35. Silver Chains

35

Silver Chains

O kay, maybe riding on the back of a werewolf isn't that bad when you know he's your mate. Something about the whole predestined, only-for-each-other sentiment makes it a little less degrading and a hell of a lot more arousing.

We woke at the crack of dawn. I could barely believe how much better I felt after a full night's sleep and a few orgasms with my mate. I feel better than I have in years, which gives me the confidence that I'll be able to defeat Jack and the Hunters.

The plan is to check on Granny, fill her in on everything that's happened, and hope she's not too brainwashed to ignore it or suffer another seizure. Cameron will stay with her to ensure her safety. I will head to Jack's, mustering up all my high-school theater kid skills to put on the biggest performance of my life and act like Cameron did, in fact, brainwash me, and now I am back to myself and want to help Jack defeat the werewolves—all while recording the conversation and getting him to reveal that the Hunters murdered those people in the clearing. Jack may be stupid, but I doubt he'll believe it. I hope a little cleavage and stroking his ego will do the trick. If anything, he'll tie me up and reveal his evil plan like a nineteen-fifties cartoon villain like he did last time. Hopefully, I don't get knocked out again, but I'm not too worried since I know I have a mate with a powerful, all-healing dick.

We couldn't get Cameron's truck to drive to Granny's—too much of a risk, and although I tried to insist that I could make the journey on my own two feet, it didn't take Cameron much to convince me to hop on his wolfy back. It would take forever by human feet.

My fingers dig into his coarse fur, Cameron's folded clothes wedged between my armpit, and I hunch forward as he sprints through the woods. My cunt grinds up and down on his back, and I nearly get off from the sensation. I'm not focused on the alarming speed or keeping the granola bar Cameron gave me before we left in my stomach. The sensation of his body under mine holds all of my attention.

I bite back a moan as Cameron slows down near the winding driveway to Granny's house. I clench my eyes and focus on returning my breathing to a normal tempo as I climb off Cameron, doing my best to think of un-arousing things—baseball, taxes—fuck it's hard.

"Are you okay?" Cameron asks, already transformed into his human form, completely naked. He takes my hand, and I will myself to focus on his eyes.

My cheeks heat, and I hand him his clothes from under my armpit. "Yeah, it's just…" I search for the right words.

He chuckles, stepping into his underwear. My eyes dart to his large dick before they disappear underneath the fabric. "Don't worry, feeling your wet cunt pressed against me was hot as fuck for me too." He hops in his pants and pulls his shirt over his muscular torso before pulling me in and kissing me.

I surrender myself to him, leaning in as his hands explore my backside. Thankfully, we're hidden by bushes at the side of Granny's yard. I grind against his length, hard under his jeans. The kiss deepens, and I'm about to completely drift away into a land of euphoria when a rational thought pops into my brain—we're not here to fuck in Granny's yard .

I pull back. "We should probably check on Granny," I say, breathy and labored.

He clenches his eyes and nods. "Yeah. You're right." He blows out a breath and adjusts himself before straightening his shoulders. "Alright, let's go." He grabs my hand and walks toward Granny's house.

The front door is unlocked as usual, and I swing it open. She only locks things up at night. "Granny, I'm home!" I call as I enter. I don't hear anything at first. Maybe she's sleeping. Her Volkswagon is out front, so I know she must be home. "Granny!" I try again, Cameron at my heels as I walk into the living room.

A sound comes from the kitchen, and my heart beats faster. I look back toward Cameron before charging toward the source. "Granny!" I scream once my eyes meet my Grandmother; her eyes are closed, but her chest rises and falls—sitting in a dining room chair—her hands bound behind her back.

Jack steps out from a shadow and places his hand on Granny's shoulder—his other hand puts a dagger at her throat. His eyes point to two wooden chairs back to back—handcuffs placed on the seat. "Silver chains on—now!"