19. Maya

19

Maya

"Goddammit, Maya, do not make me kill you!"

No!

I came to, screaming into the void, and instantly knew I was fucked. Trapped by an endless chasm on all sides, I had no way of reaching my wolf. Instead, I watched helplessly as she launched herself at Juniper again. Blood sprayed as I made contact, but she shrieked as she was thrown into the wall.

"Enough!"

Rhyson's voice thundered through the cabin, and my wolf instantly cowered on the floor. This was my chance. While she was distracted, I threw myself at the chasm, but it was like hitting an invisible wall. Painfully, I bounced back.

"Can you walk?" Rhyson asked in a low voice, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Yeah," Juniper gasped. "God, that bitch can fight."

"Go next door. Don't let anyone come in here until I say so."

Head down, Juniper hurried out of the cabin, and it was just me and Rhyson.

Or rather, my wolf and Rhyson.

Lips curling, she bared her teeth, but Rhyson just chuckled. "Do not growl at me, little one. You belong to me, and we both know it. On the bed. Let me see to you."

Magic flowed through us, and we obeyed, although she was annoyed by it. Jumping on the bed, I winced as I felt her pain. It was odd how disconnected we were and yet I felt everything she was going through. Hesitantly, I touched the barrier again, but it held strong.

The wolf was completely in control.

Slowly, his hands ran over my body, and she relaxed. Pleasure mixed with the pain, and I wrinkled my nose. Of course she would be enjoying this. Shocking, since usually when a man touched us, it was not for pleasure.

Talk to me, I begged her. Tell me why you're not giving me control.

As always, I was met with silence.

"Juniper got her licks in, didn't she?" Rhyson muttered. "You're lucky she didn't kill you. You're a fighter, little one, but you're not trained. Still, you're healing quickly. Can you let Maya back out?"

My wolf growled at him, and he chuckled. "She doesn't give you much freedom, does she?"

The wolf growled again, and Rhyson paused. "No, that's not it. I've put her in danger, and you're protecting her."

When she lay down, Rhyson sighed. "I see. I am glad you're here to protect her. Truly, I am. I made a promise to keep her safe, and I'm having a hard time keeping it. This place is so different from anything that I know."

At the sound of his voice, she rumbled, and he continued to stroke her fur with his hand. Annoyed, I pounded on the invisible wall. Hey! Do not let your guard down! He's still an asshole! Are you listening to me?

"At least one of you will talk to me. Unfortunately, I cannot reach you the way I reach other wolves. You have your own secrets, don't you? Maybe one day, she will tell me. For now, I need you to let her out. We are vulnerable here, and I cannot have a wolf walking around in complete control."

To my surprise, she started to shift. Sighing, I stepped back and waited for the barrier to come down so I could take control.

And waited. And waited. And waited.

By the time the shift finished, I truly started to panic.

I was human, and my wolf was still in control.

"Maya?" Rhyson immediately got off the bed, but my wolf reached out and tugged him back on.

Shit, shit, shit! With a shriek, I began to pound harder against the barrier as my wolf straddled Rhyson and rubbed against him.

Naked. My body was completely naked, and she was getting ready to fuck him.

Rhyson's hands circled mine, and he flipped us so we were under him. "You are so goddamn beautiful," he breathed. "But I know you're not Maya. And we are not doing this."

My heart pounded, and I closed my eyes. Please don't do this to me, I begged. Please.

Slowly, the barrier melted, and I flew up quickly to take control. When I opened my eyes, I was me again, and Rhyson was still hovering over me. "I think your wolf likes me," he said huskily.

Nervously, I licked my lips. My body was pliable and so fucking wet and needy for him. His hands started to move from my hips, upward, slowly stroking me. "Yeah," I managed. "Well, she's never done that before."

"Taken complete control of your body?" he whispered as his hands moved up to my ribcage. My body betrayed me, and I arched into his touch. "Tried to fuck someone?"

"Yes."

"God, Maya. Is that a yes to my question or a yes to keep touching you?" he growled quietly. "Do you want what your wolf wants? Do you want me inside you again, fucking you until you scream?"

I would not answer that question. I would not admit what I'd been desperately trying to hide since the first time he touched me, and I certainly wouldn't be admitting it because my fucking wolf boxed me in.

Not that it mattered. My body was doing all the talking for me. I'd finally taken control of my body, and yet I had no control at all.

It was his. I was his.

When the wolf monster had taken me, I'd felt nothing but fear. I'd been at the mercy of torturers plenty, but they'd all been at least a little tethered by my father. He couldn't have a dead daughter on his hands. There would be talk.

But the monster? He'd had no such tether. When he'd thrown me to the ground, my last conscious thought was that I'd never wake up again.

Now, I felt alive. I wanted to be alive in Rhyson's arms—under his control, his touch, his teeth.

His tongue.

Moaning, I wrapped my legs around him and bucked my hips against his hard cock. He growled in approval, and the sound went straight through me. He reached between my legs. "Mine," he whispered.