh, shh," Locke soothed, and pulled on me, so I straddled his legs. "My luna needs to take care of her physical and emotional health first, before she can tackle a pack. Besides, the mind-link was a mess. I've been detangling all that for the pack while staying in here with you. It isn't like I was sittin' pretty either."

Guilt hung heavy in my chest.

"Fucking gods, Emmie, don't do that." He pulled on my hips and kissed my soft stomach. "Before I set off from Blood Rose, you wanna know how long I stayed in that barren wasteland before I took off with all that gold? Two months."

My heart skipped a beat.

"It broke me losing my mother. You have every right to grieve. The only difference is you've got me, your family is this pack and your sister. And that sister of yours keeps pestering me to see you." He rolled his eyes. "By the way, that nephew of yours, he's cute as fuck."

I giggled and wrapped my arms around my mate. "Yeah, he's cute. When I talked to him on the phone, the other day he said he was ready to go to an actual school. Are you sure it's safe for him around here?"

Locke gave me a look, one that I knew would get me in a heap of trouble later for even thinking the area around here isn't safe.

He better not edge me. My poor body can't take it.

"Of course it is. It's one school building for all grades. Police are there and if it makes you feel more comfortable, we can station some prospects out there until things die down."

I nodded and took a breath. "Until my father is caught, the cartel and all, I think it would be for the best."

Locke smirked, a fang descending from his lip. "Baby, you don't need to worry about that. Your alpha has that all taken care of."

I raised a brow, and he pulled me down over the bed. My ass was in the air and he landed a large slap to it. I could feel it ripple and Locke massaged away the sting. "Now, let me have some fun with this.

Locke stood and I heard him put his hand in his jeans, listening to the fabric between his fingers. I could hear everything so much clearer now, it was multiplied times twenty.

"That's it, don't move. In fact—" he went to the drawer and pulled out a set of handcuffs.

I picked my head off the bed. "Hey those are—"

"From your RV? Yeah, I had someone grab them. Amongst other things." His voice was dark, and I heard the clink of the cuffs. He grabbed my wrists, firmly planting them behind my back and locked them in place. I heard them click and my breath hitched.

Locke's dominant side was coming to the surface, and a shiver of anticipation ran down my spine as I lay there, helpless and at his mercy. His touch was firm, yet gentle as he explored every inch of my exposed skin. His lips trailed fiery kisses along my back, igniting a hunger deep within me that only he could satisfy.

"Hold still," he rasped and picked up the phone from the bed. He parted my cheeks and I heard the click of his phone. "Perfect."

He. Did. Not.

"Have a look." He brought the phone up to me and showed the picture he just took. Of course, it was my backside with a plug, and at the base it said, ‘Luna' on it. "You like it? I'll get you more."

I rolled my eyes and wiggled. He gave me another hard smack, and I squealed.

My body was already responding. It always did. Even in the nights where we slept together in this cabin. I couldn't recall how many times I woke up with his face between my thighs, his tongue licking my slit like a starved man, then knotting me over and over.

Depression did not slow down my sex drive, and the sex was a great distraction. Abuela would have been happy for me.

This plug, though, this was something new.

"If you are a good girl, I'll let you come."

I arched my back, wordlessly begging for more. His painfully hard erection dug into my ass as he kissed my back, licking, sucking and trailing painfully slow kisses down my skin.

"Locke," I whined and wiggled my ass.

"I haven't even got to the middle of your back and I can already smell you. You've stunk up the whole room, haven't you?" One hand rested on my hip, the other trailed up my inner thigh. He stood back and watched his painstakingly slow hands reach up to my slit.

"My gods, you are just dripping. What a sweet luna you are, getting all wet for your alpha to knot you."

I panted, my back arching off the bed. I could feel the usually soft blankets feel rough on my pierced nipples.

"Locke, please," I begged.

He hummed, swirling his finger around my arousal and placing the pad of his finger on my clit. "You beg so prettily. You only beg for my knot, don't you? Never for anything else."

I whined and pushed back.

He tsked. "I want to do something different, if you are up for it, Princess."

Locke backed away and went to the nightstand drawer. It was rickety and made a loud creaking noise. There was a towel, and wrapped up inside was another version of my old dildo, the one I nicknamed The Prolapser.

"I wanna stick this in your luscious ass while I knot your pussy."

My breath hitched, and my eyes hooded. I've never been done in the ass.

Locke, able to read my thoughts, grabbed a bottle of lube and sauntered back over. I eyed him as he dropped it on the bed and took off his shirt. "I'll go slow. I wanna fill you up real good, baby."

My heart thrummed with excitement and nervousness. Since I was Lycan, I could take this right?

Locke chuckled, and I heard the zipper of his fly go down and his pants drop. "This won't be painful. Uncomfortable, yes. But I put a big ass plug in you and you accepted it just fine. Let's get you to come first."

I mewled like a damn cat when I felt two of his fingers push inside me and he pumped them along with his hips, pushing me into the mattress.

"That's it, take these fingers. I want you nice and wet. I'm thirsty and need something to drink."

Locke was playing with the plug, pulling it half out and pushing it back in. Between his fingers and the plug, my body was tensing, feeling the strange sensation in my ass and in my clit.

"You're so tense, let me see you squirt, baby."

His dirty words had me coming faster than I intended and I cried out his name. My wrists tightened around the cuffs and my sensitive breasts rubbed against the sheets.

Gods.

I wanted more.

My mate ran his fingers up my leg, pushing them deep inside me again and pulled them out, along with the plug. I watched over my shoulder as his fingers entered his mouth and heard him slurp up my arousal.

"Fucking delicious, baby. No squirting yet, but we will get there."

My empty ass contracted. After having a plug, I felt so utterly empty, but I knew it wouldn't be long before I was filled again.

He reached for the lubricant next to him on the bed, opening it with one hand, while maintaining the rhythm with the other. I could feel my body ease into his touch, my muscles yielding to the familiar sensation of being claimed. Locke's eyes met mine when I turned around briefly, heat in his eyes.

As he lubed up the toy and his fingers, I couldn't help but worry about the size of it. My eyes trailed down to the dildo wrapped in the towel, and a shiver ran down my spine. I wasn't sure if I was ready for this, but the anticipation was turning me on.

Locke positioned the lubed-up toy at the entrance of my ass, and I held my breath, not knowing what to expect. He looked at me, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. We'll take it slow."

With those comforting words, he pushed the tip of the toy inside me, and I let out a sharp intake of breath. The feeling was unlike anything I had experienced before - a mix of pain and pleasure that sent my senses reeling. I clenched my hands into fists, my eyes were staring straight ahead as Locke continued to inch the toy deeper into my ass.

He stopped momentarily, letting me adjust to the sensation. "Are you okay?" he asked, his concern clear in his voice. "Say ‘tamale' if you want me to stop."

"Okay," I croaked, nearly laughing. My throat felt dry suddenly with unease, but I felt through our bond how he was trying to lighten my spirits. It was all still an unfamiliar feeling, but I knew trusting Locke was the key to this new experience.

With a nod, he resumed pushing the toy inside. It felt like an eternity before the length was inside me, stretching my ass in a way I never knew was possible. My body protested at first, but soon it accepted the sensation, and I let out a low moan.

Locke pulled out the toy halfway, leaving a void that I knew was about to be filled. He positioned his shaft near my pussy, grabbed my hips with his free hand and nudged his cock against my entrance. Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself for what was to come.

"Ready?" Locke asked.

"As I'll ever be."

He thrust inside me, filling me in a way I had never known before. The pain and pleasure intermingled, and I felt my body respond to his touch. Locke began to move in and out, driving both the toy and his cock further into my body with every thrust. I couldn't help but feel completely full, and it was exhilarating.

"Are you alright?" Locke asked, concerned.

"Yes," I panted, my breaths coming in quick gasps. "I'm fine."

He picked up the pace, his cock pounding into me while the toy remained buried deep in my ass. Every thrust sent electric shocks through my body, and I felt the familiar sensation of being on the edge of climax.

"Locke!"

"That's it. You are all full. Fuck, I can feel how stuffed you are."

Locke's choked voice had me speechless, and I pushed back against every one of his thrusts. "I think I'm going to—"

"Come!" Locke roared, shoving his knot inside me. Once his knot was inside he pulled it in and out, letting it stretch in and out of my entrance. All the while he continued to deeply thrust the dildo in my ass.

I felt my arousal coat his shaft as his come was filling my body. I couldn't hold myself up because of the cuffs and I felt my face move against the fabric. Surely, I would have a fabric burn against my face.

Locke's thrusts slowed, his knot and shaft still pulsing in my body. He slipped the dildo out of me, and I moaned when he dropped it on the towel to wrap it up.

"What a good fucking luna you are. Taking all those dicks in your body," he purred.

Locke laid on his side, keeping his knot buried inside me as it continued to spurt. "My sweet luna, my brave, beautiful Emmie."