Chapter 14
That night a rain storm poured down so heavy I was worried I would wash away in my hut. I slept by myself with Grayson leaning against the door as my protector. I couldn’t tell if he had any coverings for himself and almost felt bad that he was sleeping in the rain. It beat down, soft and melodic.
The following morning was quiet, peaceful, and uneventful. Breakfast was rabbit and fruit. A wet dog smell lingered around the camp before the sun evaporated most of the nights rain from the plants, leaving a muggy feeling behind.
Walking had become easier and Grayson brought me to a collection of trees and bushes that held the fruits he’d picked previously. I foraged while he set traps with the spikes he had carved.
Talking with him was non-existent and the day was filled with birds and bugs and the rustling of nature in the humid summer breeze. I was able to put a small amount of pressure on my ankle, the crutch helping a tremendous amount with my speed.
We ventured out further than I had the previous day. Grayson led me through the game trails, moving slow enough to allow me time to keep up. He pushed brush aside as I hobbled through, when we reached a large opening at the base of a cliff.
The clearing wrapped around the giant brown and jagged rocks and he gestured for me to follow. I could hear water rushing from a distance. We rounded a corner of the cliff side and a small waterfall fell from the rocks.
It was only a few feet wide and held a small pool at its base. Smiling with excitement, I hopped into the pool. It was as wide as a sedan but surprisingly deep. As I travelled farther towards the falling water, I barely was able to reach the bottom and swam the remaining few feet.
The water was warm, though not as warm as the outside air. I let the drops wash over my face, feeling the sweat and grime dissipate in the stream beneath me. I was using my arms to keep me afloat along with being on the tiptoe of my one good foot.
The weightlessness felt oddly relieving to my sore bones. I dipped under the water, pulling my clothes off while under, the heaviness dragging me down. I resurfaced and tossed them on the shore where Grayson stood watching me.
I found it creepy but wouldn’t let his dark behaviours ruin my enjoyment here. I leaned back, floating underneath the shower. I had never felt anything so tranquil.
Floating out of the spray of the waterfall, I held my ears under the water and listened to the rush of the water as I drifted around the pool of water. It was heavenly.
A wave washed over my face and I felt something move beneath my back. My arms flailed at the feeling and I gasped in a gulp of river water. Coughing, I regained my balance and bounced on my toes against the rocks while I rubbed the water from my eyes.
With the water cleared away, I blinked the sting away and there he was. He stood close enough I could feel the shift in the water around us. He was staring down at me and breathing heavy, a suspicious look written across his face.
A nervousness took over me with his closeness mixed with our lack of clothing. He inched closer and his hand found my forearm in the water.
I used his arm to balance myself and his other arm came to the side of my head, threading fingers through hair. My breathing hitched.
"What are you doing?" I interrupted the moment, confused by his abruptness.
His face was only inches from mine and he was staring down at my lips, threatening to kiss them. I imagined him sucking on them, biting softly with his werewolf teeth.
"You really think seeing you like this wouldn’t make me want you?"
It sounded like an accusation even though it was said soft and quiet. He was so close now, I could see his heart beating in his chest. I wanted to place my hand there and feel it, if only just to prove he was human.
I hadn’t thought about him when I removed my clothes, I only wanted to enjoy the water. It seemed innocent enough, I was still in my bra and panties. Might as well be a bathing suit, my bra was a pushup with lace accents and my underwear was its matching pair.
Thinking I was safe in the water was probably a mistake, floating must have given him a prime view of my bare body. I looked to where I had thrown my clothes, remembering that he had been standing there watching me. It did look bad from his point of view, like it was intentional I realized.
Staring at my soaked clothes on the bank, I noticed another pile nearby that made me gasp.
Oh, I thought. This was worse than I could fathom. Grayson hadn’t worn a shirt in days and the pile consisted not only of his shoes and pants, but his boxers as well.
Turning back to Grayson his cheek grazed mine as the water lapped around me from where he leaned down. He pressed himself against me, his nakedness rubbing against my thighs.
His hand wrapped around the back of my head, tugging slightly at my hair. I was at his mercy here, powerless and exposed.He was waiting, I recognized. He wanted my permission.
The thought of him sliding himself inside of me was so enticing in the weightlessness of the pool oasis. I could almost taste his lips on mine, could feel his fingers trailing my skin until they reached down there.
I whimpered just thinking about the things he would do to me and he growled possessively in response.
Looking into his eyes that had turned into their yellow glow, my private parts vibrated with a need for his touch.
I wanted it so badly, more than anything I’d ever wanted before. But it wasn’t right. This wasn’t how or where I wanted to lose my virginity, I hadn’t even been kissed before. I also wasn’t sure he was who I wanted to lose it with or if these feelings I had were from the magical bond from, what had it been called, the Lunar Laws?
I pulled away, slipping through his fingers as I made my way back to the edge of the water, refusing to catch his glare. I pulled on my shirt before looking back. The look on his face took me by surprise.
It was beastly. His mouth in an angry grimace, his eyes more mad than I had seen them yet. His fists were balled as he marched towards me with his chest puffed and veins rippling through his tense skin.
Fear overtook me then and I ran as fast as my limp would allow, leaving my pants and shoes behind. Looking back, I saw his nakedness did not phase him as his strodes toward me quickened. This was the second time I had seen his penis, large and thick like an impossible creature that now looked ready to tear into me.
He took his time, he wasn’t running. If he wanted, he could overtake me in a second. He wanted to savour the chase, I thought. Whatever had been keeping him from this was gone now and he would take what was his.
I swatted branches away and jumped over rocks and roots in my path, ignoring the pain as much as I could. His hunt was deliberate behind me, a bulldozer moving behind me. Each step thundered in the dirt at my back.
I had no idea where I was going. Dodging around trees and tripping through vines, I glanced back to see the wicked smile on Graysons face. This was a game for him, he would force himself on me stealing my virginity and there was nothing I could do about it.
"Rebel," he teased, saying my name as though he were luring me in. "Rebel Sterling," drawing out the letters with his thick accent.
I pushed myself harder until the treeline broke and I fell face first into warm white sand. He wasn’t directly behind me yet and I jumped up, following the edge of the forest to look for a place to hide. My limp was getting worse and I held in cries at my struggle.
My breathing was too fast and my chest hurt with how fast my heart was beating. My lips had gone dry and my hands were shaking.
Grayson jumped from the foliage to the front of me and I froze, I couldn’t go on any longer, my body wouldn’t allow it. The adrenaline coursing through my veins was making me feel sick as I realized I wouldn’t be fighting back. He had won.
I began crying as he approached me. I had dreamt about what my first time would be like. I pictured someone my age, someone who was shy and awkward because it was their first time too. I would have never imagined it would happen like this.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me in aggressively. I attempted to pull away as his other hand groped at my stripped ass, digging his fingers into the skin of my cheeks. I was pressed against his chest and I could feel the growl with each pant of his breath.
This wasn’t Grayson anymore. This was a brutal and feral beast, breeding the only goal on his mind. His mouth connected with my neck, and he sighed into my skin as he kissed and sucked at it, making his way up to my chin.
I wriggled and he caught both of my wrists in one hand, holding them tight. His other grabbed my hair and pulled my head back to look at him. I was afraid of the look he gave me, dangerous and lewd. His appetite for me growing, making my stomach turn with a confusing lust for him.
My body was starting to respond to him against my will. The crashing waves behind me seemed to grow louder and more intense. This is where he would take me.
A motion broke the bond between us. The handle of a spear materialized above us and fell to Grayson’s throat, pulling him from his grasp on me. My skin was cold where the pressure of him had been.
Grayson’s teeth and claws began to grow as the man behind him tightened his grip on the weapon around Grayson’s neck. I stood still and baffled at the familiar stranger that had saved me from my attacker’s sexual desire.
More men appeared behind me, grabbing my arms to trap me in place. They looked at me with a hunger so deep, I knew they weren’t here to save me.
Their eyes glowed a similar goldish yellow to Grayson’s, snarls of greed dripping from their teeth and I realized the others on the island weren’t just people, but a pack of rogue werewolves and I was their only prey.