Claimed by the Beast

by Natasha Knight

  That was when the pressure of his arm tightened against her throat and Lance brought his other hand to his own head.

  “He’s changing,” Rachel managed, trying desperately to pull his arm from her.

  Marcus and Elijah attacked at the same moment, Elijah sinking his teeth into Lance’s thigh, forcing him to loosen his hold on Rachel as Marcus took his arm and dragged Rachel free. But it wasn’t without injury as Lance’s body began to shift and he was able to shoot one bullet, hitting Elijah, taking him down.

  “Elijah!” Rachel screamed.

  Footsteps came from the hallway, running fast.

  Elijah climbed slowly back up, limping. The shot had just grazed his skin.

  “We have to get out of here,” Marcus said, watching Lance shift slowly into the enormous creature.

  Just before the final changes took place, Lance slumped backward, dropping the gun.

  “Go,” he said, forcing the word.

  Tears filled Rachel’s eyes as she watched his pain, his bones stretching, extending, his face contorting.

  “Take her and go!” he yelled this time.

  Marcus didn’t hesitate, pulling the door at the back of the room open.

  “Elijah!” Rachel called out, knowing Elijah would stay, would try to fight.

  “Elijah!” Marcus repeated. “This is not our fight anymore.”

  Lance’s change completed as the men filled the outer room, and Elijah, after one final glance behind him, followed behind Rachel and Marcus just as the terrible screams began.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Rachel, Elijah, and Marcus drove in silence the next day. The news reports had been gruesome, the deaths of over twenty men, including Dr. John Dennison and Professor Lance Weston, were reported on every news channel.

  “He saved our lives,” Rachel said, still in shock at the events.

  “He knew it would be over for all of us if Dennison and his men would have captured us. He did the right thing,” Marcus added, squeezing her hand.

  “He must have shifted back to his human form when they killed him.” None of the news reports mentioned any creature. “Christ, the size of the animal he became!”

  “I feel sorry for him,” Rachel said. “I know he would have done terrible things to me, but I still feel sorry for him.”

  Marcus smiled over at her.

  “At least it’s over,” Marcus said. “You’re safe now. We all are. Dennison is dead. Lance Weston is dead. There isn’t more serum and there aren’t any more samples left. We’re free. Finally.”

  Elijah’s phone rang. “Kayla…” he began.

  Marcus and Rachel smiled at one another, holding hands while he drove, both of them turning to look forward.

  Epilogue

  Rachel and Marcus had spent the last two days babysitting little Clarissa while Elijah had taken Kayla out of town for a romantic weekend getaway. It had been eight months since the events at the lab, and things had come to a sort of normal. At least normal for a family of shifters. Marcus had moved in with Rachel and they had just slipped into the relationship they knew they were always meant to have.

  Marcus had fallen in love with his niece and she with him the moment they’d first met. He spoiled her rotten and Rachel just watched him with her, watched how she trusted him from day one. Watched how much he enjoyed spending time with the little girl. She saw how excited he had been when Kayla had announced she was pregnant again.

  They talked about having babies themselves but neither was ready yet. They would first spend time together, making up for the lost years.

  Elijah pulled out onto the street and honked the horn. They waved and closed the door when the car disappeared from sight. Both of them leaned against the door and exhaled.

  “That was so much fun and so completely exhausting!” Rachel said, giggling.

  Marcus tucked her hand into his and shook his head. “She’s got too much energy for as little sleep as she gets at night!” he said.

  They headed into the living room and sat down.

  “Elijah and Kayla looked good though. I’m glad we could help them out like that.”

  “The last years took their toll on everyone,” Marcus said.

  Rachel scooted a little closer to him. She had long since forgiven his leaving. It hadn’t even been a conscious thought, it had just happened.

  “Want to watch a movie or something?” she asked, wanting to lighten the mood.

  Marcus turned to her, gazing at her from thick lashes framing his golden eyes. The expression there told her he had something else in mind, and she swallowed, feeling a sudden heat between her legs.

  “I promised you a spanking when I had the energy to deliver it again,” he teased, already taking her hand. They’d played a game while watching the baby. It had been silly—he’d made up rules she’d purposely broken, taunting him, teasing him that he’d forget to spank her, knowing all along he wouldn’t. “Besides, something I ordered came in yesterday when you were out,” he said, his smile wicked.

  She had some idea what it was he had ordered and it only served to intensify the heat between her legs. But she narrowed her eyes at him. “It was just a game, Marcus,” she said, every part of her wanting him to do just what he’d said.

  “Stand up, Rachel,” he said, giving her a little nudge.

  She rose to her feet.

  “Take everything off except your panties. You are wearing panties, right?” he teased.

  She rolled her eyes at him. “Yes, I am. What are you going to do?” she asked, trusting him but still shy about these games they played.

  “I’m going to push you a little. Clothes off. Go on.”

  He sat back on the couch, his posture completely relaxed and most definitely enjoying himself. She pulled her sweater over her head, then slid her jeans off. She stood before him in white bra and panties.

  “Bra,” he encouraged.

  She removed it and handed it to him.

  “Good girl. Now go stand in the corner there, nose to the wall, and take your panties down to just beneath your hips.”

  “Corner?” she asked, taken aback. He’d never done something like this before. This would definitely be pushing her. When he spanked her, it was different. He was an active participant. But making her stand in the corner with her nose to the wall and her panties pulled down… “I… Marcus, I don’t think I can do that.”

  Marcus rose to his feet, taking her hand in one of his. With the other, he turned her face up to his, his forehead to hers, his nose to hers, his face smiling, hers worried. “You can,” he said, walking her to the corner himself and setting her where he wanted her. “Nose touches here at all times,” he said, encouraging her forward with a hand at the back of her head. “Good girl. Now, one more detail.” With that, he moved a step back and his hands were at the hem of her panties. She covered them with hers.

  “Wait, I’m…”

  “Shh… you’re ready for this,” he teased, sliding a hand into her panties and searching for the wetness there. “More than ready. Naughty girl,” he said. “Put your hands at the back of your head now.”

  She glanced once over her shoulder, met his gaze as he nodded, and returned her nose to the wall. She then reached her hands up and placed them at the back of her head. He took his time dragging her panties down over her hips, exposing her bottom but leaving the slip of cotton at the tops of her thighs.

  “Beautiful,” he said, stepping back. “Don’t let those panties slide down,” he cautioned. “I’ll be right back.”

  She listened as he climbed the stairs but was back just a few moments later. She expected him to come to her straight away, to touch her, to be with her, but when she saw him from the corner of her eye go into the kitchen and heard him pour himself a drink, she narrowed her eyes. He walked back into the living room, ignoring her altogether and sitting down on the couch. It took all she had to stay where she was when she heard him turn the T
V on.

  * * *

  Marcus couldn’t care less what was on TV. His cock was hard at the vision Rachel made at the wall, her nose right up against it as he’d positioned her, her hands clasped at the back of her head which he imagined wouldn’t be comfortable for long, her panties down just far enough to expose her gorgeous ass. His hand twitched to spank the fleshy mounds, have them bounce with each one. Next time he’d do a preliminary spanking before setting her in the corner. Her ass should be at least a little pink which would be even prettier than the milky white smoothness.

  He eyed the items he’d brought down with him. A butt plug and some lube. The thought of what he was going to do made him want to explode, but he had to be patient. Give her some time in the corner. Get her in the right place. So he sat back and forced himself to take his time and finish his drink. When that was done, he slid the plug and the lubricant into his pocket and walked over to her.

  “Is it over?” she asked when she heard him approach.

  “Not quite yet,” he said, setting his hands on either side of her hips, looking down at her lush bottom, kissing the back of her neck, her shoulder. “Put your hands up against the wall,” he said, holding onto her and pulling her gently toward him so she had to walk her feet a few steps and lean her torso forward with her hands up on the wall. “Take your feet just a little farther, Rachel. I have a surprise for you.”

  She made a small sound but moved her feet. He held the flat of his right hand against one butt cheek, rubbing and caressing there. “Just a few, just for a little color,” he said. He slapped her bottom with that. It wasn’t hard but she grunted and her body went forward, probably more from the surprise of it than actual pain. “Try to hold still,” he said, repositioning her and slapping her other cheek.

  “Ouch,” she said, her voice small, but she managed to stay as she was.

  He slapped each cheek a few more times, watching them bounce, turning them a nice, warm pink. He then stopped and caressed. She tried to rise up.

  “Uh-uh. Not yet,” he said. He took out the lube and opened it. “Hollow out your back and lift your ass.”

  She did as he said.

  “Good girl. Now reach back and spread your cheeks open for me.”

  Her body stiffened a little. “What?”

  “You heard me, spread yourself open for me. Come on, Rachel.”

  He could almost hear her swallow, but she reached back and pulled her cheeks apart.

  “Gorgeous,” he said. The sight of her like this, showing herself to him, submitting to him… it made him crazy. “I have something special for you,” he said, bringing his lubricated finger to her bottom hole.

  She gasped and turned back.

  “Face forward, look right at the wall. Good girl.”

  As soon as she did it, he began to rub circles around her tight hole, not missing how her pussy lips glistened. With his other hand, he reached underneath her to find her swollen clit. She moaned when he massaged it, slowly penetrating her bottom with the lube, spreading it along the outside as well as the inside of her ass until his finger slid in and out easily. He paused to press himself against her, his cock hard against her hip even through the thick fabric of his jeans. “Can you feel what you do to me, Rachel?” he asked, still rubbing her clit.

  “Mmm… Marcus…”

  He smiled and pulled his finger out. She whined and almost turned but one sound from him and she returned her gaze to the wall. He retrieved the large glass plug and smeared a generous amount of lubricant over it. He then brought the rounded tip of it to her hole. He positioned his thigh at her hip to help support her.

  “What is that?” she asked, the temperature difference obvious between it and his finger.

  “It’s a plug. You’ll wear it while you stand in the corner and when I spank you. We’ll take it out when I’m ready to fuck your ass.”

  Her response was a soft moan as he pressed it into her slowly, taking his time, allowing her space to adjust to its width slowly.

  “In fact, I think whenever you are told to stand in the corner, I’ll ask you to put this in first.”

  Her pussy was dripping down her thighs as he continued to manipulate the plug simultaneously with her clit.

  “It’s big,” she said.

  “Not as bit as my cock and you’ve taken that already. Push against it, that’s it, Rachel.”

  Slowly, he worked the plug all the way inside her. He twisted it, pulled it out a little before pushing it in again until she was panting, on the edge of orgasm.

  He chuckled as she lifted her hips to him, and he seated the plug fully. “You can put your hands back on the wall now, it’s all the way in.”

  She did, clenching her bottom around the plug, then softening.

  He began spanking her then.

  “Ow, ow!” she said, wiggling about. She brought her legs closer together and her panties slid to the floor when she did.

  He stopped spanking. She stilled completely.

  “Didn’t I tell you to keep the panties where they were?” he asked, not really angry but enjoying the excuse to chastise her.

  “Yes, sir,” she said. She’d taken to using sir when he spanked her and he liked it very much.

  “Bend over and take hold of the panties,” he said.

  She hesitated but reached down to take her panties, then began to pull them up.

  He put a hand at her low back. “Did I tell you to pull them up?” he asked.

  “No, sir.”

  “Back down then, as you were.”

  She bent all the way over, her hands on the floor, her fingers curled around her panties.

  He stood back to take in the view of her exposed ass, her pussy lips splayed open, looking hungry, wet, her thighs sticky from the residue of her arousal. The base of the plug stood prominently on display. Christ, he wanted to fuck her. But not yet. He was enjoying this too much and so was she.

  “Tell me what I should do then, Rachel. What happens to naughty girls who don’t follow instructions very well?”

  “They get spanked, sir.”

  “That’s right,” he said. He came to stand closer and with one hand on her waist, leaned her weight against his thigh. He spanked hard and fast, covering both cheeks as well as her thighs now, and he didn’t stop until she was grunting with each stroke and he could see her struggle to remain as she was. When he was finished, he unzipped his pants and released his cock.

  She moaned in anticipation, pressing her hips back, lifting to him. He brought it to her pussy and slipped easily within her folds. Her warmth enveloped him and she exhaled as he slid in and out several times, taking care not to come, forcing himself to go slowly. He pulled out and zipped his pants.

  “Not yet,” he said. It took all he had to stop. “Pull your panties back up to mid-thigh and resume your position with your nose touching the wall, hands at the back of your head.” He moved away and returned a moment later. He took the cap off a pen and circled a spot on the wall. “This time, I want you on your tip toes, nose here, inside the circle,” he said as she straightened.

  She did as he told her and he dragged himself away, sitting on the couch, his eyes on her this time even as the TV program played on.

  * * *

  It seemed like an eternity had passed as Rachel stood on tip toe with her nose to the wall. She clenched her bottom, working her muscles around the plug, wanting desperately to put a hand to her clit, her swollen, highly sensitized clit.

  Finally, just when she thought she couldn’t take another moment as she was, she heard him switch the TV off.

  “Come here, Rachel. Keep your hands where they are and your panties better remain in place,” he said, stripping off his shirt.

  She managed to make it to him, taking small, awkward steps with the plug inside her and managing to keep her panties where they were, feeling more exposed than if she were fully naked. He reached for her when she was close enough and placed
her between his knees. His eyes scanned her body and came to rest at her triangle of hair. He put one hand to it, then reached underneath and tugged at the little bit of hair there. She found herself opening wider for him, wanting more.

  He slid her panties down and helped her step out of them, then stood.

  “Kneel on the couch,” he said. “Keep your hands as they are and lean your torso over the back of it.”

  He helped her onto it and she leaned forward, finding it awkward at first but once she was settled, lifted her hips to him and spread her knees wider. She heard his zipper go down and waited as he pulled his pants off.

  “I like having you like this,” he said, climbing up between her knees. “I like you standing in the corner with your ass red from spanking. How does the plug feel?” he asked.

  She felt when he put a hand on it, pressing it slightly.

  “It’s big,” she said. “Full.”

  “Too much?”

  “Almost.”

  “We’ll get you trained, have you wear it for a few hours each day. In fact,” he began, hands on her bottom, pulling her cheeks apart. “When I get home from work tomorrow night, I’ll expect to find you in the corner, panties just as they were, and the plug in your ass. Think you can do that for me, Rachel?” he asked.

  The thought thrilled her, especially as he now held the base of it and was playing with it, fucking her ass with it as his cock teased her pussy.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Ready to get fucked, baby?” he asked, pushing the plug back in and gripping her hips again.

  “Yes. Yes, sir!”

  He thrust into her pussy hard and with the plug in her ass, she gasped at the pressure, at both holes being full at once. “That’s so good,” she said while he slid in and out of her, moving slowly, teasing her. She knew he was saving the real fucking for her ass. “Please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Fuck me hard, Marcus. I need you,” she begged.

  He reached for her wrists and spread her arms wide against the back of the couch. “You want me to fuck you hard?” he teased, still moving slowly while pulling the plug out at the same time.