CH 1-10

Story Notes

Triggers; dubious consent, kidnapping, drugging, illegal experimentation, werewolf/human sex.

While this has romantic elements between the FMC and MMC, it is mainly an erotic story about two people fighting for their survival and finding comfort/trust in one another.

This is a short story, and will finish with a Happy For Now, open-ended resolution.

Summary

Kidnapped and drugged, Sofia Morales wakes in an underground lab to learn she’s been experimented on. As the newest breeding partner for a crazed, inhuman beast, her body and mind are at war, battling between her fear of the unknown, and her unnatural attraction to a creature she’s never seen before. Will the beast devour her whole or be her salvation in the darkness?

Chapter 1

“Subject Seventeen. Mexican American. Twenty-six years old. Orphaned at the age of nine. No friends. No sexual partners. Dead-end job. She won’t be missed.”

The deep monotone voice grated across Sofia’s senses, slowly stirring her back to consciousness.

Her eyelids were heavy, refusing to open. Her body felt lethargic and sore as she tried, and failed, to roll over in bed. Instead of her lumpy mattress, whatever she was sleeping on felt rigid and far more uncomfortable.

Had she fallen asleep on the couch while watching TV again?

It would explain the ache encompassing her entire frame—her furniture was all thrifted and worn—and the weird monologue she heard in the background. The extra shifts she’d taken at the restaurant must have really caught up to her over the last few months.

A shiver wracked down her spine, making her aches worse. She moaned as her lower abdomen cramped, the sound dull and weak.

Did she get her period? She hoped not; the birth control she used prevented them, though sometimes spotting happened at the worst times.

She never cramped like this, though …

“She’s in prime physical condition, which undoubtedly aided her in the first drug trial,” the voice droned on.

“What batch did you administer and when?” another man asked, sounding just as bored as the first.

Drug trial? What had she fallen asleep watching?

Her brow furrowed, and exhausted, she tried stretching her hand out in search of the remote, eager to turn off that incessant conversation.

Her movements were slow and uncoordinated, and she could barely move her arm more than an inch before her wrist met resistance.

What—?

“We’ve injected her with batch two-hundred and fifty-six of the breeding serum.” There was a brief pause, followed by the shuffling of papers. “Two days ago. She suffered no ill side effects and survived phase one with her reproductive organs intact. Most don’t make it that far.”

Breeding serum?

Sofia grimaced. Whatever that was, it sounded awful. Was it some kind of heavy duty fertility shot?

A blast of cold air hit her hard, causing goosebumps to sprout all over her skin. Her nipples stiffened into hard peaks, the sensation pleasurable and painful all at once.

Simultaneously, heat exploded through her core, so intense, so potent, that arousal spilled from her center, drenching her thighs.

Another shiver wracked her frame, causing her womb to contract. It hurt, but that pressure soon turned into something sensual. She moaned again, clenching her legs together as more of her slick coated her thighs.

What the hell was going on?

“She’s shivering.”

Everything inside of Sofia stilled, some kind of internal alarm blaring in the back of her mind. What were the odds the men on TV mentioned a woman shivering at the exact moment she did?

“That’s a normal response to the serum, I can assure you, Dr. Hines. Alarming reactions would be; bleeding from the orifices, vomiting, a full-body rash, quickly followed by multiple seizures. Her body would go into cardiac arrest as her organs shut down. A shiver is no cause for concern.”

Sofia groaned softly, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly as she finally pried one eye open. Blinding white light assailed her senses. She sucked in a choked breath as pain sliced through her brain.

Ow, what the hell?

She squinted against the brightness, struggling to make sense of what she was seeing through her blurry vision. Everything was white. White walls, white ceiling.

She wasn’t in bed or on the couch—this wasn’t her home at all.

Where am I?

She turned her head, only to cry out as she felt a sharp sting along the back of her neck. She squeezed her eyes shut, whimpering as more cramps set in, that heat spreading uncomfortably through her womb until that brief spike of pleasure was a distant memory.

Her head felt like it was stuffed full of cotton, her brain unable to process anything.

Something was really wrong with her.

Had she been in a car accident on her way home from work? She usually took the bus to save on gas, but it was winter, and she hated waiting at the stop if she had to work late.

Had she driven to work, then? She couldn’t remember.

Wouldn’t she remember?

Something’s really wrong, she thought again, panic clawing at her. Despite her sudden onslaught of anxiety, her heart kept its same strong beat, and her breathing didn’t alter in the slightest.

Why wasn’t she reacting right?

She forced her eyes back open, the too-bright world swaying lazily back and forth until she felt slightly nauseous.

Was she in a hospital?

She opened her mouth to call for a nurse, but the words wouldn’t form. She swallowed thickly, grimacing at the scratchy sensation in her throat. When was the last time she had some water? Last night during work, maybe.

Then why did it feel like days?

“She’s waking.”

What …?

Despite the agony in her neck, Sofia craned her head to the side, blinking slowly at a solid glass wall. Two dark, people sized shadows lurked just on the other side.

The second shadow turned toward the first. “When do you plan to administer the final dosage of the serum?”

Serum?

How could she hear them through the glass? Where the hell was she?

Sofia tried to sit up, only to be met with that same resistance at her wrists as before. Frowning, she looked down as the men continued speaking.

A horrified sound escaped her sore throat as she caught sight of her body—her very naked body. She was on some kind of metal bed, with several wires connected to her chest. An IV drip connected to the inside of her elbow.

But that wasn’t the most alarming part.

Thick white cuffs encircled her wrists and ankles, shackling her to the bed. This time, her heart skipped a beat as her panic increased, but it felt sluggish.

Off.

The sensation of wrongness sparked a ferocious terror, and Sofia whimpered, struggling pitifully against her restraints, her muscles aching and uncooperative.

“Help,” she croaked, her throat on fire as the word barely passed her lips. The men on the other side of the glass either didn’t hear or didn’t bother to acknowledge her plea, and more fear spread through her.

“In another forty-eight hours, she’ll receive the last dose. We’ll keep her sedated until her body has had ample time to adjust to everything.”

Sedated? That’s why she felt so weird! They’d sedated her! She jerked her hands—or tried to—but she couldn’t move.

“I thought you said she’d passed the first trial with flying colors. Why keep her under longer than necessary?”

“Her body has adapted beautifully,” the first man stated casually. “But given that we injected her with an improved serum to ensure her breeding compatibility was over ninety-eight percent, it’s best to monitor her for an additional few days, just to make sure she doesn’t expire, before we introduce her to her breeding partner.”

Breeding compatibility? Breeding partner?!

Expire?

Oh, hell no! Whatever sick, twisted dream she was having, she wanted out of it! Right now!

Except, it didn’t feel like she was dreaming. She didn’t have a good enough imagination to conjure some kind of evil, twisted, experimental laboratory.

This felt too real.

Too horrifying.

She needed to get the fuck out of here!

Sofia struggled harder, moving her arms a fraction more than before. She squirmed against her restraints, desperate to get free. Whatever was going on, this wasn’t a hospital. She hadn’t gotten into an accident.

“The other test subjects didn’t receive the same courtesy.”

“The other subjects were before we’d exhausted our resources. All of our funding went into improving the serum. Hopefully, it’s enough. I’d hate to put all of this time and effort into another lost cause.”

The second shadow shrugged. “It might be, regardless of our scientific advances. Subject Zero has been rather volatile. He ripped apart every eligible female we presented to him as a viable breeding partner. He’s unstable.”

Oh, god.

The first shadow laughed lightly. “Of course he’s unstable. We’ve turned him into a monster, stripping away whatever humanity he had before and leaving only his baser, animalistic instincts intact.”

These men were delusional! They’d kidnapped her and it sounded like they’d tortured someone else. A strangled cry clogged in her throat, nausea churning in her gut as her heart finally started pounding.

“Someone,” Sofia rasped, her voice rising despite the pain in her throat. “Help!”

Just then, she heard the whirring of a machine. Snapping her head to the right, toward the IV drip, she watched in panic as a blue liquid shot into the IV bag from a machine connected to it, mixing with the clear solution inside.

“What—” The blue liquid traveled through the plastic tube, heading straight for the needle in her arm. “No, stop! What is that? Sto—”

The world spun, fractures of blinding white light mixing with pitch black as she collapsed back onto her metal bed. Before she could resist, before she could even attempt to fight the lethargy spreading through her body, darkness claimed her.

Chapter 2

“Time to wake up, Ms. Morales.”

Sofia jerked awake at the sound of a vaguely familiar voice, and immediately wished she hadn’t.

Her entire body hurt, and it felt like someone had taken a blow-torch to her insides. Her womb spasmed, the odd pressure making her squirm uncomfortably.

She groaned pitifully, rolling awkwardly onto her side. Cold infused her hip and thigh, the icy sensation a welcome reprieve from the inferno blazing through her core. She flopped onto her stomach next, letting that coolness envelop her aching womb.

Why did she feel like this? It was bizarre, and unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Like her period on steroids.

A sharp bang sounded above her. Startled, she lifted her head, peeling her eyes open despite how impossible a feat it seemed.

Everything came rushing back to her in an instant. The white room, the dark opaque glass wall that separated her from the rest of the world. Except now, instead of being strapped to some kind of gurney, she was naked on the hard ground.

Where am I? What’s happening?

Something tapped the thick glass.

Sofia glanced toward the noise, her head reeling as the sound echoed in her head like the beat of a drum. Everything seemed so … loud. Different. Even her vision seemed crisp, despite how groggy she felt.

“Ah, there she is.” That same voice from before floated through the glass.

She was being watched.

Sofia pushed up from the floor, scrambling backward. Her limbs gave out, and she landed on her ass, the shock from the impact reverberating through her body. Panicked, she brought her knees to her chest, covering herself.

She glanced frantically around the room, searching for a way out. Aside from a pile of blankets folded neatly on the ground beside her and a toilet along the opposite wall, there was nothing in here.

No furniture.

No door.

No way of escaping.

A tremor of fear skated down Sofia’s spine.

“There’s no need for modesty, Ms. Morales,” the man stated, his shadow growing as he moved closer to the glass. She heard a faint click, and then the glass cleared, allowing her to see the other side.

A man was standing on the other side of the glass, wearing a white lab coat, black slacks and a blue button-down shirt. A clipboard held in his hands, he stared through the glass at her with a clinical, uncaring expression.

Just behind him, two more people in lab coats sat at a high desk, typing on their computers. If they seemed disturbed by her captivity, or her nudity, they didn’t act like it.

“Who are you? What’s happening?” Sofia’s voice trembled with anxiety.

“I’m Dr. Connors. As for what’s happening; you’ve been selected to participate in a new scientific experiment that will pave a bright future for scientific advances around the world.”

“Participate?” she bit out hysterically, clutching her knees tightly to her chest. “I didn’t agree to participate in anything. I want to leave!”

“That would be impossible, Ms. Morales. You will remain within this facility until the experiment concludes.”

Oh God.

“Please, this is some kind of mistake. I shouldn’t be here. I didn’t sign up for anything.” The words caught in her throat, her heart racing. “I-I want to go home. Please let me go home,” she pleaded.

He sighed, glancing down at his clipboard. “The begging is unnecessary. You’ve already undergone the first part of the experiment. There’s no turning back now.”

“First part?” She shook her head in denial. “No … No, I would know if—”

She snapped her mouth closed abruptly. That blue liquid they’d injected into her—what was it?

What had they called it before she’d fallen asleep on that gurney?

Breeding serum.

Her womb clenched in answer. Sofia gritted her teeth from the sudden onslaught of pain in her core, just as another shiver wracked down her spine.

Another wave of pain flared to life, and she cried out, gripping her legs tightly until it abated.

“Interesting,” Dr. Connors murmured. He turned to a scientist behind him. “Mark this down: Patient is experiencing the first signs of mating heat. Is Subject Zero prepped for arrival?”

“Yes.”

He turned back toward her. “Ms. Morales, can you describe what you’re feeling? Any dizziness? Nausea? A particular feeling within your reproductive organs?”

“What did you do to me?” she bit out, another spasm contracting along her core. This time, it was accompanied by a sharp flash of arousal, so extreme that she whimpered in need.

She slammed her thighs together just as a flood of arousal seeped from her center.

“What did you do to me?!” Sofia shouted, enraged, terrified, and humiliated.

“There’s no need to raise your voice,” Dr. Connors chided. “It won’t help your situation and I find the noise rather grating on the ears.”

Stepping closer to the glass, he appraised her. “I injected you with an experimental serum six days ago. What you’re feeling now is the success of my hard work.”

Sofia swallowed thickly, tempted to scream at him again. She would, if she wasn’t petrified by what he’d do to her if she upset him. “Six days ago?”

He nodded. “The serum’s effects on the body are quite remarkable. You’ll likely notice that your senses are enhanced; your hearing is better. Your eyesight is perfect. I’ve heard that physical sensations are heightened as well, though only a few test subjects before you admitted that, so as of now, that is inconclusive.”

“What is the serum for?” she asked quietly. But she knew.

Breeding serum. The word taunted her, repeating over and over in her head.

“My employer was fortunate enough to discover a rather extraordinary creature just over a year ago,” Dr. Connors said instead, ignoring her question entirely. “Something out of a story. Or a nightmare, really. He brought that creature here, and employed a team of scientists, including myself, to study it.”

“A creature?” she whispered, confused and alarmed.

“Yes, something that had only been speculated on before. Lycanthropy,” he clarified, his voice filled with awe. “Such a fantastical concept that everyone believes it to be a myth. But it’s real, Ms. Morales, and I’ve blessed you with the opportunity to breed the next line of werewolves.”

“What?”

Werewolves? He was crazy. Certifiably insane.

I’ve been abducted by a lunatic.

Tears pricked Sofia’s eyes, the reality of her situation settling onto her shoulders like an oppressive weight she’d never be free of.

She’d been taken away from her life, experimented on.

And now this psycho plans to breed me like cattle.

Werewolves weren’t real, but what had he actually captured? A man? An animal?

“You don’t believe me.” Dr. Connors sighed. “It’s alright. Soon, you will. Although I must warn you, Subject Zero might not accept you as his mate. After we amplified his lycanthropic traits, his behavior has become far more … aggressive toward potential partners.”

One scientist at the desk behind Dr. Connors snorted out a short laugh. “That’s one way to put it.”

Fury slammed into Sofia, mixing with her fear. How was any of this funny? What kind of sick, twisted people were they?

“Forgive Dr. Hines.” Dr. Connor apologized. “Where were we? Ah, yes. We’re unsure of what Subject Zero seeks in a mating partner, so the breeding serum you’ve been given has magnified your scent to make you more palatable to his baser nature. It has also altered your reproductive organs, making them more akin to a female wolf’s. The discomfort you’re currently feeling, as well as your building arousal, is a sign that you’re in estrus.”

“I don’t know what that is,” she hissed, curling more protectively into her legs as another wave of spasms ignited in her womb.

She wouldn’t believe his evil scientist monologue at all if she didn’t hurt like this.

“Mating heat,” Dr. Connors simplified. “If you survive your meeting with Subject Zero, he will breed you continually until he impregnates you. If the fetus makes it to term and is born in good health, you’ll be given another serum. This one will ensure your estrus remains constant, allowing you to become a vessel to further our research.”

She was going to be sick.

“You’re crazy,” Sofia cried, pushing to her feet. Her legs shook, but as she wrapped her arms around her torso, she willed herself to remain upright.

With uncoordinated steps, she rushed the glass wall. Forgetting her need to hide her nakedness, she beat at it with her fists.

“Let me out of here!” she screamed.

“No.”

“Let me the fuck out!” Her next scream was filled with rage, so powerful in its severity that her throat stung when she finished. “You can’t just kidnap people off the streets—I-I have rights!” She hit the glass again, her hand throbbing.

Dr. Connors looked down his nose at her, his gaze condescending in its intensity. She felt more like a fly buzzing around his head, annoying him, than a human being trying to reason with him.

“I’m afraid that you don’t, Ms. Morales. Not in here.”

“The police will find me,” she warned him tightly, her hands aching as she slumped against the wall. “People will know I’m gone and they’ll look for me.”

She’d been missing for almost a week. Her boss would call the authorities when she missed several shifts in a row.

“Dr. Hines. Dr. Lopez. Please give me a moment with our new guest.”

The doctors rose from the table, not even sparing her a glance before they left the room.

“Who will know that you’re gone, Sofia?” Dr. Connors smirked, revealing the first crack in his expressionless mask. “Your boss, the drunk old man who can barely remember the days of the week? He received a text from your phone saying that you’d quit. He hasn’t bothered reaching out.”

“There are other people,” she told him faintly, more tears filling her vision. This time, she didn’t fight them. They slipped down her cheeks in waves. She was so scared, so hopeless. She couldn’t do anything but listen as the mad scientist continued.

“Who, Sofia?” He grinned, and there was something so familiar in that smile that she froze. “The regulars at the shit-hole diner you work at? None of them give a fuck about you. And you don’t give a fuck about them. Isn’t that right?”

“Y-You’ve been there,” she blubbered out, slamming her hand over her mouth in horror. “I waited on you.”

She remembered him now; the sleazy guy who’d grabbed her ass toward the end of his meal last week. He’d treated her like a piece of meat the entire night, and when he’d tried to get her number, she’d told him no.

“Yes.” He stepped so close to the glass, she could see the tiny flecks of gray in his blue eyes. “If only you’d agreed to go on a date with me, you’d have saved yourself a lifetime of hell. Now look at you; ready to be bred like a whore for a beast.”

She backed away from the glass, bile rising in her throat. “You did all of this because I wouldn’t go out with you?”

He nodded, the smile on his face turning positively maniacal. “I think you’re ready to meet your breeding partner, Sofia.”

He pressed a button on the glass that she hadn’t noticed before.

A loud, mechanical whirring noise sounded from the wall to her right.

Startled, she turned toward it, wiping at her tear-stained face with the back of her hand. Trepidation made her queasy, and instinctively, she backed up. She didn’t stop until she hit the adjacent wall, her shoulders digging into the structure.

An entire portion of the wall in front of her moved to the side, revealing a dark doorway.

Was this how they’d gotten her in here?

There is a way out.

Hope fluttered in her chest. Just as quickly as it appeared, it fled.

Movement in the dark caught her eye, and she tensed.

A low, ominous growl came from the doorway. Terror gripped her heart as a tall, massive beast stepped into the light.

Sofia opened her mouth and screamed.

Chapter 3

“No,” Sofia whispered fearfully, her voice hoarse from the feral, terrified wail she’d just unleashed. 

She was going to throw up. She was going to—

The creature stepped into the room, his head nearly reaching the ceiling.

She pressed her back harder against the wall, crossing her arms in front of her chest like she stood any chance in hell of protecting herself from harm.

This beast … this monster was going to kill her.

She knew it. Without a shadow of a doubt, she was dead.

“A w-w-wer—” her voice broke, the word trapped in her throat and refusing to come out as the monster took another slow, measured step forward.

A werewolf. A fucking werewolf!

How was this real? How could something like this even exist?

It reminded her of a creature from an old movie. It was almost human in body shape. It had two arms, two legs, but its features were distinctly lupine.

It stood on the pads of its feet; the heels arched and several inches off the ground. Humanoid legs, an almost normal torso, though it hunched forward slightly because of the brawn of its shoulders and head. Its arms were longer than a human’s, with large hands and claws at the end of its long fingers.

It was covered in black fur, some areas more pronounced than others.

But it’s face … It’s head …

It had a long snout, with sharp fangs, glowing, almond-shaped amber eyes. The fur was less prominent on its face, but lengthened on the top of its head and down to its back, as well as around its pointed ears and neck.

It squinted from the harshness of the light and then growled.

The sound was low, deep, and horrifying. But as it slid over her senses, it did something to her.

Sofia’s breath caught as a wave of unnatural desire flared to life inside her. Her core spasmed with need, a flood of slick pooling at her entrance and dampening her inner thighs.

The monster inhaled roughly, its massive head pivoting in her direction. It spotted her and stilled, its eyes narrowing threateningly.

Sofia whimpered, both in fear and confusion as another pulse of desire rocketed through her center. What was happening to her? Why was she reacting like this?

She wasn’t aroused, she was petrified!

Estrus. They experimented on you. Made you want this … this thing.

What else had Dr. Connors called it?

A mating heat.

The werewolf took a step in her direction, its movements careful and measured, like a hunter stalking its prey. It scented the air, and then growled again, the sound an intense rumble that vibrated through her entire being.

Her legs gave out, her back sliding down the wall. Her ass hit the cold floor, and hastily, she brought her knees to her chest, vision blinded by a flurry of tears that slid down her cheeks.

Still, she saw the blurred outline of the werewolf draw near. It stalked toward her, dwarfing her with its impressive height.

“Fascinating,” Dr. Connors murmured through the glass, his voice filled with excitement. “Subject Zero is quite interested in you, Ms. Morales.”

Oh, God.

Despite her pulse beating heavily in her ears, she heard the faint click of a door opening on the other side of the glass.

“Ah, Dr. Hines,” Dr. Connor said. “You’ve arrived just in time. Come closer.”

“Has he already torn her apart?” Dr. Hines asked lightly, the shuffling of his footsteps loud in Sofia’s ears.

“The opposite. He’s intrigued by her. Look at his behavior. Posture is relaxed, amber eyes as opposed to red. He’s barely feral.”

Sofia dared a quick glance at the glass wall. It had gone back to its opaque hue, leaving her well and truly alone.

You were alone anyway.

The werewolf prowled closer, the floor beneath her feet trembling faintly from his sheer mass.

“He’s aroused,” Dr. Connors murmured.

Sofia’s gaze snapped to the werewolf, and her eyes rounded in absolute terror as she caught sight of the giant, inhuman erection between the werewolf’s legs. Just as quickly, she slammed her eyes shut and whimpered.

This can’t be happening. This isn’t real.

The trembling under her ceased, the sound of the werewolf’s clawed feet on the hard floor disappearing entirely.

Had it stopped moving? She hoped so. She didn’t want that thing anywhere near her.

“Have you enabled the cameras?” Dr. Hines asked. “We’ll need to capture everything for further study.”

Bile rose in her throat, the implications of her impending future impossible to ignore. She was going to be bred like cattle by a heinous monster, and they were going to record it.

Study it.

“Of course. Though I planned on being here to witness their first session together,” Dr. Connors informed the other man.

You sick bastard!

There was a brief pause, followed by Dr. Hines clearing his throat. “Subject Zero might become territorial if he senses another male nearby while he ruts his breeding partner. He’s already showing his receptiveness to this female; we can’t risk him losing control and killing her because of our own curiosity.”

“Are you questioning my decision?” Dr. Connors snapped.

“Yes, if it impedes our research. We’ve been waiting for a breakthrough, and this is it. Destroying that because of your curiosity is unacceptable.”

Dr. Connors sighed. “Very well.”

“How about we go grab some lunch while these two … get acquainted? There’s a new Thai place in the next town that’s gotten good reviews online.”

All sound to the next room cut off abruptly, leaving only Sofia’s choked breaths to echo in the air.

She almost bit out a hysterical laugh. Those men had just left her in here, at the mercy of a monster, so they could go grab lunch.

I’m trapped in a nightmare.

Those clawed feet clicked on the floor again, and she stiffened. Heat closed in around her front, and a thick press of hair grazed her calf.

Sofia cried out in panic, jerking her leg away from the creature. But there was no place to go.

She was trapped.

She clutched her knees tightly to her chest, her grip so fierce on her skin she’d have bruises later.

The werewolf’s body heat amplified around her, his fur pressing all over her bare flesh.

Afraid to look, but terrified to not look, Sofia peeled her teary eyes open. She recoiled in horror, the back of her head slamming into the wall.

He was crouched directly in front of her, his face only a few inches from hers.

She turned her head to the side right as the werewolf’s snout touched her face. His nose pressed against her cheek, his fangs so close to her throat.

“P-Please don’t kill me,” she whined, a high-pitched, keening cry passing her lips. She’d never uttered the sound before. Didn’t know where it came from. But she did at again as her fear sky-rocketed.

The werewolf snarled, and she cried out, terrified of what he would do to her.

He opened his maw, a long, thick tongue slipping out. Before Sofia could avoid it, he licked her cheek in one slow movement. The hot, wet feel of it made her shiver. Another wave of pleasure exploded through her core, and she whimpered, squeezing her legs harder together.

He licked her cheek again. With one hand, he grabbed the crown of her head, turning her head roughly to the other side. The tips of his claws dug into her scalp, and then he licked her other cheek, that same languid motion of his tongue.

“No … cry,” he grated out, the words so distorted, so monstrous, they barely registered through the fear clogging Sofia’s mind.

When they did, her eyes widened, her gaze flitting across his lupine features in disbelief. “Y-You can talk?”

Just then, Dr. Connor’s words from earlier played back in her head.

They’d experimented on this … this werewolf, too. They’d taken away his humanity and turned him into this.

Hadn’t he once been a man?

Was he trying to comfort her?

Maybe I’m not so alone after all. Maybe we can help each other get out of here …

She doubted it was possible—hadn’t the scientists said he was unstable? One wrong move and she could die.

But he didn’t seem so crazed right now.

A deep rumble reverberated from his chest, and more slick dripped from her core, a rush of liquid coating her thighs.

She winced, sucking in a quick, pained breath as a cramp hit her womb.

The werewolf cocked his head to the side, studying her.

“You … Need,” he growled, saliva dripping from his fangs.

He released her head abruptly, crawling backward a few feet. She barely had a moment’s reprieve from him before he grabbed her ankles, yanking her aggressively toward him.

“No!” Sofia wailed, flailing her legs against his hold as she slid away from the wall. Her back hit the floor before he dragged her a few feet across it.

If the werewolf noticed her struggles, he didn’t acknowledge them. Instead, he pulled her closer, before wrenching her legs wide apart. The cold air caressed her wet, heated center, the shock of it freezing her in place, her eyes locked on his face.

More saliva dripped from his open maw, his tongue darting out and catching a few drops before he licked his snout.

Then he dropped down in front of her, shoving his head between her thighs. He opened his maw wide, the top of his snout settling over her mound.

And he licked.

His long, hot tongue swept over her folds erratically, lapping at her slick.

It was horrible.

Awful.

But despite how wrong this was, a wave of pleasure exploded through her pussy, the discomfort in her womb easing instantly.

A shudder wracked over him as he tasted her again, animalistic noises bursting from his throat. He dragged her closer still, his sharp claws digging painfully into her thighs, the tips of his fangs pressing down on her lower belly.

“Stop!” she shouted, only for a desperate moan to slip out when he licked her again, finding her entrance and shoving his tongue deep into her pussy. It writhed around inside her, teasing her inner walls and hitting her G-spot.

Her eyes rolled back into her head, her lips parting in a silent plea for more. Instinctively, she rolled her hips, needing … Needing—

He growled hungrily, snapping her out of her daze even as another spasm rocked her center.

This is wrong!

“S-Stop!” Sofia begged, her hands landing on his head. She shoved him away from her, scrambling backward. It was useless—he still had a firm hold on her—but she struggled to break free, anyway.

More tears slipped down her cheeks, and she let out another distressed sob.

Immediately, the werewolf reared back, his tongue leaving her pussy. He dropped her legs, his teeth grazing over her skin before he pushed to his feet.

Towering over her, he let out a savage roar, his eyes changing from that ethereal amber to a bright blood-red.

He’s going to kill me!

She threw her hands in front of her face, shielding herself as he moved.

He leaped away from her, slamming his body into the glass wall on her left. He roared again, claws scraping down the surface in an ear-splitting screech.

He attacked the wall in a frenzied swipe of his claws, unleashing another primordial bellow of rage when he didn’t tear into anything.

And all Sofia could do was watch.

Chapter 4

Sofia didn’t move from the floor. For what felt like hours, she huddled into herself, witnessing the werewolf’s explosive rage, his fury growing in time with her terror.

When his claws hadn’t worked to destroy the walls, he’d started slamming his body against the glass, his efforts to no avail. This werewolf was massive, and the corded muscles of his body … it looked like he could cause so much damage effortlessly.

So why wouldn’t the glass break?

It’s got to be made of something extremely durable.

Durable enough to keep a werewolf contained, at least.

The animalist noises her companion made with each frenzied slam into the wall were guttural. Filled with an agonized violence so primordial, Sofia didn’t know how to describe it.

She didn’t blame him for his anger. For his rage. What they’d done to her was horrible, but it was nothing compared to what he’d endured. He’d been turned into a literal monster.

She could only speculate what he’d looked like before. He must have been human enough, given that Dr. Connors had stripped away this poor soul’s humanity.

Besides, didn’t werewolves have two forms? A human form and a wolf form that came out during a full moon?

That’s how it was in movies, and as she had no other knowledge of lycanthropy, she could only speculate.

If the movies had gotten that right, then her companion was stuck in his wolf form. Created to rely only on his baser, lupine instincts.

Despite the fear and worry that permeated Sofia for her own wellbeing, she also felt horrible for this werewolf. Even if they escaped from this place, would there be any way to help him?

Or was he confined to that body forever?

A heavy cramp pulsed through her womb, and Sofia bit back a cry of pain, her prior thoughts fleeing in an instant. Hunching her shoulders, she breathed in roughly, trying to relieve the ache rioting through her.

Her cramps were getting worse.

Was her body having a physical reaction to her fear? Or was it him? Was his behavior, or just his presence, making her symptoms of estrus more severe?

This is hell. I’m in hell, she thought bitterly.

What had she done to deserve this?

She was a good person, damnit. She always treated everyone she encountered with respect and dignity. Even when Dr. Connors, that pathetic excuse for a human being, had asked her out, she’d turned him down politely. She’d told him she had a boyfriend as a way of explanation, hoping it would deter him from harassing her anymore.

Granted, she’d been lying to keep his behavior from escalating. But in her defense, how would he have known she was actually single? He wouldn’t have—not until he’d looked into her. And by that point, he’d already been planning to abduct her. To experiment on her.

A real boyfriend probably wouldn’t have mattered.

Not to a madman.

The werewolf threw back his head, maw opening wide. He released a wild, haunting howl, the sound echoing through the clinical room.

It was so powerful, Sofia clamped her hands over her ears as it pierced her eardrums painfully.

“Stop!” she shouted, her voice strained. She didn’t think he’d heard her, she couldn’t hear anything over his howl, but almost immediately, he quieted down.

He stopped slamming on the glass wall, pushing away from it entirely and pivoting around to face her. He tilted his head toward her, his nose twitching as he inhaled in her direction.

Something twitched between his legs, and naturally, Sofia glanced down.

His cock, which she’d done her best to avoid gawking at, was huge. Pink, and thick, with a head that came to an odd, soft point as opposed to round. The base of his shaft was swollen, and for the briefest moment, she couldn’t help but wonder what that would feel like inside her.

Would it alleviate that deep, unbearable ache? She felt so empty. Her mouth watered as his cock twitched again, seeming to grow even thicker, even longer the more she studied it.

She bet if her pussy spasmed around that, it wouldn’t hurt. It’d feel so fucking good—

She looked away as a flare of desire exploded through her womb, more slick seeping from her core.

She shook her head, desperately trying to clear it from the haze of lust engulfing her mind. She didn’t even feel afraid anymore, just impossibly aroused.

What is wrong with you? You don’t find him attractive, so resist whatever you’re feeling. It isn’t you, it’s this … this thing inside of you.

The clack of nails on the floor had her gaze flying back to the beast as he approached her, his eyes once again a bright, glowing amber.

The red in his eyes was completely gone, and the hostility radiating from him was missing, too. Instead, he watched her with rapt attention, a low rumble emanating from his chest that had her squirming, desperate for relief.

As if sensing her growing desire, the werewolf crouched on all fours, slowly crawling toward her with an intent she could only describe as sexual. Pearly liquid dripped from his cock, dotting the floor as he drew near.

Almost entranced, Sofia watched as more dribbled from his tip, some of it sliding down his shaft in a tantalizing motion. Her stomach twisted with hunger, and she licked her lips before she could help herself.

Why do I want to taste it? Why does that make me feel so hungry?

She likely hadn’t eaten since her capture, but what she felt was so out of the realm of normal, she didn’t know how to react. She hadn’t felt hungry since she’d woken up, but now, seeing more of that milky fluid leaked out of his cock, she was suddenly … famished.

The werewolf paused, holding out a large clawed hand. “You … need,” he rasped, beckoning her to him.

Yes, yes, she needed him—

No!

“I-I don’t want sex!” she exclaimed in a panic, afraid that he’d try to initiate it with her again.

More importantly, she was terrified that she might give in to the feelings pounding through her.

The werewolf growled, the noise distinctly irritated. “You need,” he said again.

She swallowed thickly, fighting the impulses rising to the forefront. “I can’t help it. T-They did something to me,” she explained poorly. She took a deep breath before trying again. “They said something about estrus and mating heat. I don’t really know what any of that is. I’m not like you. I’m not a werewolf; I’m just a human.”

The werewolf shook his head. “Omega,” he rumbled, a deep hum resonating through his chest.

Sofia shivered, her nipples hardening into stiff peaks as warmth spread through her center. Fuck. She liked that hum. She liked it a lot.

No! Focus, Sofia.

Slowly, she dropped her arms from around her legs, though she still kept her knees up by her chest, covering herself as much as she was able.

Did her modesty honestly matter at this point? She doubted it. He’d already licked her vagina, and for a moment, as she’d been sprawled out on the floor, her naked body had been exposed to him.

Still, she needed to cling to some sort of normalcy, of comfort, while she could.

“What do you mean? What’s Omega?”

He reached out again. This time, his clawed hand caressed her ankle, his thick black nails trailing lightly over her skin. Unbidden, her legs parted slightly, her body relaxing into his touch. Even the cramps plaguing her quieted down, though they didn’t disappear entirely. “You.”

So focused on the tender, yet oddly erotic caress, it took Sofia a moment to register what he’d said.

When she did, her brow furrowed in confusion. “Me? I’m Omega?”

What did that mean?

He hummed, his hand gently sliding up her leg until it rested just below her kneecap. The gesture was so oddly human that a pang pierced her chest.

“What’s your name?” Sofia asked suddenly. “You have one, right?”

His maw snapped shut with a hard click of fangs. He looked away from her and down at the ground, as if in shame. Even his gruff humming stopped, leaving her feeling bereft without it.

“I’m sorry,” Sofia said softly. “If you don’t have a name, that’s okay.”

What if he couldn’t remember anything before all of this? What if her innocent question triggered another fit of rage? He was so close. He could swipe at her with those claws, could lock his fangs around her throat before she even had a chance to react.

The thought should have petrified her, but for whatever reason, she didn’t feel as scared of him as she had a few hours ago.

Was it because of the mating heat? Or because she felt like he was the only lifeline she could cling to during this ordeal?

He snarled, and then grated out, “Vic … tor.”

“Victor?” Sofia repeated hesitantly.

He hummed again, lifting his amber eyes to meet hers.

“Victor’s a great name. I’m Sofia.”

“Omega.”

“No,” she told him firmly. “Sofia.”

“Sofia … is Omega.” His fingers closed around her left knee. He pushed her leg aside, and for whatever reason, she didn’t fight him, even as the move revealed her wet center. “Omega needs …” He growled harshly, his claws biting into her flesh. “… seed.”

Seed? As in …

Sofia risked a glance between his legs, his hard cock jutting toward her threateningly.

He wants to give me his cum, she thought faintly, anxiety finally rearing its head to his proximity.

Abruptly, she planted her hands on the floor, shoving herself up and off the ground. Quickly, she shuffled away from Victor, needing as much distance between them as possible.

As soon as his hand dropped from her knee, an unpleasant chill wracked down her spine, and the cramps that he’d kept at bay with his touch came flooding back.

Sofia whimpered in pain, hunching over and taking a stuttering breath.

“Need seed,” Victor grated out again in exasperation. “Worse … without.”

“I don’t want your seed!” Sofia shouted, caught between a hysterical cry and a gasp of agony. Her womb contracted harshly as goosebumps exploded over her flesh. “I just want to go home. I just want—” Her voice broke as she realized she would never see home again.

She was going to die here, and no one would even miss her.

No one even knew she was gone.

Her legs went out from under her, and she collapsed back onto the floor as tears streaked down her face. “I don’t want to be here,” she sobbed. “I don’t want to feel like-like this. I-I—”

Her teeth chattered together, a violent shiver working through her as another sob had her shoulders shaking.

Why was it so cold suddenly? This didn’t feel like the heat she’d been experiencing so far. It felt like she was getting sick.

She stilled, and a horrified gasp escaped her.

What if her body was rejecting whatever breeding serum they’d injected her with? What if she was dying, and this was how it started?

“S-Something’s wrong,” Sofia bit out, rubbing her arms frantically in an attempt to keep warm. She rocked back and forth on the ground, her entire body trembling. “I-I’m really c-cold.”

“Need me,” Victor growled. “Need mate.”

“N-No s-s-sex,” Sofia said, her voice quavering. “N-No mating.”

Victor snarled again, standing to his full height. He stalked over to her, grabbing her roughly by the biceps. “Mate,” he snarled.

She squawked in fear as he ripped her up from the floor, spinning her away from him.

Her back pressed against his torso, the feel of fur on her skin not unpleasant. A large arm wrapped around her stomach, just as his hard cock rubbed against her ass.

She startled in his hold, writhing pitifully against him. “No! Let me g-go!”

Victor growled in her ear, and she froze. He dropped to the floor, taking her with him. Shifting onto his side, she had no choice but to follow, afraid that fighting back would set him off.

With a huff, that was distinctly male aggravation, Victor pinned her against his body. He tossed a massive leg over both of hers, effectively trapping her to him.

The need to struggle for freedom rose to the surface, right as a wave of warmth encompassed her frame.

Whatever plans Sofia had to flee from Victor’s hold died as another blast of heat emanated from his body and seeped into hers.

“You’re so warm,” Sofia murmured, her shivering abating. Her cramps improved, too, just like they had when he’d touched her leg.

She didn’t know how he was keeping the pain away, but right now? Like this? She didn’t care.

Victor nuzzled the side of her head with his snout. “Rest,” he commanded.

And for some inexplicable reason, her body obeyed him.

Sofia closed her eyes and slept.

Chapter 5

Pangs of hunger woke Sofia from a dead sleep. 

Groggily, she moaned, clutching at her stomach when it rumbled angrily. At least she wasn’t experiencing any crazy arousal. Right now, all she felt was hunger.

Blearily, she opened her eyes, surprised that it was dark in the clinical room. Her kidnappers didn’t care about her, so why turn the lights off to help her sleep?

How long have I been out, anyway?

It felt like hours.

She hadn’t even felt tired when she’d fallen asleep, but one command from her werewolf companion, and she’d obeyed him instantly. It was weird, but after everything she’d discovered since she’d woken up trapped here, it was a very minor oddity.

Victor was still behind her, his warm body cocooned around her protectively. His arms encircled her waist, a large leg tossed over both of hers. His snout rested on the top of her head, his breathing loud but steady.

He’s sleeping.

Although he was a massive, volatile werewolf, she felt safe in the shelter of his arms. She didn’t mind the closeness. The comfort.

Feeling anything other than fear or blinding pain … it was a blessing in a place like this.

How delusional is that?

She wasn’t actually safe with Victor. Anything could set him off—she’d witnessed that earlier, yet she felt infinitely better in his care than she did with Dr. Connors, or any of the other scientists that worked here.

Because he hasn’t hurt you like they have.

Speaking of …

Sofia lifted her head off of Victor’s shoulder and looked up at the glass wall. It was still opaque, but what were the odds Dr. Connors was on the other side, ‘studying’ them together?

A shiver of revulsion slithered down her spine, the mere thought making her want to vomit.

Hopefully, the mad scientist wasn’t watching them right now. The other doctor had scolded him about it, not wanting his presence to upset Victor. But that didn’t mean that sick bastard wasn’t monitoring them via other methods.

There was a camera; she remembered them discussing it briefly before they’d left. But where was it?

She glanced around the room, moving her head slowly to not wake the werewolf behind her.

His clawed fingers twitched over her hip, and his cock was stiff against her ass. It had been hard since they’d met, but since he hadn’t really forced himself on her, she tried to ignore it.

Once she finished scanning what she could see of the room, she dropped her head back to Victor’s arm.

She didn’t see a camera at all. Maybe it was behind the glass, so it couldn’t be destroyed or tampered with?

That was too bad; she’d have loved for Victor to rip it off the wall and destroy it. It wouldn’t matter in the end, but the small act of violence against their captors would make her feel better.

Sofia’s stomach growled loudly in the quiet of the room, and she winced. The hunger pains were getting worse.

At least you’re not cramping or crazy aroused, though.

For now.

She had a sinking suspicion that as soon as Victor stopped touching her, she’d be right back where she’d started. Unbearably horny, and terrified that her werewolf would fuck her. She was equally terrified that she’d enjoy it. That she’d beg him for more, and debase herself just to keep the pain away.

The doctors would record everything, too. She’d have shameful sex with a monster and they’d study it. Force her to get pregnant, and then they’d take her baby. Experiment on it, just like they had her—

Sofia whimpered in distress, that same keening cry she’d started uttering since she’d woken up pouring from her throat.

Victor’s breathing hitched and then quieted. She tensed as his clawed fingers trailed over her leg, dipping between her thighs.

Her eyes widened as he cupped her pussy, and growled into her ear, “Omega’s hungry.”

She froze, terrified that he’d shove his claws into her entrance and hurt her.

He didn’t, his hold on her firm but not threatening. She relaxed back into him.

“I am hungry, Victor,” she eventually confirmed, silently praying that saying his name would help him focus on the fact that he wasn’t only a monster. He was a person, damnit. “Do you think they’ll feed us?”

“I feed … you,” he snarled darkly.

His fingers curled, and he pulled her hips back, grinding the length of his hard shaft against her ass.

Immediately, a flood of arousal seeped from her core, his fingers catching her slick before it could dampen her thighs.

He growled, the deep rumble vibrating through her. The sound caused a wave of desire to pulse through her womb, more slick gushing from her entrance. There was so much of it, and it was for him.

Her cheeks heated in shame. But that shame did nothing to combat the depraved, carnal thoughts that surged through her mind.

What would it feel like for him to fuck her? To push his long, thick cock into her pussy until she couldn’t take anymore? He was so big, it would be difficult to take him. And that swelling around the base of his shaft … What was it?

Was it supposed to go inside her, too?

Instinctively, Sofia rocked her pussy over his fingers, careful to keep from scratching herself on the sharp tips of his claws.

Victor growled again, turning her until she was flat on her back, the cold floor chilling her skin. He blanketed her body, his hard, long cock resting over her pussy and lower belly. His lupine face hovered over hers, reminding her exactly what she was enticing.

An animal.

A werewolf.

Victor’s amber eyes glowed with lust, and he slid the length of his cock between her folds, the tip resting a few inches below her belly button. The feel of him, so big, so hot and aroused, startled her out of her own lust-filled thoughts.

Sofia planted her hands on the ground by her hips, her body tensing in panic. “What are you—”

He grabbed her waist as he jerked his hips forward, sliding his erection over her sex with a feral grunt.

The pressure on her clit had a burst of pleasure exploding through her womb, whatever ideas she’d had about fleeing his embrace disappearing. He thrust against her again, his movements jerky and uncoordinated. His claws pinched her skin.

He could cut her so easily, could lose control and—

Victor dropped his head against her chest, licking over the top of her breast and up to her collarbone. He went higher, lapping at the side of her neck with long, languid strokes that left her wanting more.

She shivered, angling her head to the side as he rolled his hips again, sliding his cock over her wet folds as he growled. Each frantic, quick thrust teased her clit, and a knot of pleasure formed in her womb, growing larger with each passing second.

Her pussy spasmed around nothing, and a small whimper of protest escaped her throat.

She needed his cock, needed it inside—

Hot, thick liquid spurted on to her lower belly.

Victor grunted. He pushed away from her, standing to a crouch between her thighs. He reached down, scooping up some of the pearly cum he’d deposited onto her stomach.

He held it out to her expectantly, his clawed finger so close to her mouth. “Need to eat,” he grated out slowly.

Instinctively, she shook her head. It was bad enough she’d just let him use her body to jerk off on! She wasn’t going to eat his cum!

That was disgusting. Disturbing—

He brought his hand closer to her face, and she inhaled, catching whiffs of the musky, yet sweet aroma coating his finger. Her mouth watered, her stomach twisting with hunger.

It smelled absolutely delicious. Her lips parted of their own accord, a voracious need consuming her. Just before she could lick the cum from his finger, she stopped herself.

Jerking her head back, she angled it away from him, confused and scared by her reaction.

“I don’t want that!” she spat out, the lie bitter on her tongue.

She wanted it, but she didn’t understand why.

Everything was wrong. Her body, her mind, her instincts. Nothing made sense anymore.

Victor snarled down at her when she shoved his hand away from her face, showing off his long, impressive fangs.

He grabbed the top of her head with his free hand, angling it until she was facing him. Then he shoved the pad of his glistening finger over her lips, smearing his cum all over her mouth.

She gagged, and he let go, huffing in displeasure. He backed away from her, giving her plenty of space.

Finally free, she turned onto her side to retch.

Except, as soon as she opened her mouth, her tongue darted out, sliding over her wet lips.

Victor’s cum was still warm, and it tasted like heaven.

Sweet, with a hint of salt, and male musk.

Her brain short-circuited.

All the reasons she should be disgusted flitted away until all that remained was that insatiable hunger.

Sofia moaned, tasting him on her tongue.

More!

She cleaned her lips quickly, and then frantically scooped up the rest of his cum from her belly, stuffing her fingers into her mouth like a starving animal given its first meal in weeks.

In a sense, she wasn’t wrong.

“Why is it so good?” Sofia groaned around her fingers, sucking them until there was nothing left. Not even a drop remained on her belly.

No!

Her hand shook as she pulled it from her mouth, a desperate, keening cry leaving her throat.

Now that she’d had a taste, she needed more. Craved it like a drug.

The thought was sobering, and immediately, she felt disgusted with herself.

She was sick in the head. The scientists had fucked her up, made her into this … this thing, and then abandoned her to the unknown.

Tears pricked her vision, and she hated that she felt so pathetic. That she was struggling so hard to come to grips with something she just couldn’t understand.

“Victor,” Sofia cried brokenly. “Please, I don’t understand—”

“Omegas need cum,” Victor explained slowly, his words guttural. “Lots of cum when in heat.”

Lots of …

Sofia pivoted back around until she was lying on her back once more, staring up at Victor’s cock with rapt attention. Her momentary sadness was all but forgotten when she caught sight of the milky fluid leaking from his cockhead.

Cum dribbled from the tip, sliding down his glistening cock in a faint, teasing line.

Sofia licked her lips, her mind at war. This was wrong. So wrong, but …

She was in heat. She needed this. Needed his cum to sustain herself. To survive.

There was no shame in ensuring her own survival, she reasoned with herself.

“I-I need more,” she whispered pitifully.

Her stomach rumbled in agreement.

Victor hummed. He crawled back over to her, his cock jutting up between his thighs. Sofia opened her mouth, almost like she could feel him stuffed inside it already. A tiny bit of drool slipped out of the side of her mouth in anticipation.

She didn’t care.

She didn’t care about anything anymore but having another taste. Drinking him down until her stomach stopped hurting.

God, she was so damned hungry.

Dropping to the floor, Victor sat with his back against the white wall. Gruffly, he grabbed her, dragging her forward until her shoulder brushed his thigh, her head buried in his lap.

His cock stood at attention, less than an inch away from her face.

“Suck,” Victor ordered, taking hold of his thick shaft.

Sofia’s pussy spasmed at the command, a wave of desire blossoming back to life.

Reservations completely forgotten, she eagerly pushed up to her hands and knees, placing her mouth right over the pointed head of his cock. Her arms trembled, both in excitement and with nerves.

Starving, she opened wide, letting him guide his length into her waiting mouth.

Chapter 6

Victor’s tip barely fit past Sofia’s lips. 

It didn’t matter. As soon as his cockhead, covered in glistening, heady cum, entered her mouth, she sucked.

Her eyes rolled back into her head at the taste of him, her hunger intensifying.

She was ravenous. Desperate.

She licked the underside of his tip, where some of that pearly liquid had gone, and moaned.

Had anything ever tasted so good? She didn’t think so. It was like the best dessert she’d ever had in her life, so flavorful and delicious. She couldn’t get enough.

She didn’t even care that she was behaving erratically, all but crazed for Victor’s cum. She wanted more. So much more.

I need it.

Craved it, more than anything else in this world. More than freedom, more than safety. She just needed this.

That’s all she could think about. Drinking down every drop Victor could give her until she was finally sated.

How long would that take? Hours? Days? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was having another taste. Of gorging herself until there was nothing left.

That insatiable need swelled inside her, demanding she give in to her cravings. That she give in to the desires rioting through her body that she couldn’t make sense of.

She opened her mouth wider, desperate to take more of him. Eager to feel him hit the back of her throat. For that delicious cum to fill her belly.

He feels so good.

Crawling over his thigh until she settled between his legs, Sofia grabbed the sides of his hips, his fur teasing her palms as she pulled herself closer.

More, more, more—

A spurt of hot, addicting cum hit the roof of her mouth, and her womb spasmed, her desire turning into a molten, delirious sensation as it spread.

With a small, muffled cry, she lapped at his tip, encouraging more to spill into her mouth.

Victor grunted, and more cum gushed from his cock, feeding her just like she needed.

It was everything, and not enough. Not nearly enough.

A fine tremor slid over her skin, her hands shaking as she scooted closer to her werewolf.

Greedily, she swallowed, sucking Victor’s cock harder. She bobbed her head over his tip, forcing herself to take another inch despite the way her lips stretched taut over his thick shaft.

He’s so big.

Whimpering when she couldn’t take as much as she wanted, she tried again.

A large, clawed hand dropped onto the back of her head, holding her in place.

“Easy, Omega,” Victor growled lowly.

Slick spilled from her entrance as he guided her head forward, lifting his hips and thrusting shallowly into her mouth. He pumped his length deeper, more of his cum hitting her tongue.

Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she hummed in pleasure, frantic for whatever he could provide.

She swallowed more of his essence, and the pain in her stomach eased. Gone were the pangs of hunger, replaced by a delightful heat that grew inside her.

She relaxed her jaw, and he slid further into the cavern of her mouth. He went so deep, she could scarcely breathe, her muscles tensing as she fought with herself to relax.

Sofia had only just gotten used to the feel of him when Victor threw his head back, hitting the wall behind him roughly. He unhinged his jaw, releasing a deep, primal roar. And then he shoved her head down on his lap, slamming his cock down her throat in one heavy stroke.

Sofia gagged, her jaw aching as she struggled to take him. She dug her nails into his hips, trying to pull away. Needing a moment to breathe.

But he wouldn’t let go.

He moved quickly, keeping his cock buried in her mouth as he moved her onto her back. The cold floor hit her spine, Victor’s hand still cradling the back of her head. He crouched over her face, his knees on the ground on either side of her head.

Eyes wild with lust, he thrust into her mouth, his tip hitting the back of her throat with reckless abandon.

Despite her uncertainty, and his rough handling, her pussy spasmed, her inner thighs becoming drenched in her own arousal.

Yes! I want this!

She wanted him to take her, to fuck her and own her. To make her so delirious with pleasure that she couldn’t think about anything else.

“Good Omega,” he grated out, his voice heavy with lust. “My Omega. Mine!” he bellowed, fucking her mouth faster than before. Rough, sharp pumps of his cock that had her pussy weeping, desperate to feel him buried in her core.

He’d fuck her savagely. Like a feral beast, and she wanted that. Needed to be devoured, to be taken hard.

He’ll breed me.

The thought came unbidden, but instead of scaring Sofia, it enthralled her. Excited her.

Victor inhaled roughly. “Your scent,” he growled, his pace increasing until he was pumping into her mouth with uninhibited thrusts. “Want to taste you.”

Oh, god. He’d given her a glimpse of that before, of how he’d feel with his head between her legs, his tongue buried in her pussy. Her pulse spiked, that ball of desire in her womb tightening until she felt on the verge of release.

“Take,” he groaned gutturally, driving deeper into her mouth. He forced his thick length all the way, only stopping when the swelling around the base of his shaft kissed her lips.

Sofia writhed beneath him, her jaw aching, her lungs burning as she fought to breathe through her nose.

It was too much; he was too powerful. Too wide, too fucking large—

He stopped suddenly, and his cock pulsed. Thick, hot ropes of cum spilled down her throat, so much more than before. It overflowed her mouth, tricking down her chin.

Moaning loudly, she swallowed, taking as much as she could.

All too soon, he pulled back, removing his still hard cock from her mouth.

He sat back down, lifting her from the ground and placing her in his lap. His large hands roamed over her skin in a gentle caress, so at odds with the rough way he’d fucked her mouth.

She had a feeling the way he’d fed her had been his version of gentle. It should have bothered her. What they’d done. Maybe on some level it did, but right now …

It felt nice, and now that the hunger pains had left her, she was exhausted. Even as her eyelids grew heavy, her desire didn’t ebb. It remained constant, her pussy and thighs a mess of slick that she couldn’t be rid of.

At least you’re not cramping right now.

No, she wasn’t in pain. But she needed more.

Sofia made a soft keening noise, feeling bereft.

Victor cupped the back of her head, holding her still. He leaned down, his nose brushing her cheek. He licked the side of her chin, cleaning his cum from her face, before shoving his tongue past her lips, invading her mouth.

Startled, she gasped, stiffening in his arms. A second later, she tasted him, and melted back into his embrace.

An intense rumble vibrated from Victor’s chest, his cock jutting between them and resting against her pussy. Her fingers itched to touch him, to explore him.

I’m kissing a freaking werewolf, she thought hysterically.

And she didn’t hate it. In fact, she leaned in closer, compelled by some unknown emotion.

Slowly, Victor eased back, staring down at her. “Do you … feel better?” he asked.

“Yeah.” She cleared her throat, and then winced when it throbbed dully. “I don’t feel hungry anymore, Victor. Thank you.”

She blushed as soon as the last two words passed her lips.

Thank you?

She’d never thanked a man for shoving his dick down her throat before. Let alone thanked him for making her swallow his release. This entire situation was so unbelievable, she nearly let out an unhinged laugh.

Instead, she bit her lower lip. “My cramps are gone, too. Was that supposed to happen when I drank your …?” She looked away from him, feeling shy.

At least she didn’t feel ashamed of what she’d done.

Not yet.

Victor hummed. “Temporary. It will come back soon,” he said slowly.

“The cramps?”

“The heat,” he corrected. “Won’t stop until—”

He growled suddenly, the sound so much different from how it had been only a few short minutes ago. It was angry. Hostile.

Deadly.

“Victor?” Sofia asked hesitantly, hyperaware of the fact she was sitting in the lap of a werewolf who was capable of anything.

His eyes flashed a brilliant, terrifying red.

She gasped, jerking backward. Before she could scramble out of his arms, his grip tightened on her head, and he latched an arm around her waist, yanking her against his chest.

His hold was painful, and she let out a panicked cry. “Victor, stop!”

Something hissed overhead.

Victor looked up, snarling furiously. He pushed Sofia off of his lap, standing to his feet and leaping at the ceiling.

What is he doing?!

She crawled away from him, his roar of fury quickening her movements until she was a safe distance away. She turned, so confused and scared about what had set him off.

When she glanced up, she froze.

White smoke covered the ceiling, filtering in from a vent she hadn’t noticed before. The smoke spread, pumping into the room at an alarming rate.

Victor leaped at the vent again, his claws slicing over the metal surface. Was he trying to block it?

“What is that?” Sofia asked hoarsely, afraid to move. Afraid to do anything.

Victor roared, dropping back to the ground. He stumbled back, body listing to the left. And then he went down, hitting the floor hard.

Sofia screamed, forgetting her own fear. She jumped up from the ground, rushing toward him. “Victor!”

Just as she neared him, a wave of dizziness slammed into her.

Her legs went out from under her, and she fell on top of him, her small body blanketing his. He didn’t move, didn’t even grunt from the force of her weight bearing down on him.

“Vic—” Sofia’s voice cut off, the world around her dimming.

Her muscles went lax, her body unresponsive even as she struggled to move—to do anything. She couldn’t.

It was like she’d become paralyzed. Her eyes slid closed, the exhaustion she’d felt before amplifying.

Just then, she heard the door to her room open.

Several sets of footsteps quickly followed, drawing near.

“Move quickly,” Dr. Connors ordered, the sound of his voice causing a shiver of fear to race down Sofia’s spine. That brief spike of terror kept her awake enough to hear him say, “Subject Zero won’t be unconscious for long. We need to run tests on Ms. Morales to ensure the mating heat is still in effect.”

Tests? They were taking her away from Victor?

No!

“The progress they’ve made so far is astounding,” Dr. Hines chimed in. “Though I admit, I’m disappointed we haven’t seen results yet.”

“There’s something we can do about that,” Dr. Connors said vaguely, before his laughter filled the room.

It was the last thing Sofia heard before the world went dark.

Chapter 7

“Mom!” Sofia called from her bedroom, rolling her eyes when she didn’t receive a response.

Of course, her mom was ignoring her again. She did that a lot when Dad was home, not wanting to upset him by talking too loud. He got angry when he couldn’t relax, and it was never fun when he was mad at them both.

Lately, it seemed like he was always mad. That’s why her mom started beach days; as a way for the two of them to sneak away for a few hours when he had the day off, so her dad could enjoy some time to himself.

And today was going to be the best beach day ever. Mom had told Sofia they could get ice cream afterward and go to the aquarium.

Excitedly, Sofia snatched up her beach towel and the floaties her best friend Drew had gotten her for her ninth birthday. Rushing from her bedroom, she called for her mom again as she raced down the long hall.

“Mom, I’m ready to go!”

Still no answer.

Maybe she didn’t hear me. I’ll just tell her it’s time to go.

She made it to her parents’ bedroom, but it was empty. Her dad usually slept in on his days off, but the bed was neatly made, no sign that anyone had been in there for a few hours at least.

Were they downstairs?

Maybe Mom had made him some breakfast. She’d fed Sofia a little earlier, but Dad had still been sleeping.

Traveling back down the hall, Sofia reached the top of the stairs, grabbing onto the railing as she descended the steps. Although she was eager to go to the beach, she paused halfway down, her stomach twisting into an uncomfortable knot.

She didn’t want to go downstairs.

She furrowed her brow in confusion, feeling like the walls were closing in on her the longer she stood there.

It all felt so … familiar.

Like déjà vu.

She’d done this before, hadn’t she? Gone looking for her mom, only to find something sinister instead. Something depraved and evil that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

Don’t go down there! a voice screamed in her head.

“I won’t,” Sofia said faintly. She didn’t want to. She wanted to turn around, go back upstairs, crawl into bed, and hide under her covers.

Nothing bad would happen if she just went back into her room.

But something horrible already had … Hadn’t it?

On autopilot, she resumed her march down the stairs, her feet like lead as she finally hit the landing. She didn’t hear anything but the steady beat of her pulse, didn’t feel anything but a deep sense of foreboding that she couldn’t shake.

Reluctantly, she let go of the railing, moving toward the living room.

“Mom?” Sofia called out again, her heart in her throat. Slowly, she walked into the room, deep blotches of red freezing her in place. It was everywhere.

The floor. The walls. The couch.

All over both of her parents’ dead bodies.

The floaties slipped from her fingers, hitting the carpet with a dull thud.

Sofia opened her mouth and screamed.

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I’m burning alive.

It was the first coherent thought Sofia had before scalding pain shot up her arm, ripping her from a nightmare.

She cried out, wrenching her arm away from whatever was burning her. Or she tried to. But moving was difficult. Everything felt sluggish. Wrong.

Terrifying.

The faint beep of a machine trickled in. Prying her eyes open, she stared blearily at a white ceiling, the familiarity of it making her heart sink.

She was in some kind of medical lab, not back in her childhood home. She almost wished she was. Whatever horrors she’d witnessed there as a kid, it was nothing compared to now; trapped in hell with sick scientists.

“She’s waking,” Dr. Hines commented lightly.

Before Sofia could react, a man’s face hovered over her. Wearing glasses and a clinical mask, he didn’t look threatening. He looked just like a regular man.

But she knew the truth.

He was a fucking demon. A monster.

She flinched away from him, her arms and legs held immobile when she desperately tried to move.

Sluggishly, she glanced down, a pit of despair growing inside her. She was strapped down to some kind of procedural chair, flat on her back with her feet in stirrups, her legs spread apart. It was the most vulnerable, unnerving position she could be in right now.

She was still naked, and she was shivering, so cold without Victor to keep her warm.

As soon as he entered her mind, her breath caught. The last time she’d seen him, he’d been passed out on the ground. Rendered unconscious by the smoke that had poured into their prison cell.

She didn’t feel the effects of it anymore—aside from being restrained, she could move her limbs.

But what about Victor? Was he okay now? Had they taken him away like they had her?

What if they were hurting him? What if he was scared, too?

The doctor touched her inner arm again. That same blistering pain exploded across her senses, and she hissed in pain, all thoughts of Victor forgotten.

What was that? Why did it hurt whenever the doctor touched her?

“Peculiar,” the doctor muttered, noting her reaction as she flinched away from his touch, the restraints on her wrists tightening the more she struggled.

“Are you experiencing pain in a specific location, Ms. Morales? Perhaps your restraints are too tight?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Sofia didn’t answer the doctor, refusing to cooperate in any capacity.

Fuck him, and everyone else in here! Like I would help them figure anything out.

Even as she thought it, she grew nervous. What if something was really wrong with her? An adverse side effect to the breeding serum? If she didn’t help them figure out what was wrong, she could get worse.

He let go of her arm, and the pain retreated, leaving her simultaneously confused and relieved. He tugged on the cuffs around her wrists experimentally.

“No pain here,” Dr. Hines commented, reaching for the straps around her ankles next.

“Perhaps it isn’t the restraints,” Dr. Connors added. His voice was right behind her, and she stiffened.

She was scared of Dr. Hines, but Dr. Connors? He absolutely terrified her.

Both men were evil, but the fact that Dr. Connors had hunted her down, selecting her for this because she’d spurned his advances … she truly didn’t know what he was capable of.

At least Dr. Hines seemed more focused on getting results. Dr. Connors though … It was clear his motivation was entirely self-serving.

What else would he do to her to get his sick, twisted revenge?

She squirmed uncomfortably in her chair, trying to find a way to angle her body away from Dr. Connors, to shield herself from his eyes.

It didn’t work; she had no room to move, to escape in any capacity.

Sofia clenched her teeth, ignoring the prickling in her eyes as her vision blurred.

“What do you think is causing her discomfort?” Dr. Hines asked, standing straighter. He studied her carefully, like she was a bug under a microscope.

Dr. Connors heavy hand came down on her shoulder, long fingers settling over her collarbone. Immediately, a burning sensation worked over her skin, searing her flesh.

Sofia writhed against his touch, letting out a small shriek of agony.

“It’s when we touch her skin,” Dr. Hines said in awe.

“Exactly. Perhaps the bond she’d begun with Subject Zero is causing this anomaly,” Dr. Connors replied, curling his fingers until they bit into her skin.

The feeling of her flesh burning intensified, and she looked down, expecting to see her skin melting off of her bones.

It looked perfectly intact.

Bile rose into her throat, her stomach churning as the hot sting turned into an intense boiling.

“Stop touching me!” she finally screamed, her voice raw with pain and fury.

“Describe your symptoms,” Dr. Connors said casually, squeezing her shoulder roughly.

“It burns! It burns!”

“Everywhere?” Dr. Connors asked.

He released his hold on her shoulder, sliding his hand over the front of her chest. Each place his skin made contact with hers, a fresh wave of scalding heat crashed into her.

He’d just cupped her breast when she turned her head to the side, puking up bile. Sweat broke out along her skin, and a cold chill, so in contrast to the burning, swept down her spine.

She sobbed, her stomach twisting as she fought back the urge to puke again.

“Release her,” Dr. Hines snapped. He grabbed onto Dr. Connors’ coat sleeve, all but ripping the doctor’s hand from her body.

Crying out in relief, Sofia rolled her head away from the acrid stench of her own vomit, another wave of nausea creeping in.

“Don’t dictate to me,” Dr. Connors argued, wrenching his arm away from the other man. “It is within my rights to conduct whatever experiments are required to ensure Ms. Morales is in optimal shape for breeding.”

“And causing her unnecessary pain isn’t optional,” Dr. Hines answered, his voice tight. “She is our last hope to create the perfect specimen. We need her in prime condition.”

Sofia breathed heavily, struggling to calm herself down. Her heart was loud in her ears, her body a riot of sensations that she couldn’t escape. She was so cold without Victor, but everywhere these men touched her, she burned.

She hated it. Hated them. She just wanted out—to escape this place. This torment. This hell.

Dr. Hines stepped away from the chair, moving toward a cabinet to her left. Grabbing a pair of latex gloves from a rectangular box on the counter, he put them on before returning to her side.

Lightly, he placed a gloved finger on her arm. She flinched as soon as it touched her, expecting more searing pain.

Only nothing happened. Instantly, she relaxed, taking a shuddering breath.

“Remarkable,” Dr. Hines said. “You aren’t experiencing any more pain?”

Mutely, she shook her head, just ready for this to be over. If she couldn’t escape, she at least wanted to be back with Victor, to feel some semblance of safety.

She’d take her uncontrollable werewolf over these men any day of the week.

“It could be a type of defense mechanism,” Dr. Hines speculated. “Although Subject Zero hasn’t marked her, her body recognizes him as a compatible breeding partner. Her body rejects others who are perceived as possible threats to that union.”

“Making physical touch by other men excruciatingly painful,” Dr. Connors finished, losing some of his ire as the two doctors deliberated amongst themselves. “Have you taken her blood samples yet?”

“Yes, while she was unconscious. I still need to collect samples from her cervix. I’m eager to see how else prolonged proximity to Subject Zero has altered her physiology.”

“I can collect those samples,” Dr. Connors volunteered quickly. “I’m sure you have other work to attend to.”

“No!” Sofia shouted instantly, startling both men in the room by her outburst. Looking at up at Dr. Hines, she pleaded, “Please, don’t leave me alone with him. I-I’ll cooperate however I need to, but please—”

“Enough,” Dr. Connors commanded angrily. “You are in no position to make demands, Ms. Morales.”

“Please,” Sofia uttered again, ignoring Dr. Connors presence.

Dr. Hines narrowed his eyes on her, pursing his lips. Finally, he nodded. “I’ll perform the examination on Ms. Morales before we send her back to Subject Zero.”

Dr. Connors scowled. “But—”

“No,” Dr. Hines interrupted. “I believe Dr. Hernandez is finishing up her examination on Subject Zero. Go to her and see if she requires assistance with anything before he’s returned to his cell.” He looked away from Dr. Connors, all but dismissing him.

Dr. Connors stiffened, his fists clenching at his sides. Despite his obvious anger, all Sofia felt was relief that he was leaving.

She never wanted to see him again, though she knew that was impossible. He was hellbent on making her miserable, about inflicting harm on her whatever way he could.

After Dr. Connors left the room, the door swinging shut behind him, Dr. Hines let out a small puff of breath.

“Thank you,” Sofia murmured.

The doctor glared down at her. “I didn’t do it for you, Ms. Morales. Dr. Connors is letting his personal issues intervene with our research. I refuse to let that happen. If it entails ensuring he keeps his distance from you for the time being, I’ll do what I must.”

Rolling a small stool toward the end of her chair, he sat down between her legs. “Now, try to relax, and this will all be over soon.”

Chapter 8

Sofia pried her eyes open, her lids heavy from sleep. She felt lethargic and disoriented, unsure of where she was. 

What happened?

The last thing she remembered was Dr. Hines telling her to relax, and then … nothing. Just a black void where memories should be.

He must have drugged her during the examination; she couldn’t decide if that was a small blessing or a curse. She didn’t want to be oblivious to the things these scientists did to her, but she didn’t want to experience it either.

With a small groan, she rolled over onto her back, squinting up at the bright lights overhead.

How long was she out?

Groggily, she planted her palms on the cold floor, pushing herself up into a sitting position. A dull pinch at her inner elbow had her looking down, noting a small bandage on her skin. She pulled it off, wincing as the adhesive pulled on her tiny hairs.

A tiny red bump—a needle injection—marred her skin. She didn’t remember getting a shot. Was it one to make her fall unconscious?

Or had it been something else?

Goosebumps spread over her flesh, and she rubbed her arms to combat the cold. Her shivering increased, and her womb spasmed painfully, reminding her all too well of the predicament she was in.

Hadn’t the scientists implied they were going to give her something to advance her mating heat because they were disappointed she and Victor hadn’t mated yet?

Sofia tensed as the faint memory trickled in, but she didn’t feel different from before. Aside from the steady heat burning in her core, and the faint cramps that only eased when Victor touched her, she felt the same.

Victor—

Hastily, she glanced around her familiar cell, the overwhelming amount of white making her head spin. There wasn’t a single glimpse of her werewolf.

Where was Victor?

Sofia shivered again, a cold chill sweeping down her spine.

Just then, a throat cleared behind the opaque glass wall.

“I’m glad to see you’ve finally woken. How are you feeling, Ms. Morales?” Dr. Connors asked, his voice laced with mock concern through the glass.

Immediately, she covered her breasts with her forearms, bringing her knees to her chest to give her a sense of modesty.

She glared at the glass the scientist hid behind. “Where’s Victor?”

“Victor?” There was a brief pause. “Ah, yes. Subject Zero. He’ll be along shortly, Ms. Morales. He’s currently recuperating from a minor procedure.”

Sofia’s heart skipped a beat, fear for Victor so consuming she almost couldn’t breathe.

A procedure? What else were they doing to him?!

As her terror skyrocketed, so did her fury—every ounce of it for Victor. Hadn’t he endured enough of their procedures?

“What did you do?” Sofia spat out, pushing unsteadily to her feet.

Her arms dropped to her sides, and she all but raced over to the wall, wishing more than anything she could reach through it and strangle Dr. Connors.

Would he still sound so fucking smug if she choked the life right out of him? Or would he beg her for mercy?

She hoped so.

When Dr. Connors didn’t answer right away, she hit the glass with her palm, a dull throb of pain shooting from her hand all the way to her shoulder.

“What did you do to Victor?!” she yelled hoarsely.

If they’d hurt him, she’d—

Her throat constricted, a sting of tears threatening to slip down her cheeks.

She didn’t understand why she was so concerned about Victor. Why she was so upset about his absence. She didn’t know him. Not really.

And yet …

He was all she had. And right now, she was all he had.

The silence was deafening until Dr. Connors chuckled, the sound full of cruelty. “I administered a dosage that would make the urge to rut you impossible to ignore, Ms. Morales. He’s going to come in here and fuck you, even when you beg him not to. He’ll be a mindless beast until the injection wears off.”

“You’re lying!”

“No,” Dr. Connors argued. “I can assure you, I’m being as honest as possible. You’ve relaxed enough these past few days. And now it’s time for you to prove your worth to this experiment.”

She gasped, pushing away from the glass on unsteady feet. “No—”

“Yes,” Dr. Connors hissed, his voice reverberating through the room. “If by some miracle he doesn’t kill you during the mating frenzy, he won’t stop until he impregnates you. And then?” He laughed again, and a shiver of dread raced down Sofia’s spine. “Then your true punishment begins, Ms. Morales.”

True punishment, as if she wasn’t already in hell.

“Victor won’t hurt me,” she informed him, putting as much confidence in her voice as she could muster.

“Victor,” Dr. Connors spat out angrily, “is nothing but a rabid dog. And you’re his bitch in heat. I expect to watch quite the show between you two.”

“Dr. Hines said you couldn’t watch—”

“Dr. Hines is off for the night, Sofia,” Dr. Connors cut in. “There’s nothing to stop me from enjoying myself.”

Bile rose in her throat at his insinuation.

She’d barely had time to process his words before she heard something slide to her right.

She looked over her shoulder, her mouth drying instinctively as that dark corridor was revealed to her once more, a doorway appearing in the far wall. Just like before, Victor’s shadow filled the door, his imposing figure causing her heart to pick up a frantic pace.

Instead of fear, though, all she felt was relief, mixed with a hint of excitement, when his low growl filled the space between them. Instantly, she was wet, her body trembling with need.

The heat that she’d been able to control in his absence flared back to life, leaving her breathless and achy. As much as she hated this feeling, she’d missed it, too. It didn’t make any sense, but she didn’t care, her mind and body begging her to go to her werewolf.

“Victor,” Sofia said softly, taking a step toward him. Needing to be closer, to let him comfort her.

Whatever Dr. Connors had said, she didn’t believe Victor would harm her. Even after everything they’d done to him, he’d only tried to help her. To protect her.

His growl deepened, and he stepped into the room, his head hanging low. He grabbed onto either side of the doorway, his long claws digging into the trim.

“Are you alright?” she asked, a violent spasm rocking through her core. She bent at the waist, clutching her stomach and taking a deep breath before she steadied herself.

“Subject Zero can’t hear you, Ms. Morales,” Dr. Connors stated through the glass. “Well, he can, but he won’t be able to register what you’re saying. Not this far into his frenzy.”

She shook her head, refusing to believe him as she straightened. What frenzy was he even talking about? Victor didn’t look crazed.

He looked … Well, she didn’t know, because he wouldn’t glance up.

He hadn’t even acknowledged her yet.

A tiny voice whispered in the back of her mind, warning her that Dr. Connors threat was credible.

“Victor,” Sofia tried again, moving cautiously toward him.

Her inner thighs were drenched in her arousal, his growl a continuous sound in the room that caused desire to flutter wildly in her core. It set her body ablaze, but she ignored it as best as she could, desperate to prove Dr. Connors wrong.

“It’s okay,” she murmured, unsure if she was talking to herself or Victor.

Victor clenched the doorway so hard, he actually dented the structure; the first actual damage she’d seen on the walls. Even when he’d attacked the glass wall when they’d first met, he hadn’t done damaged it. Not a cut or a crack. Even the walls had remained intact.

Until now.

Had he become stronger?

Still hunched over, Victor pushed fully into the room, his steps faltering for a moment before he straightened.

He stopped and lifted his head, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Muzzle angled toward her, he inhaled. His back stiffened, and his eyes snapped open, bright glowing orbs fixating on her.

Her breath froze in her lungs.

His eyes were blood red.

Get away from him!

Sofia backpedaled several steps, letting out a small cry of panic. She tripped over her own feet, nearly falling backward. Instead, she crashed into the glass wall behind her.

“Now you see,” Dr. Connors murmured gleefully, his words practically whispered into her ear. “Subject Zero is nothing more than a beast, Ms. Morales.”

Victor stared down at her, no recognition in his gaze. He inhaled again, and the growl stalled in his chest before picking up a deep, rhythmic cadence.

More slick spilled from her center in response, and despite her trepidation, lust careened into her, the force of it nearly knocking her onto her ass.

“He’ll break your body when he ruts you,” Dr. Connors sneered behind her. “Tear you apart when he fucks you like the animal he is. You’ll be nothing but a shell of the person you were before.”

Victor snarled, lunging at her from across the room.

Sofia screamed, ducking down right as he launched himself at the glass. She crouched, throwing her hands over her head in a desperate bid to protect herself.

He hit the wall beside her with a furious roar. Dr. Connors yelped, and she heard something hit the ground behind the glass and shatter, followed by a swift curse of outrage.

“Damned animal!” Dr. Connors shouted through the glass. “I’ll—”

Victor threw his body at the glass, his maw opening wide as he roared again. Faintly, Sofia heard a crack, followed by Dr. Connor’s gasp of fear.

Footsteps echoed behind her, and then a door slammed shut in the other room.

Had Dr. Connors left?

Slowly, she dropped her hands from her head, staring up at her werewolf companion nervously.

“Victor, he’s gone,” Sofia assured him, the words shaky as they passed her lips.

The werewolf stilled. He inhaled roughly, and a tremor swept through his body.

Then he looked down at her, his eyes still glowing that ominous red. Pivoting toward her, his hard cock jutted between them, more intimidating now than it ever had been before.

“Please, say something,” Sofia mumbled, afraid to move from her spot on the ground. Afraid that Dr. Connors was right; her Victor was gone, and a mindless creature had taken his place.

Her heart clenched, a cocktail of despair and hope blending with the lust she couldn’t fight back.

Victor licked his lips, and that sensual growl built in his chest once more. A pleasant shiver worked through her body, and her clit throbbed, more slick slipping from her core.

“Vic—”

He lunged at her, knocking her off-kilter when his big body blanketed hers. With a startled scream, Sofia hit the floor, the back of her head connecting with the cold tile. It knocked the wind out of her, leaving her motionless.

Trapped beneath a beast who didn’t recognize her.

Just as quickly, his warmth, the feel of his body … it drew her in, and her lust skyrocketed, her growing fear dissipating as if it had never been.

Her self-preservation took a nosedive, leaving behind nothing but the mating heat she’d tried to fight off since she’d met Victor.

But now, with Victor so close, she couldn’t resist it any longer. She couldn’t resist him any longer.

Her pussy spasmed with need, and an ache formed inside her that she was desperate to have filled.

Victor’s cock pressed against her lower belly, and she writhed beneath him, seeking relief.

A giant hand grabbed her shoulder, claws biting so hard into her skin he almost drew blood. Sofia cried out in pain, some of her lust ebbing.

If Victor regretted hurting her, he didn’t acknowledge it. With a hard yank, he flipped her onto her stomach, keeping her pinned beneath him.

His hands settled on her hips, lifting them forcefully until she was on her knees, her chest and the side of her face pressed into the cold tile beneath them. His claws pierced her skin, and she grunted, hot, stinging pain encompassing her.

“You’re hurting me,” Sofia gasped, sliding her hand over his. As soon as she attempted to pry him off of her, he growled, the sound full of warning.

She froze beneath him, her eyes widening in fear.

She didn’t have a moment to react, to do anything, before Victor lined his cock up with her entrance, and thrust.

Chapter 9

Sofia’s breath stalled in her lungs as Victor’s massive cock pushed past her entrance, stretching her pussy painfully. She tensed beneath him as he thrust deep, uncaring of how unprepared she was for him. 

Several inches filled her all at once, and she cried out, her fingers digging into Victor’s hands as he held her hips against his. She clung to him, needing something to hold on to as he worked his cock deeper, threatening to split her apart.

“You’re too big,” she whimpered, her eyes filling with tears at the stabbing pressure he’d created as her inner walls struggled to accommodate him.

Her womb cramped, her body reminding her just how badly they needed this—how badly she needed him. It didn’t care that Victor didn’t fit. All it cared about was sating the desire she’d fought since she’d met him.

But despite the slick dripping from her center, she wasn’t ready. Not for something like this. She was too tight, too small, and Victor … Fuck, he was huge.

He huffed in frustration, pulling his hips back until his pointed cockhead teased her entrance.

She relaxed marginally, her pain easing just enough to allow her to take a shuddering breath. She trembled beneath him, letting go of his hands to grip the floor by her head.

Slowly, she tried to pull herself forward, to escape her werewolf’s clutches. If she only had some time to adjust, to prepare, then maybe sex wouldn’t be so painful.

As soon as she lost contact with his cock, she wanted to weep in misery, feeling bereft. Deprived of something she’d so desperately wanted, no matter how much it hurt.

Maybe if she put enough distance between them, he’d calm down, and she could get ahold of the sexual desires plaguing her body. She could get him to take things slow, to help her make this experience better.

Despite her growing resolve, a small keening whine left her throat, echoing just how unfulfilled, how empty she felt.

Victor growled in response, the deep guttural noise sending a shiver down her spine. His claws dug into her hips, and he lifted her ass higher, dragging her back from the scant few inches she’d managed to put between them.

The tip of his cock returned to her entrance, the hot, heavy feel of him as addicting as it was frightening.

I need this. I need him.

Unable to help herself, Sofia rocked into him, her body instinctively seeking more.

“Victor, please—”

With a frightening roar, he thrust back into her, sheathing his cock in her pussy in one vicious thrust. Sofia screamed, her back bowing as her cunt spasmed around him. White-hot pain engulfed her, burning hotter and hotter.

Tears stung her eyes as he pulled back, only to slam his cock deeper, his balls slapping harshly against the back of her inner thighs. She grunted, her cheek and shoulders pressing hard into the floor as Victor set a brutal pace, fucking her with reckless abandon.

Her inner walls spasmed again, her pussy struggling to fit around his impressive size. It was too much—he was going to rip her apart from the inside out!

“V-Victor,” Sofia whined, her body trembling as he took her from behind. Even though it hurt, she rolled her hips, meeting each hard stroke of his cock. Taking more instead of pushing him away from her.

Just when she thought the pain would be too much, a shock of pleasure teased her clit, a ball of pressure forming in her womb that promised sweet ecstasy. More slick spilled from her center, and Victor groaned, his movements growing frantic.

He flexed his claws, slicing into her hips as he held her more firmly in place, rutting into her pussy like the beast he’d been forced to become.

She hated it.

She loved it.

She—

Sofia lifted her head from the floor, only to throw it back and scream in pleasure.

Victor snarled behind her, his hips slamming against her ass as he fucked her harder, his pointed tip hitting her cervix. He removed one hand from her hip, palming the back of her head and pushing her cheek back onto the cold ground.

He held her down, pinned beneath him. Rendering her completely at his mercy while he wrecked her pussy with his cock.

A soft, stilted moan tore past her lips, pleasure ripping through her core and erasing every ounce of her previous pain. It left nothing behind but a furious need that she couldn’t escape.

It called to her, beckoned her to fall into an abyss of bliss.

Her clit throbbed, sparks of sensation causing her pussy to spasm almost violently as it gripped Victor’s thick cock. She was so close to orgasm, so close to feeling his thick, delicious cum filling her womb.

She wanted it. Needed it like she needed air to breathe.

“Fuck me,” she begged hoarsely, her head rolling to the side after another hard pump of his hips. She reached behind her, fingers burying in the fur on his thighs, and reminding her exactly who was fucking her so well.

She held onto her beast, urging him forward when his pace faltered. Not wanting him to stop, she met his slowing thrusts, squeezing her pussy around his length until they both moaned from the sensation.

“You feel so good, Victor,” Sofia praised, her inner walls clamping around his cock like a vise.

His breath hitched, a low howl echoing in the room as his length jerked inside her.

His shaft pulsed, a spurt of hot cum coating her womb.

Oh, fuck!

“More,” Sofia rasped, her knees sliding on the tile, spreading her legs further apart for his use. “Fuck me harder!”

With a savage roar, Victor picked up a frenzied rhythm, plunging into her over and over, the knot at the base of his shaft hitting her entrance with each fervent pump.

It was brutal.

It was heaven.

Sofia’s eyes rolled back into her head as another wave of Victor’s cum filled her, her pussy milking his cock for more.

More. It was all she could think about—all she wanted. More fucking. More cum. More of everything. Nothing mattered but this. Not pain. Not experiments. Nothing but feeling him inside her.

Was the breeding serum making her feel this way? Or was it him? Was it the depravity of letting Victor, a monster pulled straight from legend, take her so savagely, and give her the most intense pleasure she’d ever known?

I don’t care what it is. What he is. I just need him.

Almost as if he could read her thoughts, Victor snarled, dropping his head to her shoulder. He licked over her skin, his warm breath making her moan. Her arousal flooded his cock, dripping from her entrance as he pulled back, just to thrust that much deeper into her drenched pussy.

Slick spilled down her thighs, hitting the ground and making a mess. She didn’t give a damn—was way past any semblance of modesty.

“Don’t stop,” Sofia whispered, her voice thick with passion. She opened her eyes, staring blankly at the glass wall as Victor continued railing her from behind.

She didn’t even care that they probably had an audience. Not right now, when all she felt was an all-consuming desire, and the thick cock splitting her apart so perfectly.

Victor licked her skin again, his clawed hand moving from her hip. He wrapped his arm around her waist, angling her again before he sank to the hilt inside her.

Her pussy fluttered wildly around him, that bundle of pleasure in her stomach expanding, contracting, demanding more.

Another desperate mewl poured from her throat, and Victor growled again. Hand fisting in her hair, he pulled her head back and lifted her torso off the floor, locking his mouth around her shoulder.

Sofia gasped as his sharp teeth sank into her skin, the pain blinding.

He was biting her!

She jerked against his hold, too turned on to be horrified, but reacting instinctively.

It was too intense, too much, too—

Victor grunted, pushing her down onto his length until his knot stopped her from going any further. It throbbed against her entrance, and then he pushed her down again, forcing her to take more of him.

Her pussy stretched around his knot, and she whimpered, afraid that he’d tear her. Just when she couldn’t take any more, he thrust up, shoving his knot fully inside her.

Pleasure exploded in her core, her orgasm so extreme that her muscles seized. Her toes curled, her pussy spasmed around Victor’s stiff cock and the knot he’d buried inside her.

She threw her head back, hitting Victor’s chest as her high-pitched cry filled the air. Her vision blurred, stars dancing in front of her eyes as another wave of ecstasy consumed her.

His teeth still impaled on her shoulder, Victor growled again, the sound vibrating her shoulder and back. He stilled behind her, his cock pulsing.

Warm, thick cum spurted into her pussy, filling her to the brim.

Sofia went limp in his hold, and his tongue slid over her shoulder, his teeth still locked around her. His knot pulsed, and more cum shot into her womb. She whimpered, so full of his release that she could hardly breathe.

Laying her back onto the floor, Victor blanketed her with his body, keeping his cock and his knot buried inside her.

Sluggishly, she slid her hand between the floor and her body, resting it over her lower stomach. She didn’t stop until she’d found her pussy, her fingers soaking in her juices almost immediately. Still, she traced her entrance, feeling the swollen knot stretching her pussy taut around it.

She was sensitive, and she bit her lip to keep a needy moan from escaping as she continued exploring herself.

Victor inhaled roughly, and then he pushed his knot deeper, making her moan at the building pressure.

She already felt close to another orgasm, and all he was doing was filling her with his cum and keeping it trapped inside her.

All too soon, the pulsing in his shaft and knot stopped. He pulled out of her, releasing his hold on her waist and shoulder abruptly. A flood of seed gushed from her entrance. She slumped onto the ground, her body aching and her pussy wrecked.

As soon as he pulled away from her, a cold chill swept over her. Her pleasure fled, leaving behind an emptiness that had tears spilling down her cheeks.

She curled into a ball on the floor, shaking and sobbing as a strong cramp worked through her womb.

Victor hummed in displeasure, the exasperated sound making her cry harder. She didn’t understand why she was so upset, why it felt like her world was ending, but it did.

Her werewolf traced the bite mark on her shoulder with gentle fingers, and she sucked in a breath, her sob sticking in her throat. He turned her onto her back, crawling down her body until his head was buried between her legs.

Grabbing her hips, he forced them wide apart, his glowing red eyes ravenous as they focused on her pussy.

Without hesitation, he opened his mouth, shoving his long, thick tongue into her pussy.

Chapter 10

Sofia choked on a gasp, her back bowing off of the floor. Victor growled appreciatively, the erotic sound vibrating her clit. His tongue slid deep into her core, lapping at her inner walls until her legs trembled.

The tears dried in her eyes, her momentary sadness disappearing as waves of pleasure rolled over her.

Yes, this is what she needed. This contact, this physical intimacy. She felt lost without Victor’s touch, like a speck of dust in the wind, floating aimlessly through the air with no direction.

He grounded her, kept her sanity intact even as he threatened to undo her.

Small, keening cries of need poured from her throat, so animalistic that she didn’t even recognize her own voice. Not until Victor grabbed her hips, lifting her ass off the ground and pulling her center closer to his face.

As soon as his tongue burrowed deeper, sliding over her G-spot, another pleasured cry pierced the air.

Victor growled savagely against her core, lapping at their mixed juices with a ravenous hunger that set her ablaze. She watched the beast through heavy-lidded eyes as he ate her pussy, long past caring that a literal monster was feasting on her.

She relished it.

Craved it like she’d craved nothing before.

She’d never been taken by someone so primal, someone so ferocious in their lust, not until now.

But it felt right.

He felt right.

Breeding serum be damned; everything within her was desperate for Victor. He called to her in a way that felt stronger than the very foundations of the earth.

It didn’t make sense; she didn’t know him. He didn’t know her. They were victims of some psychotic scientists. But rational thought had fled the moment he’d forced his cock home inside her tight cunt.

Now she was nothing more than need. Nothing more than this desperation that clawed at her, demanding he provide. That he give and give until the monster inside her was sated.

Victor ripped his face away from her pussy, and then he pushed up to his knees, dragging her hips to his. Her shoulders and head remained on the ground, the backs of her thighs settling over his.

She felt the pointed tip of his hard, thick cock a moment before he thrust forward, impaling her with his length in one brutal pump.

Sofia cried out, the muscles in her neck straining as bliss overwhelmed her. She threw her head back, grabbing onto the monstrous hands curled around her waist for leverage. She writhed in Victor’s hold, losing herself in him, in this fervent feeling.

Her shoulder throbbed from where he’d bitten her, only adding to the tantalizing sensations rocking through her body. Her pussy fluttered wildly around his cock, her orgasm taking her by surprise.

She opened her mouth on a silent scream of pure pleasure, nails biting into Victor’s hands. He pushed all the way inside her, her pussy greedily swallowing his knot.

Black dots danced in her vision as ecstasy overwhelmed her, and when heavy ropes of Victor’s release coated her womb, everything else ceased to exist.

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A sweet, musky scent teased Sofia’s nose, enticing her to wake up. She moaned, her stomach twisting with a sudden, fierce hunger. Her stomach growled, the jarring noise echoing in the room.

Prying her eyes open, she stared up at Victor’s massive form as he loomed above her, the world around her hazy. The bright light overhead cast his silhouette in shadows, nearly blinding her. Still, it was impossible to miss the bright red glow of his eyes, or the half-feral gleam of lust shining in his gaze as he watched her.

Her core clenched at the sight of him, her pussy growing wet at the desire etched so prominently into his features. One look, and she was instantly ready for him; her body was his to use however he wished.

How could she still feel so turned on, so ready for more sex even while she felt completely exhausted?

Was it still the breeding serum? She didn’t think so. Her womb wasn’t cramping painfully, and she wasn’t shivering or filled with despair without his touch.

Did that mean her mating heat was over? She didn’t know. If it was …

She shoved the thought aside, refusing to dwell on her bleak circumstances. Instead, she looked blearily around, taking a mental inventory of herself.

She was still on the floor, but it was no longer cold. It was warm, having absorbed some of her body heat since they’d begun their vigorous fucking.

Her whole body ached, not just from the positions she’d been put in, but from how fiercely her werewolf had rutted her, his claim on her more intense than anything she’d ever felt before.

Her thighs were chafed, her pussy throbbed, and her muscles were so sore, like she’d run two marathons back-to-back. Aside from the physical, her brain felt like mush, like she was just waking from the most vivid, sexual dream of her life, and hadn’t quite got her bearings yet.

It was difficult to focus on anything other than the echoes of pleasure thrumming through her body, but she tried to push past the haze in her mind.

Victor cupped the back of her head far more gently than he’d touched her in …

Sofia’s brow furrowed.

How much time had passed since he’d first taken her? She couldn’t recall. After the second time he’d knotted her, her brain had switched off completely.

Victor lifted her upper body from the floor, guiding her head to his stiff erection. Glistening, pearly liquid dribbled from the tip, and her stomach growled again.

She’d barely parted her lips before he pushed into the heat of her mouth. His claws dug into her scalp, and then he thrust forward, his tip hitting the back of her throat.

Sofia choked around his length, her jaw straining to open wide enough for his penetration. He snarled softly as the muscles in her throat contracted around him, pumping his cock faster, driving deeper until he’d all but impaled her on his shaft.

His knot pressed against her lips, the heady scent of him filling her lungs as she struggled to breathe past his length.

A guttural sound rumbled from Victor’s chest. His cock pulsed against her tongue. Thick cum spilled into her mouth, the shock of it waking her up, however briefly. The small spurts of his seed tasted like heaven, making her hungry for more.

She moaned again, closing her eyes tight and swallowing eagerly. She sucked his cock, milking him with each drugging pull of her mouth. More of that creamy liquid dripped down her throat, filling her belly until, eventually, her hunger abated.

Only when there was nothing left did Victor pull her head back, removing his still hard cock from her mouth. She licked her lips, spreading her legs wide in invitation.

He shook his head, looking quickly away from her pussy even as he gently stroked her hair.

He hadn’t been seeking his own pleasure. He’d been feeding her, taking care of her.

Her heart squeezed in appreciation.

“Thank you,” Sofia murmured gratefully, her voice raw and her throat scratchy. It must have been from all the screaming she’d done while he’d fucked her.

Blinking up at Victor, she hummed lightly when he laid her back down on the ground. Shifting slightly, he lay down behind her, curling his large body around her smaller frame.

The immediate heat that enveloped her was exquisite, seeping into every inch of her skin. It felt nice being held so tenderly after everything. She sighed, closing her eyes to bask in the momentary peace that filled her.

Victor’s snout brushed against the side of her neck, his nose grazing over the bite mark he’d given her earlier. She winced, only to shiver in delight when his tongue skated over the wound.

This had to be unsanitary, but a bite mark was the least of her concerns at this point.

And you’re covered in cum. Should you really be nitpicking a lick across a bite mark?

No. But she should be concerned that he could have caused permanent, lasting damage to her tendons. He hadn’t—at least she didn’t think so, but the mark would likely scar.

For whatever reason, that didn’t bother her. It actually made her stomach flutter with excitement, though she didn’t understand why.

“Why did you bite me?” Sofia asked hoarsely. And why had she enjoyed it so much? Past the initial shock of pain, she’d loved it. Loved feeling so owned by him.

Instead of answering, he licked over the mark again, a pleasant rumble erupting from his chest that caused an odd stirring in her own. He loved biting her too, if the possessive way he lapped at that mark meant anything.

“Victor?” She cleared her throat, grimacing at the sting. “Can you answer me?”

He didn’t speak, but he wrapped his arms around her waist in response, dragging her closer.

Her eyes popped open, a flare of despair clogging her throat. She tried to pretend this was okay, that he was fine.

But Victor wasn’t fine.

He’d been like this since he’d returned to her. Since Dr. Connors had given him another dosage of something. He hadn’t spoken a word, instead using his body and his lust as a means of communication. His eyes were still glowing that piercing, ominous red, which meant he was unstable.

Feral, even.

At least now it doesn’t scare me.

No, it didn’t. Victor might be lethal to others when he was out of control, but he wouldn’t hurt her like that.

She knew that absolutely now.

Victor’s clawed hand slid over her belly, cupping it protectively, and tears pricked her eyes.

“We’ll figure this out, Victor,” Sofia promised softly, sliding her hand over his. “We’ll get out of here, and we’ll get your voice back. Your body back, too, if that’s what you want.”

Victor grunted in answer, holding her more tightly to him.

Someway, she thought bitterly. We’ll get out of this mess. Together.