Lyecan holds onto the rods, squatting down a little as his upper body slants backward while his knees press into the spaces between the rods.
He moves, fast and aggressive, never minding the fact that Rawn's scream is muted by exhaust and pain.
He breathes an air of cigarette into her neck, letting her choke even more on that. And before she could catch the tiniest fresh breath, he grabs her waists forcefully.
However, the ache resulting from that doesn't matter much, nor does the one in her head. Or the one in her heart.
Nothing matters.
All Rawn can register is the Alpha's grunts, his rapid thrusts, as well as his cock rolling in her hole.
If it were even possible, she'd reach her hands behind and push his butt for him to thrust even deeper. But the cage has its purpose.
Now the only action she can afford are short, restricted sounds continuously exiting her lungs.
"Have you ever had a man fuck you this hard?" Lyecan asks breathlessly. Rawn's silence becomes his answer. "I thought so too," he mutters as he clasps his fingers around the rod one more time to shift it, turning Rawn's front side to her right.
She comes face to face with a small mirror hanging on the bathroom wall. There, she sees the new look Lyecan has creamed on her.
Her diamond eyes remain the same, but dulled by harsh experience. Subtle, full lips cracked by cold, and cheeky face roughened by tears.
"Have you ever seen yourself at this height of pleasure?" Lyecan rasps.
In truth, Rawn's answer is negative. She hasn't seen herself looking this flushed and wet at the same time. Even her hair length that's usually stuck a little below her shoulders seems to have stretched a bit toward her breasts.
That itself is a miracle. Or maybe she hasn't been paying much attention to herself.
"Pleasure and pain are alike," the Alpha grinds as he grabs Rawn's waists again. "One can fare without the other." He increases the speed of his thrusts. And, slowly, the friction between his member and Rawn's asshole triggers a hint of pain for them. "Me, on my part, prefer to dine with both." As Lyecan said that, his nails gradually morph into wolf claws, digging into Rawn's skin.
She shrieks out in agony, feeling her warm blood mingle with the cold water on her skin and trickle down her thighs.
She feels Lyecan's dick rising within her. She knows he's at the point of orgasm. And, despite her pains, she wishes he'd release his seed into her.
However, the Alpha suddenly pushes back. A short string of cum bursts through his dick, restrained by his will to not orgasm.
But it gets harder when pleasurable shudders roll through his bones as he leans on the wall, grunting while pushing his hip up.
On her part, Rawn shivers from denial, hungrily staring at Lyecan's hard member and swallowing the bitter taste spreading in her mouth. A taste of massive disappointment.
The Alpha cackles at her misery. He slowly strides out of the bathroom, then returns a few seconds later with the bottle of whiskey in his hand.
He takes in a good gulp of it before tucking out a bunch of keys from his pants pockets. Slowly, he unlocks Rawn's cage.
The moment the cage door opens, the poor girl completely loses her partly lost footing and falls into the Alpha's arms. But the man throws her to the slippery floor.
Rawn curls up in pain, her limbs shaking, while Lyecan crouches beside her and grabs her jaw.
"What did you expect, Whespears?" he hisses, "Haven't you heard, the thing you crave the most is what you lose to frost?" Rawn groans out her displeasure, not as if it'll do her any good. "You should never have been so desperate."
The Alpha leaves the girl in her own mess. There, she stares at the cage, whimpering and trying to force back the tears stinging her eyes all to no avail.
She once made a pact with herself not to cry for cruelty again. But, at this moment, that pact itself is the most irrelevant thing she's ever none, as breaking down in tears seems like her only consolation for her blames.
Her troubles sprouted from her actions. She shouldn't have sought out the Alpha.
She never should have.
Now she's dealing with the circumstances. Ones that may never go away.
~
Rawn stayed awake the whole time despite her whole body feeling like it's being ripped apart.
She knew when Lyecan returned to the bathroom and stood at the entrance, watching her while sipping from another glass of alcohol. Only, she doesn't realize how long she's been lying curled up on the bathroom floor.
Seeing him again now, she recalls the rumors of the Alpha who valued honor. They were the only whispers that didn't involve his most savage cruelty, yet she can't see the honor in him. Not even a speck of it.
He leans on the threshold. And if she weren't already naked, she'd think he's stripping her with his stare.
Lyecan tucks his free hand in his pocket to take Rawn's facial features in.
Her long, dimpled chin is the most prominent of her looks—at least to him. He finds it rare, but extraordinary at the fact that he can't decipher the shade of her eyes.
Earlier, they were a dull gray. Now, they seem to glow with the rising moon.
Lyecan suddenly approaches her. Then he hauls her up and slams her front side against the wall.
Rawn can't feel her body, and she'd have slid to the floor if Lyecan hadn't pressed his body behind her to hold her steady.
When she feels him fiddling at where they connect between her arse and his crotch, she gets an inkling of his next move. But she can't bring herself to fight.
Lyecan flips her about so that Rawn's back is against the wall instead. This time, he slings her arms over his shoulders before reaching down with his free hand to rub her pussy.
"Look at you dripping like the whore you are," he breaks the silence. Meanwhile, Rawn's blurry gaze takes note of his clean buzz cut, his tan skin, and most of all his trimmed stubble that's grazing her forehead as Lyecan bends his head down to take a good look at her nipples.
The latter are pointed—too noticeable for Rawn's good—calling to the Alpha. And Lyecan doesn't hesitate to answer that call when he pours his remaining alcohol over the nipples before smashing the glass against the wall.
As he tries to lick the alcohol off, Rawn's gets a good opportunity to elbow his head.
That takes the Alpha unawares, more so when she jabs one knee into his crotch, throwing in the other before he recovers from the last.
Lyecan looses his footing and stumbles back, while Rawn takes the small space she has to flee.
"This is a hunt, Rawn! I'll find you!" the Alpha shouts after her, but she ignores his words and makes for the entrance instead.
Out the bathroom and the room leads directly into the woods. And the girl wastes no time to make for the plainest exit she sees.
While running, she recalls noticing a dark, misshapen form on Lyecan's right elbow when she fought him. She recognizes it as the mark of the Moon-terror pack.
They run an armory by day, looking most elegant. They remain the wealthiest pack in the region. But, at night when they rule the moon, they're bloody hunters and mindless savages.
On full moon, they go wild. And it's the wildness that Rawn fears when she looks up and sees the glowing moon.
Wolf howls echo through the woods. The intensity alone grips Rawn's guts and renders her shaken, too shaken that she stumbles and falls.
Scrambling to stand, she realizes she'd tripped on human remains. Bloody human bones!
Shit, she's fucked!
Rawn doesn't know when she closes her eyes and lets out a scream of fright. Maybe she should have remained calm. Because now they've found her.
A wolf pounces on her, pinning her to the ground on her back. Soft furs graze her body, yet sharp claws sting her shoulders, a heavy weight weighing on her.
However, when she doesn't feel her skin tearing, or fangs taking a bite of her flesh, she instinctively calms down.
Soon, the weight lifts, the sharp claws retreat, and Rawn stops feeling the furs. Opening her own eyes, she sees another set of dark ones staring back at her.
They look like Lyecan's
But they aren't his.
Still, they carry the same depth and weight like Lyecan's—the weight of cruelty; that's where the resemblance lies.
It takes Rawn a moment to realize she has a human company by her side. A man whose sharp facial features are cut out even in the dark.
She can't see most of his form due to the darkness, but there are certain things the moon embraces. Like his black but glowing eyes, the shimmering objects dangling between his hair waves, and the ball of bubble gum showing up constantly from between his lips.
"Beautiful," he mumbles roughly while chewing on gum. Yet, that word alone melts Rawn's heart at once.
Unfortunately, the moment is cut short when another wolf attacks on the stranger.
Rawn quickly scrambles to her feet only to find two wolves tugging at each other.
Both has black, shiny furs. And while one looks bigger with the speed of lightning, the other is sluggish.
The latter whimpers and scurries away when the scuffle gets tougher, leaving behind the other wolf that morphs into Alpha Lyecan.