by Beth Rosalee
“I was thinking some Chinese water torture,” he says with a shrug.
Shaking my head at his always happy demeanor, I grab the water and splash some over Nathan, making him gasp awake. Wyatt steps up to him and grins.
“My turn; now, I’m going to need you to stay awake for this, you got it?”
Wyatt grabs his right hand, then the pointer finger by the nail making me cringe as I realize what he is doing. Slowly he adds presser, making fuckface’s eye widen in pain. Wyatt continues to pull until the entire nail tears free. Nathan’s screams of agony continue as Wyatt repeats the task with each finger, then breaks them all one by one. Nathan is sobbing and choking on his own snot and blood, since his nose is broken beyond repair. He can’t breathe except out of his mouth, which is currently wailing like a newborn baby.
Once Wyatt finishes, he steps back and admires his handy work for a second, before gesturing to me that it is my turn. Taking a deep breath to keep the rage under control, I walk up to him slowly, appraising him, thinking. I grab his left foot up in my hands, then slowly start twisting until I hear the loud snap the is music to my ears, making Nathan scream anew. I then proceed to snap every bone I can possibly break in his body that won’t cut off the feeling or kill him.
Not satisfied, but deciding that I’ve had enough of torturing him, I place my hands on both sides of his face making him focus on me. It’s time to end this.
“I want you to remember each of our faces. I want you to think about how we will be taking care of the amazing woman that you couldn’t. She is ours now. I want you to rot in Hell, remembering all of this for eternity,” I say, snapping his neck and letting go. I let his dead body drop to the floor with a loud unceremonious thump. “We will need to bury him out there in the woods somewhere; then, get Celia home.”
We all head out of the room and up the stairs. Seeing that Celia is sleeping in Liam’s arms warms my chest in a way that I haven’t felt since my mother was alive.
“Take care of his body quickly before we wake her,” I tell them mentally.
“We got this, Gray,” they reply, then head off to do as I ordered.
“We are going to teach her self-defense as soon as we return home,” I tell Liam quietly.
“Maybe we could wait until the morning to get her started, boss. It’s been a long few days for her and for us.”
Grunting in agreement, I say, “Fine, in the morning.”
Chapter 26
Celia
A couple of weeks go by as the guys train me. The work outs are grueling. I have never worked out a day in my life. But I’m good- really good in fact. And I feel good, stronger, like the goddess Svana says I am. I still haven’t opened up about what happened to me, in the cabin, nor before we met. I haven’t told them what she told me either. That I’m the daughter of Fenrir.
“Humph.”
I get knocked on my ass.
“Pay attention, Celia, do you think your attacker will take it easy on you because you are distracted? No, no they won’t. Now up,” Wyatt commands, stepping back into a fighter stance.
“You’re right, sorry; my mind was wandering.”
Nodding, he says, “Again.”
Then he advances on me, throwing a right punch. Dodging his fist, I grab his forearm and twist my body with his momentum, flipping him over my shoulder and onto his back, then following him down to straddle him. I pin his arms to side sides with my thighs and smile in triumph, as I lean over to catch my breath. I look him in the eyes with a proud smile on my face, and see the heat in his eyes. He’s not even trying to get from under me.
That look instantly heats up my core and I return it. The tension between the guys and I has been building to unbearable levels. As we stare into each other’s eyes, our breaths mingling, Wyatt leans up and closes the distant between us, taking my mouth in a scorching kiss. I moan into his mouth as I fall deeper into it. He pulls his arms free and flips me onto my back, on top of the gym mats, before I even realize what he is doing.
He nestles himself between my thighs, pressing his rock-hard cock into my heated core, as his tongue strokes across my lips. I open for him, moaning again as our tongues make contact, lighting my entire body on fire. I grind my hips up into his erection and I grab the hem of his shirt. I trail my fingers up his sides, dragging the shirt along with them until a reach his shoulders. Wyatt sits back on his haunches and takes it off the rest of the way, exposing his glorious body to me. He has tattoos covering every inch of his delicious muscles, from his neck down to his beautiful chest, over his enticing abs and down past that sexy V leading to the enormous cock that is straining to bust out of the seams.
Smirking, he reaches down and peels my tank top from my body leaving me in my sports bra and small workout shorts.
“Fuck, I have wanted to lick and suck on every inch of this gorgeous body of yours since the day I met you.”
He goes to lean down, but I stop him by reach up and quickly removing my bra and laying back down. I moan as my pussy throbs in anticipation, making me undulate my hips, trying to entice him back down to me.
He stares at my exposed breasts with a lust so hot that I can feel it licking across my pale skin. He drags his hands from my hips slowly up to cup my breasts, running his thumbs over my tight peaks, making me gasp. Taking the opportunity, he leans the rest of the way over me again and recaptures my mouth. He kisses me breathless; then, trails his mouth down over my jaw, kissing a searing path.
Once he reaches my throat, he kisses down about halfway, then he bites me. Not hard enough to break the skin, just enough to cause a delicious pain. I arch my back, pressing my breast against him as he continues down me. Replacing his thumb on my right breast, he licks and sucks my nipple into his mouth. I press my pussy harder against him as a mewl my pleasure. He switches to give my left breast the same attention. Then he kisses a slow wet path down my stomach, dipping his tongue into my belly button, before continuing his path down.
Once he reaches my shorts, he licks a path from one hip to the other. Then, grabbing my shorts and panties, he drags them down my body, pausing to remove my shoes, until I’m completely bare to him. My breaths are coming out in heavy gasps as he stares down at my body, making me suddenly feel self-conscious, I try to cover myself. He grabs both of my wrists, bringing them together and stretching them up above my head.
“Don’t move them or I will have to spank that sweet ass of yours,” he tells me in a husky voice.
I nod my head, at a loss for words, as the thought of him spanking me turns me on so much that I feel my already sopping wet pussy gush, making it drip down my ass and onto the mats. I feel my face heat in embarrassment, but Wyatt just inhales deeply, then growls as he moves the last little bit down my body.
Starting at my knee, he traces a path up my inner thigh to the crease, biting lightly on the tendon right there. Blowing cold air over my wet folds, he switches to repeat the process with the other leg, teasing me into a hot and wet moaning mess. I’m so worked up that I’m sure I will combust with the first touch of his mouth to my heated core.
Once he reaches where my thigh and hip meets, he begins kiss and suck over the top of my mound, nipping me with his teeth every so often. Then, moving down, he blows hot air over me and, this time, I gasp in a heavy breath. He bends his neck and sucks both my pussy lips into his mouth at once and gently begins suckling. I mewl in torment. gripping him by the hair, unsure if I want to pull him closer or pull him off of me.
He finally releases me and drags his tongue up and through the seam of pussy, dipping his tongue in just slightly, then stopping just below my swollen nub. I cry out in protest and try to angle my hips using my grip on his hair to make him lick me where I want him most. Denying me with a grunt of satisfaction, he pins my hips down with one arm, and pushes my thigh into the mat with the other, giving himself better access.
Satisfied that I’m properly immobile, he bends his head back down and sucks my clit into his mouth hard. I sha
tter instantaneously, screaming out his name as my orgasm possess my body.
“Oh fuck, Wyatt!!!”
I try to undulate my hips against his mouth unsuccessfully, since he has me pinned so well. I can feel myself gushing like a geyser into his mouth and down the sides of his face as he tries to drink ever last overflowing ounce of me. He flattens his tongue and laps at my sensitive clit until I return to this world and my climax subsides to tremors. He gives my entire pussy one last lick; then, lifts himself up to remove the last of his clothes.
He uses his boxers to wipe my juices from his mouth.
I stare in heated wonder at the magnificent man in front of me. The tattoos go all the way down his body to the top of his feet. His monster cock is covered in tribal-like patterns.
“I-is that going to fit?” I ask a little nervously, and he laughs.
His cock is so thick and heavy, making my pussy throb in anticipation, even if I’m slightly terrified of the thing.
“It will fit, Beautiful; you are soaking wet. I doubt we will have much trouble at all,” he says, chuckling, as he climbs back on top of me and positions himself in between my legs, with the tip poised on my entrance.
He bends his arms and captures my mouth in another intoxicating kiss as he pushes forward, breaching me with just the tip. I nearly feel full with just that; fuck, he is huge. I moan into his mouth, letting him know that I’m ready for more. Holding himself with one arm, he pinches my nipple hard with the other as he seats himself to the hilt in one hard thrust.
The pain is sharp as my body stretches to accommodate him, making me hold my breath for a few seconds. He pauses there, not moving, as he continues to devour my mouth, letting me adjust to his size. The slight pain quickly morphs into pleasure like I have never felt. I grab onto his back and moan deeply in the back of my throat.
He begins moving once he knows I’m ready, and he is not gentle any longer. I guess he has met his breaking point in control. He pulls all the way out to the tip, then slams back in, making me cry out. He finds a punishing rhythm, slamming in and pulling all the way out. In and out, he thrusts, bring me back into a roaring orgasm within minutes.
“Oh yes, Wyatt, fuck me harder. Oh stars, I’m going to come, baby.”
He growls at my dirty talk.
“You like that, Beautiful? You like when I fuck you hard?” he grunts in me ear, making me fall over the edge in another sopping-wet climax.
I’m panting from the intensity of it. I have never come so hard in my life, let alone twice in the matter of minutes. Without pausing to let me recuperate. he does exactly what as I ask. Speeding up and slamming into me with all his strength, he slams me into another orgasm so fast that I see stars.
“Yes, fuck me, baby. Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I moan out as one last orgasm takes me.
His thrusts become erratic as his climax rushes through him. He gives one final thrust; then, stills deep inside me as his cock throbs, spilling his seed deep inside me. He buries his face in my neck, and as his cock gives the last few pulses, I feel a sharp sting in the side of my neck, making me come all over again at the pleasure of it.
I realize that he is claiming me, biting me and marking me as his. He releases me and licks the bite clean, giving it a gentle kiss. He starts to pull out and away, when I have the sudden urge to bite him as well. I growl as I grab him by the shoulders, making him grunt in surprise as he settles himself firmly back against my body, seating his cock deep inside me once again. Even soft, he still completely fills me.
I grab his hair in one hand and pull his head to the side as I feel my teeth lengthen out of my mouth. He doesn’t resist as I sink my teeth into the spot where his shoulder and neck meet. He rumbles deep in his chest, thrusting his hips against mine from the sensation.
I pull my teeth from his neck as they shrink back to normal; then, lap at the wound, cleaning it as it begins to heal itself. There is a sudden flash of light and we both cry out as a searing pain hits me in the neck right where he bit me. The pain goes just as quickly as it comes. I pull away from him as he lifts up.
Looking at him with wide eyes I say, “What the hell was that?!?”
Shaking his head at me he replies, “I have no clue; I have never heard of anything like that happening with a mating. You just couple with your mate; and honestly, it’s the males who usually mark the female. What made you bite me back? Though I’m not complaining, that was hot as hell.”
“I don’t really know, honestly. I didn’t even know you were going to bite me. Then, you went to pull away, I had this uncontrollable urge to bite you back- to mark you as mine. I don’t really know where it came from,” I say shrugging my shoulders.
He growls then, giving me a quick but fierce kiss.
“I like that you felt the need to put a physical claim on me. It shows me just how much you have grown in such a short time.”
He pecks my lips one last time; then, pulls out of me and stands up, helping me stand as well. Never had I thought it would feel natural to have a conversation with someone while they were still buried inside me. I wanted Nathan off of me as soon we things were over, even in the beginning when I didn’t know what a terrible person he was. But not with Wyatt; I just feel so carefree and safe when I am with him.
Chapter 27
Celia
“Now that you’ve gotten good with self-defense, I think it’s time to focus of shifting and building a stronger bond with Svana,” Wyatt says and I smile at him, nodding my head in agreement.
I still haven’t told them about me being a goddess or who my real father is….
Which I still don’t understand how that works, but Svana says she can’t tell me that. She doesn’t know all of the details and that she has told me all she is allowed to tell me for now. It’s almost like when we were born, she was preprogrammed with vital information, but it’s only bits and pieces of the puzzle that is me and my life. I wish I could just talk to this Fenrir god myself and get some answers.
Yeah right, I guess I need to start by telling the guys what Svana has told me.
“I’d really like that, but I think I need to take a shower first, if that’s ok,” I respond as I start dress.
He just stands there and shamelessly watches. Shaking my head and smiling, I finish putting on my sports bra and tank top; then, lift my hair to pull it out of the back of my clothes as Wyatt finally responds, having breaking himself from his trance like state.
“I can join you if y…. hey, what is that?” he says, interrupting his own sentence.
Pulling me close and pushing my hair off my neck, he runs his thumb over the spot where my neck and shoulder meets.
“Uh, I’m assuming it’s my trapezius,” I say sarcastically.
“Ha-ha, no, you have a tribal wolf symbol tattooed here, and how the hell do you know that this is called your trapezius?” he asks with a chuckle while he gentle rubs the area again.
Pushing his hand away and putting my hand over it, I cover the spot with my hand, like that will somehow make what he just said make sense.
“Wha-what are you talking about?” I ask him as I walk over to the mirrored wall on the opposite side of the room.
Looking at my reflection, I remove my hand to find that there is in fact a tribal wolf head now tattooed on me.
Tracing it carefully with my fingers as I stare at in wonder, I whisper, “It’s beautiful. I wonder what it means though…and do you have one too?”
I turn to look at his shoulder, grabbing him and forcing him to bend so that I can see.
“Oh, and I seem to have random facts stored in this brain of mine,” I finally respond to his earlier question as I look at it, making him laugh. His trapezius area has a silvery white scar in the shape of my bite and, right there in the dead center of the scar, is a tribal wolf’s head. The only difference between mine and his, that I can see, is that mine has a masculine look to it, whereas his looks feminine and has a crown on its head and it’s glowing slightly.<
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Which is the only reason you can really see it over his other tattoos, you’d likely not notice it if it stopped glowing at any point. I’m in complete awe of the beauty of them both.
“I’m not sure what it means honestly, Celia. I’ve never heard of mates of any kind leaving tattoo markings before. Definitely, not any wolves in our pack have done so. We will have to have Liam do some research in the archives. Oh, and speaking of the pack, Gray’s dad is demanding we come for dinner and finally introduce you to him. He’s over being patient,” Wyatt says with a chuckle.
“What! I didn’t know his dad was waiting to meet me!! Why haven’t y’all taken me to meet everyone?” I ask, slightly hurt be this news.
“We agreed to give you some time to recuperate, heal, and adjust to this new life you have found yourself in. You went through a lot, Beautiful. We didn’t want to overwhelm you with more right away.”
He turns me to look me in the eyes as he says this so that I can see the sincerity in his eye, as well as hear it in his voice.
“Thank you, that was very kind; but please don’t make decisions for me. I’ve already been in that sort of relationship- I won’t be again. Y’all should’ve asked me and I would’ve told you if I was ready or not,” I finish, instantly seeing the regret plain on his face.
“I’m so sorry, Celia. None of us thought of it that way. We will make sure to discuss things with you from now on, I promise,” he says with conviction.
I nod my head and open my mouth to respond, but suddenly hear a male voice in my head.
“Stupid- we are idiots, guys. We hurt her by not asking her if she was ready and just making the choice for her.”
I gasp and look up at Wyatt in shock. Not saying anything as I listen to see if I can hear any of the other guys. Wyatt looks down at me with drawn brows.
“What’s wrong, Beautiful?” he asks when I still don’t say anything.
