13. Mabel

Chapter 13

"Puck, don't!" Zeb reaches for us.

The Hyde snarls like a wild animal, his jagged teeth glinting like metal in the shadows. His free hand lashes out, his too-long fingers curled and his nails looking every bit like knives. The threat is clear, and Zeb slams to a halt at it.

One of Puck's wide, electric-blue eyes watches the Jekyll while the other stays locked on my face, but when Zeb doesn't come closer, both roll back into place to stare down at me.

I don't move.

A low growl rumbles from Puck. He's scarred like Huck, his torso practically forming a topographical map of hell, but nothing of Huck's sweetness is in his eyes. His mad gaze is pure predator, deranged and totally feral. His lips pull away from his metal teeth, his mouth gaping like a too-large and distorted rictus from a skull, ready to bite me. Slowly, his fingers tighten on my neck, his knife-like nails pricking my skin until they're at the edge of drawing blood.

"Not… your enemy," I gasp, fighting to keep Creepy from taking over and turning this into a brawl.

The growling gets stronger. Hungrier. From the corners of my eyes, I can see Zeb and Phineas standing on either side of us, clearly torn between yanking him away and the possibility that they'll make this worse.

But then Puck draws in a deep breath like he's sniffing me. The growling changes, still hungry but now with approval in the sound. His crazed eyes never leaving me, he adjusts his position carefully, wedging my legs apart.

Until he can push between them.

He's hard beneath his sweatpants, and he feels strange somehow too. But as he situates himself against me, he rocks his hips forward, pressing his length to my core.

My chest catches in a tiny gasp.

His lips peel back again in a dark grin. "Mine." A long, forked tongue slips from between his jagged teeth to lick along the side of my neck. He inhales again, sharply like he's drawing my scent deep into his lungs, and he repeats in a growl. "Mine…"

He rocks his hips forward a second time, rubbing the length of his hard cock against my sweatpants and panties, massaging my clit beneath them.

And fuck… I like it.

I want more.

His eyes widen lasciviously, as if he can tell where my thoughts are going. "Give me mine," he growls.

"Puck…" Phineas warns. "She doesn't have to do anything she doesn't want?—"

The Hyde snarls at him, both eyes snapping up to Phineas. "Wants us like this."

Both Zeb and Phineas look at me. "Is that true?" Zeb asks.

Another growl comes from Puck. His grip releases my wrists, but only so he can yank one of my hands down and shove it into his pants.

My fingers wrap around his cock.

His ridged, curved, entirely-too-strange-to-be-human… cock.

My pussy throbs, and I know I'm wet as hell all over again. Creepy is practically throwing a party inside me, desperate to come out and play with the hot, psychotic Hyde who clearly wants to fuck us.

Gods help me, I'm pretty sure I'm on board with that too.

Creepy cheers inside my head. I'm the one in control of our body right now, so I can go first. But after I get fucked by all the guys' deranged, sexy Hydes, it's going to be her turn to play.

A breath leaves me at her proposal. All hell's going to break loose if that happens, but I also know it's that or she tries to take control right now.

Gods, I hope these guys have good insurance.

Grinning like he can see where my thoughts are going, Puck holds my wrist tightly and strokes my hand up and down his ridged cock. "Give this to you. Make you get all creamy and wet around me until you scream."

A growl leaves Phineas, a shudder rolling through him, and he turns away like he's fighting to retain control.

"Mabel?" Urgency fills Zeb's voice.

I swallow hard, and it takes me a moment before I can find my voice. "It's okay." I nod and admit the truth. "I want all of you like this too."

Phineas turns sharply, stalking a few steps closer with his eyes trained on me. I can see wildness to his gaze, hinting his Hyde is close to the surface even if it hasn't broken through yet. "You need to know." His voice is deeper with the rumble of a growl. "The Hydes… they may do or say things that seem a bit strange."

I tense. "Strange?"

"Such as wanting to breed you."

Well, if that's not a bucket of cold water on the situation.

Puck snarls at Phineas like he's mad the Jekyll brought it up. "My Mabel."

I ignore that as my heart races and my mind does too. "Well, I-I'm on birth control, so…" Shit, I don't know what to say.

Phineas just nods. "Good girl. Anything that happens will always be your choice. And if our Hydes don't agree with that—" He flashes me a grin. "Punch Beastly on his nose. It should startle him, and I'll come back."

Puck growls like he doesn't like the idea of any of us being interrupted.

"You show her respect, Puck," Phineas replies sharply.

The Hyde gives him a surly look. "Always respect." He turns back to me, muttering, "Growly Jekyll's no fun."

He bends down and nuzzles my cheek, rubbing himself against me. My insides melt toward liquid.

Watching us, a shudder rolls through Zeb, like he's fighting to stay in control while hunger flares in his gaze. "Promise me," he presses like he needs to be certain. "You're sure you want the Hydes?"

I nod.

Victory fills Puck's expression. "Mine first."

He moves fast, his sharp nails shredding my sweatpants away and taking my underwear with them. My t-shirt is next, sliced to pieces and then ripped aside, and shivers roll through me when the blades of his fingernails graze me without ever breaking my skin.

Puck hums with satisfaction, his wild, electric-blue eyes rolling in different directions, both raking over me as I lie naked on the floor before them all. "Yes. Mine."

He rips off his sweatpants, and my eyes widen. He really does have a cock with ridges on all sides. It's pale but darkened by inky blue skin on every crest. He's long, and his base is thicker than his pointed tip, as if he's been designed to stretch me and hit me deeply with every thrust.

Holy gods…

Lightning fast, he's back between my legs and slams his cock into my pussy.

I arch my back with a cry of shock and pleasure. He's huge, yes, but he's hitting me just right with that strange curve of his cock. When he eases out and then drives himself back into me, his ridges thrum against my muscles, sending pulses of pleasure radiating through my veins and amping up the sensation of him penetrating me.

I grab his ass and moan in spite of myself.

Puck chuckles, his voice low and hungry with something so devilish in the sound. "Mabel. My belle. My soft, wet belle. Gonna fill up your sexy pussy. Make you drip with my cum."

Gods save me, Huck's Hyde talks dirty.

He moves suddenly, hefting me upright. My legs wrap around his hips, and I'm higher in the air than I would be if he was in his Jekyll form, given how tall Puck is. His bony hips dig into my thighs, but the angle only serves to pull me tighter against him.

And bury his cock deeper in me.

His sharp nails rest against my ass, sending a thrill through me. At any moment, he could draw blood and somehow, that only makes this more intoxicating.

I'm fucked in the head, I realize, and not just because I have a Hyde in my mind who's currently riding high on having this mad creature thrust himself into us. I can't be normal if I think it's hot that one wrong move could skewer me in an entirely un-cock-like fashion.

Puck twists his long tongue up my neck and around the shell of my ear, and my eyes roll back.

Who needs normal anyway?

My pussy flutters around him as every jerk of his hips drives his cock into me so deep, I'm seeing stars. His deathly pale skin is cold against my breasts, a startling counterpoint to my own warm skin that somehow keeps me wholly focused on him. There's something wild about being with him, like I'm fucking an insane grim reaper or Death himself.

His nails prick my skin, sharp little bites of pain that I know aren't an accident. Not with how he's grinning at me. But the sensation sends my eyes flying wide as a powerful wave of need and pleasure swells in me, poised to crash down.

"Come, my belle," he growls at me.

I cry out, my whole body going tense around him as I come hard as if on command. He thrusts harder, driving his sharp hips into me and making me cling to his bony shoulders.

A wild noise escapes him as his cock shoots hot cum into me, and he grinds me into his hips as if to drive his release even deeper. "Mine," he growls.

I cling to him, my heart still pounding.

Puck holds me for a moment, one of his long-fingered hands running up and down my spine, and then he chuckles, the sound dark and devilish. The pain from the pinpricks on my ass is already fading, leaving only the shuddering aftershocks of all he did to me.

But then he leans to the side a bit and says to someone behind me, "Should give her more."

Oh gods, these men are going to have me unconscious for days from all the orgasms.

Creepy definitely doesn't think that's a bad thing.

I twist, attempting to figure out which of the guys he's talking to, but then Phineas is there.

Except it's not Phineas. It's his Hyde. He's seven feet tall and covered in fur. His tail whips behind him and clouds of green vapor rise around his muzzle as he sniffs in my scent.

"Beastly fucks you now too," Puck says to me with approval.

Phineas's Hyde growls, sounding every bit as wild as his name, and it sends an exhilarating shiver of fear straight back to some primal part of my mind.

But that primal part doesn't just feel that ancient fear of facing a monster. It's also aroused as hell at the idea of being claimed by the monster, and the combination is confusing and overwhelming all at the same time.

A low chuckle leaves Beastly. Even if he has the head of a wolf, I swear he grins.

Without preamble, he picks me up off Puck's cock, turns me to him, and thrusts himself into me.

Oh, holy gods…

I shriek as his thick cock stretches me, and I'm grateful Puck got me off first because I'm not sure I could've taken Beastly without being at least somewhat relaxed already. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around him too and grip his furry back, clinging to him for dear life as he rocks his hips back and then forward again, pulling out and then thrusting into me. His body is so much bigger than mine, I'm just pressed to his chest with his massive arms holding me in place, but the position means I hear and feel the thrum of satisfaction and approval that goes through his chest as he buries himself deep in me. It catches on a grunt of pleasure and then returns as he drives himself into me again.

I flush warm with pride that I'm doing this to him. That Phineas's Hyde wants this as much as his Jekyll side did.

Beastly's massive, clawed hands take my sides. He leans me back, supporting me as firmly as if I were lying on a hammock, so that he can see me in front of him while he controls how hard he drives himself into me.

Something teases at my ass, and I look down sharply to see his tail has curved around his side. The long fur at the end brushes between my cheeks, adding shivers of pleasure to what he's already doing.

Gods, these Hydes…

I tighten my legs around him, returning my gaze to his wolfish face. The mist still rises from him in huffs, but the vibrant green liquid I'd originally seen when he first shifted for me earlier now hovers around his fangs.

A tiny bit of worry nibbles at my arousal. Is that venom? Will it poison me if it drops onto my skin?

Beastly lets out a low growl, and my eyes snap back to his. That glint is back in his gaze. I swear he grins again.

Gods, the devil himself couldn't look more devious than these Hydes.

Leaning forward a bit, Beastly lets some of the green, viscous liquid drip from his fangs onto my abdomen.

It hits my skin and I come. Hard and fast, like I've been hit by the two-by-four of an orgasm. The blinding wave of pleasure rockets through me, blasting my mind to pieces while I arch my back in his grasp.

Sweet gods…

Orgasm after orgasm crashes into me in rapid succession as he drips that amazing green liquid onto my skin, making me writhe and buck and moan like a wild thing in his grip. Just when I think I can't take anymore, he begins thrusting into me harder, holding me while my body sags. His cock feels even bigger in my pussy now. I don't know how it's possible. But it makes me gasp and rock as I try to match his pace even though my body feels made of putty.

He grunts one final time and slams his hips into me. I swear his cock stretches me even wider than before, just to the border of being seriously painful.

I'm delirious with the afterglow of everything he's done. Holding me in place, Beastly stops moving, but I feel him pulsing inside me, pumping his cum into my body. Breathless, I lie in his grip, reeling.

But he doesn't pull away as the seconds tick past, and his cock still feels huge inside me. I hesitate, not sure what to say, but Puck seems to read my expression.

"Knotted you," he says, running his fingers along my side and making me shudder all over again. "Keeps his cum inside you to breed you." His hand swirls over my middle like he's imagining little Jekylls and Hydes growing inside me.

I swallow hard. So that's what Phineas was talking about. His Hyde and what it wanted.

What Puck wants too, from the look of it.

"We're not breeding right now," I tell them.

A pout flashes over Puck's face, but Beastly only pulls my hips tighter against him, growling as he grinds my clit against his body.

Creepy tingles through my skin. She doesn't mind the idea of having a family with these Hydes. But she won't have them thinking they get to decide when that happens.

"Not… now," I repeat, and her voice carries through mine.

Beastly meets my eyes again, and then he draws me upright so I'm against his chest. His knot is still inside me, but after a moment, it's deflated enough that it doesn't hurt when he pulls me off of his cock. Holding me close like I'm precious to him, he nuzzles my head with the underside of his massive jaw.

"Someday," he rumbles.

I blink. I didn't know he could speak in this form.

He runs his hands up and down my back like he's cuddling me, and it makes some of my tension melt. Hydes don't always understand the intricacies of life. They're fairly straightforward about everything, even if their version of logic doesn't always make sense to anyone else.

So of course Beastly and Puck don't see how complicated this all actually is.

As if proving my thoughts right, Puck turns, grinning. "Ghastly next."

I look over my shoulder to find Zeb still in his Jekyll form several feet away. His hard cock is noticeable in his pants, but he hasn't taken off any clothes or shifted at all.

I give him a confused look.

He hesitates, that same uncertainty on his face that I saw when he and the others first revealed their Hydes to me. Like for some reason he's wondering if I'll run away, even now. "I have something special planned for you, beautiful. If you'll trust me, that is."

I'm baffled. "I trust you."

Even though he grins, that worried look still isn't fully gone. "Okay. If you feel even a little bit uncomfortable, though, you tell me to stop, understand? This is important. Promise me?"

I nod warily. "I promise."

He nods back, looking a touch relieved. "Can you stand up? It'd be best if we started with you?—"

The front door explodes.

Ballistic pieces of wood shred the air, but Beastly moves instantly, twisting away with incredible speed to cover me. Past his arm, I spot a canister tumbling into the living room.

He presses my face to his furry chest as another explosion, this time of light and sound, suddenly rips through the room.

Flash-bang, I think in shock, all my senses jangling. Holy shit, that was a flash-bang. I've seen them in movies.

Hollywood doesn't do them justice.

But Beastly's quick reaction means my eyes aren't as dazed as my ears, and when I look up again, smoke is pouring from a second canister, sending clouds of it billowing up to choke the room.

As quickly as he shielded me, Beastly is gone.

I cough, pushing away from the ground. My hearing is muffled, but I make out the sound of shouting. Crashing. Beastly appears briefly through the smoke, a black-clad intruder held aloft in his grip. Tentacles thrash in the shadows as Zeb's Hyde, Ghastly, rips away anyone who tries to leave the smoke to reach me. Puck launches into the fray, his long fingers and claws extended. Screams follow and blood sprays from amid the clouds of smoke to splatter across the carpet.

Creepy surges up. We're buck-fricking-naked and dripping cum, but she doesn't care. She wants to fight. To help. To devour these intruders who think they can hurt our Jekylls and Hydes.

Sounds good to me.

I take a breath, ready to release my hold on her.

A small object whips out of the smoke, striking my neck before I'm done shifting or can move out of the way. My black-nailed hand rises, smacking at it and finding a dart.

It's bigger than the one the traders used before. It's attached to a vial that's only got a tiny amount of bluish liquid still inside it.

Ghastly tumbles out of the smoke and crashes to the ground ahead of me, his tentacles limp on the floor. Beastly howls, but I see him stagger in the fog. Puck is a shadowy figure in the smoke and he leaps toward something farther on that I can't see.

But then he stumbles back too. He tries to rally, charging forward again, and popping noises penetrate the thick cotton in my ears.

He lurches.

They shot him. Oh gods, they shot Puck, not with tranqs but with bullets from an actual fucking gun.

Creepy screams in rage and I do too. I lunge toward our Hyde, the shift rushing through me.

But another dart hits us, sending a second flood of tranquilizer into our veins. The effect is too strong and the darkness is too fast, and before Creepy or I make it another step, the combination sends us tumbling into oblivion.