The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Shaking his head, Callen turns to Vadim with a slight smirk, “You misunderstand-she wasn’t meant to be here. This was just supposed to be a discussion between you and I, cousin; however, I’m never one to throw away an opportunity. Give me the elixir recipe and your sister won’t get hurt.”

Coral struggles against the centaur that holds her, trying to bolt for the open cell door to leave and get help but he lowers his grip, wrapping his arms around her biceps and torso, tucking them under her breasts, immobilizing her from the waist up. Still, she doesn’t give up and squirms against him. When he squeezes tighter, she lets out a painful cry.

Vadim’s eyes widen in rage, his voice booming, “Let her go!”

He pulls back his arm and launches his fist forward, his desire to cause harm evident; Callen isn’t quick enough to dodge it and the punch lands, splitting his lip. He spits out blood, immediately rearing his blonde front legs up and kicking Vadim back. Vadim stumbles, feet tangled in the chains and falls to the ground. Callen does not hesitate to place a front hoof on his cousin’s forearm, pinning it there. Slowly, the centaur leans his weight forward, “Give me the recipe,” Callen threatens.

Vadim grabs Callen’s leg behind the knee and tries to buckle his stance but Callen shifts his weight down. The sickening snap of Vadim’s forearm breaking is preceded by his wail of agony.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Stop!” Coral cries out, tears streaking down her face, her eyes glued on Vadim who clenches his jaw at the pain.

Callen looks at her, a sinister smirk on his thin lips. With a hasty glance back at his cousin, he walks to Coral. Reaching out, he strokes the side of her cheek; she turns her face away from him. “Will you give me the recipe, cousin?” He asks Vadim, letting his hand trail down her neck, fingers gently brushing the exposed flesh of her breasts.

“Callen!” Vadim snarls, “This is between you and I-leave her out of this!”

A chuckle escapes his lips, his fingers teasing the plushness of her breasts through the gray dress; his hand suddenly opens and he roughly grabs her mounds. A startled, choked scream comes out of Coral and she can’t refrain from kicking out at him with both feet, trying to push his large beast frame away from her.

Callen laughs at her efforts, hands pushing her legs down between his front ones. He grabs her dress, bunching it up in his hands until he can feel her soft, smooth thighs. He ignores Vadim’s growls and threats while his narrow fingers linger on her pale flesh, creeping up and up towards her hips-suddenly, he stops, a curious look on his face. He withdraws, letting her dress fall back down over her legs. Callen reaches forward, slipping a hand into her pocket. He fishes around in the fabric before pulling away and opening his fist to reveal a blue vial.

“What is this?” He says, his eyes glancing between the small glass bottle and Coral. He tilts his head to the side as the realization crosses his mind, “Of course-a fool I was to think that a centaur would bother to come up with that elixir, when it should have been so obvious to me that the one familiar with the ingredients would be the creator.”

Coral’s heart almost stops, she can feel the coldness of panic creeping into her hands and feet. She clenches her jaw, trying to steel her nerves while she watches Callen uncork the vial.

He takes a whiff. He closes his eyes, a soft moan escapes his lips, a shudder ripples through his shaggy hide. As the dark scent wafts around the cell, the centaur behind her stiffens; Vadim draws in a large breath and immediately his eyes grow wide when he recognizes the scent of the original elixir Coral created in Severton.

A smile crosses Callen’s lips, his voice a seductive purr, “It is different from the one your mate gave my father, but why don’t we give it a try none the less?”

The color drains from Coral’s face. “No,” is all she can say.

“Do not do this Callen!” Vadim growls, cradling his arm while he forces himself to stand, “I swear on everything I hold dear, if you do this, you are dead!”

Unconcerned, Callen grabs Coral’s wrist, prying her free from the guard. She pulls against him, digging her heels into the stone, trying to break his grasp but she can’t match his brute strength. He half drags her from the cell, stepping over the dead centaur. “Clean this up,” he orders the guard.

The guard, disappointed that he doesn’t get to watch, grabs the dead centaur by his hind legs, dragging him backwards and out of the cave, leaving a streak of blood across the stone floor.

Sobbing, Coral fights him as hard as she can, horrified as he yanks her over to a mounting stand. The stand looks older than anything she has seen and reminds her of the first Adger Gladstone book she read when she arrived-it is outfitted with straps and buckles to keep a woman from escaping.

Bracing her foot on the base of the stand, she tries to use the leverage to break free or even kick the stand over but it is secured to the ground. Unnervingly adept at it, Coral realizes that Callen has a lot of experiencing restraining a woman who is fighting back; despite her efforts, her hands are bound to the head of the stand.

“No, please, don’t do this,” she sobs, trying to position herself as far away from Callen as possible.

He pauses his attack, struggling to get his mind clear of the arousing effects of the elixir to remember his original purpose. His chest rises and falls as he pants in anticipation; he looks down at the bottle in his hands, a wicked smile growing on his lips, “Will you give me the recipe?”

Her body deflates a little; she says nothing.

Licking his lips, he reaches out and strokes the side of her face, “It is all right, Coral. A few days, maybe a week and you’ll relent.”

His narrow fingers trail down her pale neck to the exposed bit of her cleavage. Coming together, his hands grasp the fabric and in one violent pull, he tears it down the front, exposing her naked body. His hazy eyes wander over her plush, full breasts, down the softness of her stomach, the fullness of her hips and thighs, the bright red patch of soft hair at their apex. Though she tries to get away, his hands clamp down over her waist and he lifts her up, roughly dropping her down into position on the stand. He throws the loose fabric of her dress forward, free of her head and shoulders, her arms still in the sleeves, the scraps of her dress piling around her elbows leaving her naked back and ass exposed. Quickly sliding a strap around her middle and buckling it, he prevents her from moving long enough that he can buckle straps just under her armpits and around her thighs and calves.

Coral is restrained, fully exposed to Callen, the cold damp air assaulting her hot skin, her body spread open and unprotected from his eyes. She chokes down the urge to vomit, her frantic crying wracking her entire body. She makes one last, final plea, “Callen, don’t-I’m pregnant.” The dark, robust, earthy and secretive scent of the elixir hits her nose as he uncorks the bottle again.

A throaty, husky laugh comes before his deep voice, “That is supposed to be a deterrent? Not only will I get the recipe from you but now I can possibly kill an heir to the throne of Centuarna. No, Coral, that only makes me want you more.”

She feels the warmth of his fingers on her cunt, roughly rubbing the fluid into her skin. The icy heat of it hits her body like a shockwave, almost immediately causing her to tingle. She bites down on her tongue, fighting the urges that the elixir sends through her. Callen’s fingers harshly violate her hole, pushing the elixir deeper into her body.

Letting out a half sob, half moan, the yearning builds in her lower back. Her cunt pulses, wanting to be filled. His shaggy fur scrapes its way across her skin while he walks forward over her; she can feel the wide flat tip of his cock pressing at her entrance. She cries out when Callen harshly thrusts his way forward, her cunt stretching to accept him, squeezing against the invasion, wetting down for his reentry.

He moans, his deep voice a guttural growl of pleasure, “I will give you this, Coral, this elixir is everything you said it would be.” Roughly, he fucks her, bottoming out his cock but not caring if it hurts as he pounds against her, each thrust sending a wave of shooting pain through her body, followed by a flood of desperate pleasure.

She chokes back her tears, clenching her eyes shut tight, trying to fight off the building climax he is forcing upon her; she does not want it, nor does she want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he pleased her body. His breathing becomes labored, his cock seems to get thicker. Leaning down, he grabs a fist full of her hair and pulls her head back so that he can see her, “Look at me Coral!” He growls.

Refusing to open her eyes, she focuses on staving off her climax. A sharp slap across her face jars her, forcing her eyes open.

“Look at me!” It is almost a snarl when he says it, his hips fiercely pounding his cock deep into her.

Her eyes unconsciously latch onto his intense blue gaze; amidst the haziness of the elixir, the pain of him forcing himself upon her and the undesired pleasure coursing through her body, his cold blue eyes remind her of Quell. She clenches her teeth, trying to hold out but her body breaks free of the constraints. Her cunt tightens over him, her body jerking with the suddenness of her climax, shuddering almost violently as he continues to ram deep inside of her, a wicked smile growing on his lips. With a loud groan and one last harsh thrust, he explodes inside of her. She can feel his thick, foreign seed warming her insides, oozing out of her cunt and down her thighs while he slowly strokes his cock in and out of her womanhood, shuddering with each movement, his eyes never leaving hers. He releases her hair, his hand almost gently brushing it back and petting her face.

“Good girl. You’re mine now.”

She feels weakness come over her body, the icy cold of shock and horror touching all the fibers of her being; colors start to fade as the world grows into the shadows. The last thing she sees, are his cold blue eyes haunting her before she faints.