Chapter 19 - Kyle

As the evening winds down, Leslie invites me to bed, and I follow her eagerly. My body and mind are still fatigued from the night before, and I know the only thing that will soothe me enough to fall asleep is holding her in my arms.

When I lie down beside her, my body relaxes immediately. I can hear the soft sounds of the night outside the window, a nocturnal melody playing behind the steady beat of her heart and the rhythm of her breath. Immersed in her scent, my arms wrapped around her soft curves, I let myself drift.

And fall straight into hell.

Like with all of my nightmares, there is no transition. I’m just suddenly in a different world. It looks like the forest, but shades of gray dominate the landscape, monochrome trees and silvery fog instead of rich green and brown. All around me, I hear bloodcurdling howls.

Leslie’s scent is strong, and I search for her through the mist. I can barely see the ground before my feet. Hot blood pounds in my temples, and my tight chest restricts my breath, making me dizzy.

The pattering of swiftly running paws comes towards me, and Leslie’s scent gets even stronger. I look up eagerly, hoping to see her face in this place and know it’s not a nightmare anymore.

Then, the figure steps out of the mist. I see her gray eyes, almost the same color as the fog around us. Her bright hair looks dull and dark. Her lovely smile is twisted into a painful frown.

“Leslie?” I whisper.

Suddenly, she’s thrown to the ground from something behind her. I rush to help her, but a savage growl nearby holds me back.

“Don’t move,” a harsh voice commands, “or she dies.”

I freeze in place, looking around for the source of the voice. Dark shapes appear all around me, solid figures remaking themselves out of shadows. As they come into clear view, I see the faces of everyone I knew in the Sawpit Pack.

“No,” I moan. “This can’t be happening.”

“But it is happening.”

Chris’s voice cracks through the air, drawing my eye back to Leslie. Chris is standing behind her, holding her on her knees with his hands on her throat.

The fear that hits me then is the most intense emotion I’ve ever experienced. Sweat breaks out all over my body, and I can’t hear anything over my blood roaring in my ears. I try to breathe, but I can’t. All I can do is stare.

“What do you want?” I finally croak. “I’ll do anything.”

“Oh, I know you will,” a cruel voice answers. I know who it is before he steps out of the mist to my right.

“Jethro,” I mutter.

He points at me and grins. “Got it in one, bro. Look at you, all alive and stuff. Got yourself a little girly and all. That’s a mighty fine effort for a dead guy.”

“Jethro, I—”

“Oh, don’t bother, kiddo. We thought you were a goner—seriously, the way you went over those falls. I should have checked for a body. I usually do. But here’s the thing, kid—I trusted you.”

“No.”

“Trusting people is not something I usually do.” Jethro’s voice turns hard. “That means I have to punish you in particularly painful ways.”

“Jethro, please. Just hurt me, I’m the one you want. Let Leslie go.”

He laughs, slapping his knee. “But why would I do that when she’s the one thing I can use to do the most harm to you?”

Jethro walks over to where Chris is holding her, and they yank her to her feet. Chris holds her by her upper arms while Jethro grabs her chin and shakes her a little.

“Pretty thing, isn’t she? I wouldn’t mind a taste myself.” While holding onto her jaw with one hand, Jethro has a grope with the other.

Enraged, I rush at him, only to have five wolves leap at me and pin me to the ground.

“Leslie!” I scream, struggling against their grip. She’s crying. I can see her tears as Jethro touches her, laughing the whole time.

“Now I want you to feel true pain,” Jethro hisses at me. He raises one hand, partially shifting so his nails are long, razor-sharp claws.

“No! Please, no!”

Jethro’s eyes shimmer with the power of his wolf as he grins at me. In one swift move, he turns to Leslie and slashes her throat open.

Blood is pouring from the wound in her neck, and I can hear myself screaming, struggling desperately against the grip of the wolves holding me. Over it all, Jethro is laughing and laughing, a sound of pure, gleeful joy.

He’s a fucking monster. He’s even worse than I thought!

Suddenly, one of the hands holding me down takes a stronger grip on my shoulder, shaking me. I can hear my name being called and shake my head, trying to get away.

“KYLE! Please wake up! Wake up, Kyle!”

Leslie’s voice cuts through the dream, shocking me awake. I’m drenched in cold sweat, writhing and struggling against the sheets that have gotten tangled around me. I grab Leslie so hard, she lets out a little shriek, but I pull her against my chest and tighten my arms around her, trying to calm myself down.

“You’re alright,” Leslie whispers. “I promise you, you’re okay, Kyle.”

I shake my head, unable to answer her. My fears aren’t irrational; they’re extremely real, especially now that the Sawpit Pack is moving on us.

Even though Leslie holds me tightly and strokes my back, trying to soothe me, I can’t stop trembling. Finally, she wriggles around in my arms and stretches her body against mine, stroking my face.

“Shh,” she whispers, kissing me. “Forget it, my love. Forget it all, and lose yourself in me.”

I can’t resist her kiss. Desperately, I pull her against me, filling my hands with her huge breasts and beautiful big hips. Her mouth is hot and slick as I explore her lips with mine and search for her tongue.

Her hands tighten on my waist, and I wrap my arms around her and push us over so I’m on top. Leslie writhes under me, wrapping her legs around my hips. I bury my head in her shoulder and thrust my body against hers, feeling the tension in me switch from fear to arousal.

With a harsh gasp, I pull back a little, pulling her nightgown down to reveal her breasts. I grip one and give it a hard squeeze before lowering my mouth to find her other nipple with my tongue.

Leslie cries out, her body bending at the waist as she thrusts towards me. I knead at her breasts with both hands, going from one nipple to the other, teasing with flicks of my tongue and hard pressure with my lips.

When her moans sound high and plaintive, I wrap my arms around her and look up so I can see her beautiful face. Her eyes are wide, shimmering in the dark as she looks at me with longing and lust.

I reach down, stroking her pussy, feeling her hot and slick under my fingers. I push through the delicate lips and gently rub the edges, sliding my hand up and down, almost entering her.

She grabs my shoulders and arches her back, encouraging me. I keep teasing, barely penetrating her with my finger as she grinds against my hand.

“Fuck me, Kyle!” she gasps. “Please, fuck me!”

Pleasure shudders through me, and I grab my cock, rubbing it against the slick, warm folds until she thrusts her hips desperately against me. My own body answers the movement, and I slip inside.

For a moment, I stay completely still, my arms wrapped around her and my cock pressed as deeply inside her as it can possibly go. Leslie goes wild underneath me, her nails digging into my back as she thrashes back and forth.

Her pussy clenches around my cock, going into a series of spasms that make me gasp and shudder. As Leslie settles down, clinging to me weakly, I feel a new wave of lust roaring through me, sweeping all the clutter from my mind.

I love this woman.

I wrap my arms more firmly around her, holding her shoulders tightly as I start to slowly thrust in and out. I take my time with every single stroke, watching her face as I draw myself all the way out and then slide back in.

Leslie’s eyes flutter open, and she gazes up at me. I feel her heels digging into the backs of my thighs and her hands gripping my upper arms. I can’t stop looking at her as I use my slow rhythm to pleasure her inch by inch.

She whimpers, her pussy clenching around me. I push my hips forward and rock a little, waiting. All of a sudden, she throws back her head, closes her eyes, and cries out as goosebumps rush across her skin. Her pussy grips my cock and spasms over and over again.

When the multiple orgasms slow down, she opens her eyes and looks at me. One hand comes up to gently stroke my face, and she shakes her head a little.

“You’re amazing,” she whispers.

My eyes sting, and I look away from her, wrapping my arms around her to bury my face in her shoulder.

I have never been told by anyone that I’m amazing, and I don’t think I will ever believe it.

Leslie’s heels dig into me again, and she thrusts her hips against me. A loud moan echoes out of my throat as I feel how wet she is.

I start to move my hips slowly and gently, bringing my face back to hers so I can softly kiss her on the lips. Leslie moans, wrapping her hands around my back as she thrashes against me, urging me on.

I let my body take control, thrusting into her hard and fast. Leslie responds to my every move with a loud cry, holding onto me as I pound her into the mattress. As my cock thickens inside her, I can feel the spasms as she comes again and again.

Finally, Leslie lets out a long, drawn-out cry, clinging to me. Ragged gasps tear from my throat as the orgasm blasts through me, robbing my body of strength as my cock shudders and jerks deep inside her hot, wet pussy.

Both of us breathe heavily, holding onto each other until the waves subside. I slip down beside her, gathering her against my chest. Leslie murmurs softly, a nonsensical happy sound as she wraps her arms around my waist and snuggles against my chest.

Even though the nightmare has faded, the fear still lurks in my heart. Every moment with this woman only strengthens my love for her, and I know I can’t bear to lose her.

The way I felt before can’t compare to how I feel now. I don’t think I can ever forgive myself for hurting her. I will always be amazed that she gave me another chance.

I tighten my arms around her, reassuring myself that she is still snuggled against me. I know that I almost destroyed her when I left last time, and I vow never to do her that kind of harm ever again.

I could get killed on this mission to deal with the Sawpit Pack. We have to go all-out if we are going to put them down for good—and we have to, if we want to protect our own.

I don’t want to share the depth of my feelings with Leslie, just in case I never come back and my words haunt her for the rest of her days.

Far better to leave things as they are, I decide. Then she might be able to recover… and find love again…

Even though I don’t want to fully explain myself, I still want to make it up to her after all that I’ve done, and all the hurt I could still do. Even if I can’t say the words, I will show her in every way I can just how special she is to me.