Let the Wild Out (15 page)

She’d been stumbling
aimlessly in her human form, searching for berries or water, when William found
her. His teeth pressed deeper. She hit him on the side of the head with her
fist as they twisted on the ground. Dirt flew around them, a thick and choking
cloud. Her fist flew back, striking a stone. Without thought, she grabbed it
and hit him again. He yelped and let go. Blood trickled down her flesh, the
gush made worse by the hard pumping of her heart. She rolled from him with the
sheer force of adrenaline and threw the rock at his head. It struck him in the
nose.

“William,” she yelled. His
grey body she would know anywhere, but something was off about his eyes.
“William, stop. It’s me. It’s Rachel.”

She breathed hard. The
blood loss started to make her dizzy. She lifted her arm, trying to hold it
above her head. Blood trailed down her side and the limb dropped weakly.

“William,” she whispered as
he circled her. He growled low in this throat. “Please. Rachel. I’m Rachel.”

Rachel fell to her knees,
unable to control the shifting of her body as it went into defensive mode. She
knew if the wolf overtook her, she’d fight to the death—her death.

Survival kicked in. Her
body strained with the shift. Feathers sprouted from her arms as she fought the
wolf inside her, only to smooth over with the
flexible collagenous fibers of her shark skin. It had been a
long time since that form tried to overtake her. The shifting war inside her
body burned. She screamed in pain.

“Rachel,” a hoarse voice said. She caught a glimpse of William
shifting back. The wild hunger had left his eyes as he crawled near her. His
naked body was smeared with mud and blood. “Bloody hell, what did I do?”

Shaking hands touched her and the shifting war instantly
calmed. Her body jerked as she looked up at him. He cradled her arm where he’d
bitten her, examining it with a look of horror and pain.

“What did I do? What did I do?” he repeated over and over
again.

Rachel wanted to reassure him, to swipe the agony from his
eyes, even as the current white heat of pain radiating over her arm was his
doing. She twitched on the ground. He leaned in and tried to kiss her, but hesitated
and pulled back.

“You’re not healing. We have to heal you,” he said. “What
did I do?”

William
tried not to move Rachel on the ground as he looked around the forest for help.
There was none, only Rachel bleeding from where he’d nearly torn her arm from
her body. The gash was horrible to look at, the limb raw and limp.

The
only way he knew was to give her his energy through sex, but how could he make
love to her after what he’d done. He saw the pain in her eyes, was pretty sure there
was anger there too. How could he kiss her? Make love to her? Like this? After
that?

“Rachel,
I’m sorry. I don’t know how else to help you.” In truth, after what he’d been
through, after the cutting and the drugs at St. Joan’s hands, he didn’t feel stable
enough to help her. He felt the pull of the wolf inside him. If he gave her his
energy, would he simply turn wild again and attack to regain it back? “I would
give you everything I am to save you.”

“Kill
her!”

William
jerked, instantly taking a protective stance over Rachel’s body.

“I said
kill her now! Why did you stop? You shouldn’t have stopped.” St. Joan stood a
few feet away. The overbearingly strong scent of fairy urine radiated from her,
masking her scent completely. He ignored the odor as he faced her. She stepped
to the side to get a better view of Rachel. Her feral eyes shone with victory.
“Mm, that is a nasty cut. No worries, Chief, she’ll die soon. Very soon.” Her
mouth parted and she made a biting gesture into the air. “Just in time for the Duncanis
to say goodbye and see what you have done.”

William
didn’t think. He charged forth. St. Joan squeaked and leapt backward, as if
surprised at the attack.

Desperate
and hungry, William didn’t think. He shifted in the air seconds before taking
the treacherous woman by her throat. St. Joan shifted beneath his teeth and he
bit harder. Scratching fingernails turned to claws as she fought him. Her blood
assuaged the beast in him as he tore flesh. The mindless hunger would be
appeased.

“William!
What has happened here?” Douglas took in the bloody battlefield of the
clearing. Around them the forest was quiet, as if the fray had scared away all
living creatures.

When
William transformed, he was sitting on the ground next to the corpse of the
mountain lion. “Rachel. Heal Rachel.”

Douglas
was already on his way to her side. She moaned softly when he touched her.
“What the hell happened here?”

Her face was barely
recognizable beneath the wild, tangled hair and dirty skin. He didn’t care.
Relief rose up in him. He had found her. Only the emotion didn’t last long as
he realized she wasn’t moving. Without thinking, he kissed her, willing her to
respond, to take whatever she needed from his body.

“My forest is not a toilet,
St. Joan!” came Rara’s voice.

He opened his eyes but
didn’t stop kissing Rachel. Her lips became warmer against his, but still
didn’t respond as they should have. Rara kicked the dead mountain lion on the
ground, ignoring William. The Cononious chief did not move from his place as he
stared at Rachel.

“And I did not save her to
kill her,” Rara continued, kicking the body again. “This is my forest.”

Douglas pulled back, unable
to get Rachel to answer him. “Rara, please, can you undo what was done.”

Rara stopped mid-kick and
moved to Douglas and Rachel. She stood over them. “I did not save her to kill
her, so I will save her again.”

The fairy leaned over and
touched Douglas’s upturned face. “But first, you must kiss me.”

“There is no time. We—”
Douglas protested, only to stop.

“Agree to pay my price,”
Rara demanded. He nodded in agreement. She looked at William and demanded the
same. William gave a weak nod, not seeming to really hear her. The Cononious
chief didn’t move.

“Mm,” Rara moaned as she
went to her knees. She wrapped her arms around Douglas and pressed an open-mouthed
kiss to him. He felt her tongue slide into his mouth, probing. Everywhere she
touched, he tingled. His heart began to beat hard. Fairy pheromones were impossible
to resist. His cock thickened.

Rara pulled away first.
Douglas tried to follow her with his mouth. She gave him one last peck and then
turned her attention to the woman on the ground. Douglas watched as Rara moved
to kiss Rachel’s still mouth as she had him. That’s when he realized his hand
was on Rachel’s breast, massaging it. Rachel moaned and moved beneath his hand.
Her naked legs stirred against him.

Rara pulled away, breathing
hard. Her body shimmered with translucent blue. “Mm, shifters. So much power.”

When Rachel looked up at
him, her eyes swam with the same translucent blue light Rara illuminated. It
mixed with the shifter’s silver. Unable to resist the woman he loved, Douglas
kissed her. This time she responded. One hand lifted to his face, holding him
to her kiss. Her lips parted wide to let him devour her. The injured limb did
not move from the ground.

They were already naked
from running wildly about the forest. When her legs opened wider, he didn’t
need more of an invite. He drew his hips along her thighs and thrust into her.
His cock slid into her wet sex, slamming hard. Fuck, but it felt nice. All the
fear and desperation of the last several days poured out of him into her. With
each thrust, her body became stronger in its responses. Her injured limb bumped
along his arm briefly before falling to the ground.

Douglas lifted up. The grit
of dirt slid between them. He didn’t care. Rachel met his thrusts with her own.
She bucked off the ground. Her eyes fairly glowed with the fairy’s transferred
power. Douglas felt Rara’s fingers glide down his spine. The tingling sensation
was too much. He jerked his release into her, giving Rachel all the energy he
could spare. She cried out softly.

As soon as he’d finished,
Rachel pushed on his arm with a low growl. He rolled onto his back, completely
drained and unable to move.

William watched Douglas heal Rachel, torn between the normal
jealousies he felt each time the other two were together and the desire for the
Duncanis chief to save the woman they loved. The fairy, Rara, tried to kiss him
too, but he’d jerked his head away from her. Not to be denied her fun, the
fairy exploded into her tiny counterparts and began swarming his chest, back,
hips and legs. They concentrated on his cock and the tingling caused the shaft
to lift. He stared intently at Rachel and Douglas, as the fairy lights stroked
him.

William tried to swat them away, but they merely scattered
and returned in full force. They centered their efforts on his cock and balls.
Their touches were as light as air and as potent as one of the best blow jobs
he’d ever gotten. He tried to resist. His fingers dug into the dirt of the forest
floor. Unbidden, his hips lifted off the ground. His body mimicked the motion
of Douglas’s thrusts. Then, as the Duncanis chief found his release, so too did
William. The fairy lights left his body, having gotten what they wanted off
him. Had circumstances been different, had he been stronger, their attentions
would have caused him to ravish Rara until there was nothing left.

Rachel shoved the Duncanis chief off her body and instantly
crawled towards William on her hands and knees. Her injured arm gave out a
little bit when she put weight on it, but that did not hamper her progress. Her
glowing, blue eyes pierced him.

Behind Rachel, Douglas didn’t move. The fairy lights went to
his drained body and took advantage, just as they had with the Cononious chief.
Rara formed into full body and straddled the man’s waist. Douglas tried to push
her off, but Rara said, “Fight if you will, but it is not rape. You agreed to
pay my price in return for saving the shifter woman, and I aim to collect what
is due, Duncanis.”

Douglas was too weak as the fairy stroked his cock to full
length and began to ride him like the airy, free spirit she was.

William drew his eyes back to Rachel as she instantly
grabbed his spent cock. With a few strokes, she had it lifted to full capacity.
He tried to touch her cheek gently, looking past the euphoric fire in her eyes.
“Rachel, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you. I’ll never forgive myself for—”

Rachel cut off his words with a passionate kiss. She pushed
him onto his back, rolling down with him. When she lifted up, she reached
between their bodies to stroke his cock before moving it to her pussy. The
glide of her body on his was too much. No part of him wanted to protest.
Anything she wanted from him, she would have. He had not been strong enough to
save her earlier, so now he would let her drain every last bit of life he had
left if she so wanted it.

For a long moment, the sounds of a dirty orgy filled the
forest. The women rode the men beneath them like wild creatures. William
grabbed hold of Rachel’s breasts, only to glide his fingers down to her hips to
help drive her onto his cock. Douglas tried to fight Rara, but his energy-drained
body was no match for her fairy pheromones.

William’s ass slid on the ground. Twigs and stones from the
forest floor bit into his flesh. He let the wild woman on his cock do what she wanted.
Fuck, but she was beautiful! It was all he could to do to hold back his release
as he waited for her to find her climax. Suddenly, Rachel tensed. Her sex
clamped down on him hard. It was all the invitation he needed. He came inside
her, filling her with his seed and with his very life force. The wounds on her
injured arm healed completely. Her glowing eyes began to dim. She didn’t move
off his cock, as she sat on his waist.

“Do summon me again should you need a favor,” Rara said from
atop Douglas. “And do not think I have forgotten the audience you promised to
give me with the vampire king. Do not make me wait long, or I will come to our
court and ensorcel all shifters within my reach.”

The fairy burst into bright lights and floated away on the
breeze. Douglas rolled onto his hands and knees and crawled towards the others.
Rachel finally pulled off William’s cock and moved to sit beside him. She
rubbed her arm. For a moment, no one spoke.

 
“What happened?”
Rachel asked, confused. Her words broke the silence as she turned her eyes to
where the fairy lights were disappearing overhead. She gave an accusing look at
Douglas. Had she just imagined what she saw? Much of their current situation
was a blur, but she was pretty sure she just saw Douglas fucking another woman.
“You—”

She stopped herself. What right did she have to demand he
not fuck anyone but her? She’d just been riding William a few feet away. Yet,
somehow, her riding William was different. William had been a part of their
arrangement from the very beginning.

“It’s not what you think,” Douglas said.