A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's….though I wished I owned the rest…*sighs*
Brooklyn opened her eyes and peered through the darkness with her handicapped vision. She didn't have to see him to know he was there; watching and waiting for her surface to consciousness.
Jackson was leaning against the wall, casually snacking on a green apple. He slowly devoured the tart crisp treat, knowing the hunter had not eaten or had the pleasure of water within the last day. The werewolf pushed off the wall and casually strolled towards his play toy. Half of the apple remained unscathed as he brushed it along her parched lips. Jackson grinned as the hunter detected the offering in front of her.
"Good girl," his tone was patronizing. "Can't have you getting weak on me now can we?"
Brooklyn swallowed every bit her teeth and lips could gather, careful not to give him any reason to strike her. Jackson found the sight of the hunter's mouth moving with timid but hungered movements reaching down into his body and igniting the fire. He roughly snared the apple away, hearing the slight whimper she failed to suppress. That would slide this one time but there wouldn't be a next time.
"See that's better now isn't it?" The fingers brushed across her face, an uninvited touch from the werewolf. The speck of white flesh clung against her bottom lip, inviting Jackson in. His mouth swallowed hers, sucking so hard on her bottom lip that the bittersweet taste of copper tingled his senses. Brooklyn cringed at this intrusion.
Jackson growled and pierced her lip with a single canine, tearing apart the tiny web of red. His hunger continued to be fanned, refusing to die. The denim clad bulge ground hard against her hips as the wolf within furiously clawed for freedom. His heart pounded pumping blood hormones and adrenaline to every corner of his body. The clawed hands shredded the rope away, replacing biting cord with iron claws. Brooklyn sensed her chance and hurled a knee towards her attacker, sending him hard to the ground. The hunter sprinted for the door but a shadowy figure stepped out and halted her escape.
"Where do you think you're going?" Peter shut the door behind him. Jackson was down rolling hard along the ground as the dark features had vanished. The Alpha's eyes burned like two hellish portals that reached in and burned her soul. Brooklyn backed away from the approaching man and right into Jackson's punishing embrace. Without saying a word, the enraged werewolf retrieved the tattered remains of the rope this time binding Brooklyn face down on the narrow soiled mattress.
"You must never underestimate this one," Peter hissed as he admonished the younger one. "If she suspects any chance to run she will. Derek cannot know where she is!"
"And he won't!" Jackson briefly shifted in frustration. The last knot twisted the hunter's raw skin as Jackson was callous towards the hunter's pain. Brooklyn was thankful for the pillow that muffled her choking sob as the strands continued to tear her wrists open.
"He better not," Peter warned before leaving Jackson to his devices.
The door slammed and echoed through the hall, a reflection of the high tensions coursing through them both.
Jackson waited until Peter's footsteps were faint then violently fisted the soft copper locks and jerked Brooklyn's head nearly snapping it back. Her back curled in an unnatural curve as the claws protruded into her scalp. The muscles in her shoulders and neck pinched tighter with each jerk of his hand.
"Now you have to be punished," he slammed her head back into the thin pillow. Brooklyn shook as she couldn't see what Jackson was scheming. The trepidation locked her body tight keeping her from moving her head to see awaited her for her disobedience. Jackson wanted the punishment to send a message, a clear vivid message. One that would stick in her mind and violate any notions of escape.
"Maybe I should pay Derek a visit," his voice rumbled with a cold deadly calm.
"NO!"
The thought of him harming the dark haired werewolf brought a painful racking against her chest. Her breathing was difficult and labored as Jackson looked on. He was thrilled at the mental anguish he had brought on with just a few simple words.
"Then you'll have to take the punishment for him…..won't you?"
She swallowed back the swelling lump and knew what she had to do.
"Yes…."
"Very good," he traced the lash marks across her back, digging his finger in random places noting the reaction he elicited from her. Jackson continued this subtle but aggressive display for several minutes more, pausing to dab the lightly coated digits to his lips. Her blood was rich and sweet, like a potent addictive drug.
"It's time," he tilted her chin up to show the hunter his expectant gaze. "If you try anything the repercussions will be severe."
His hands slid up her arms and loosened the tight coils around her limbs. The blood rushed like a raging torrent through her hands and fingers though the joy was short lived. Jackson dragged her to the floor forcing Brooklyn to her knees. The floor was cold and dirty but the look in Jackson's eyes made her rethink any protest.
"Do it," he slapped her hand against the button of his jeans. The scent of his arousal clung throughout the air though the human couldn't detect it. Jackson planted his hands on his hips as he watched the hunter reach up and pluck the button free.
"Your teeth" he growled and shoved her head hard against his bulging cock. Brooklyn felt humiliation seeping in as she carefully captured the zipper between her teeth and tug the zipper down. She knew Jackson was getting off on this sick twisted game; deriving pleasure and power from his dominance over her.
"Good girl," he carded a hand through her hair. "Remove them."
With hands that couldn't stop shaking, Brooklyn slipped the boxers and faded denim over and down the juts of his hips. Jackson took a sharp inhalation of air the instant his weeping erection was liberated from the restrictive darkness. He grabbed the human's ears, bringing her lips level to the tip of his member.
"Now," his voice was more animal than human as his eyes glowed. Brooklyn started to close her eyes but the sudden sting of his hand jolted her eyes wide open.
"You're going to watch," his fingers dug into her head. "You're going to watch my cock slide between your lips then take everything I give."
Brooklyn didn't answer and Jackson smacked her harder across the face. She wailed in pain as the raging imprint deepened its stinging reach.
"Do you understand?"
He jerked her head and roughly shook it like a bobble head. Brooklyn felt the inklings of a headache forming behind her eyes from the violent jolts but remained quiet in fear of retribution.
"Yes," she didn't finish before the thickness invaded her mouth. Jackson gasped at the hollow wetness that enveloped him and forced his body to stave off the impending explosion. His fingers danced through her hair as the hunter started to steadily bob.
Jackson tossed his head back and thrusted his hips in rhythm with her lips.
"So good," he moaned and quickened his pace. "Such a good girl…."
He looked down to see her eyes were still open, focused on the slick shaft that filled her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed and expanded with each forced thrust of her head. It was a rush that surged throughout his being as he had the hunter in such a degrading and submissive position. Brooklyn willed her thoughts to go to Derek, to detach her mind from the physical pain at Jackson's hand. She conjured visions of the nights they spent in each other's arms, of the soft attentive caresses and declarations that filled the air.
Jackson fucked her mouth harder as he felt the coiling in his lower body. His fingers clamped on the sides of her head, forcing her mouth to slide faster and swallow him deeper.
"That's it," he groaned. His breathing quickened and heart raced as the fire spread until it could no longer be contained. Brooklyn felt the thick salty spurts filling her mouth and running down her throat. The werewolf's pants and grunts silently disgusted her as she was forced to take it all. Jackson pressed her mouth to the base of softening cock, making sure she took every last drop of his body gave. He had seen what she and Derek did in the shelter of night and was going to make certain every intimate gesture would be perverted beyond desire. This was the beginning.
"So beautiful," he stroked her cheek. His eyes were half lidded as the orgasm continued to wane. "So good…."
The werewolf pulled away hearing his soft member slip between her lips. A thread of semen and saliva trailed the shrunken tip. The heavy essence of sex and release swirled about the werewolf as he collapsed on the bed with pants and boxers still gathered around his ankles. He shot out a hand and grappled Brooklyn's wrist, indicating he wanted her on the bed.
With a heavy heart she climbed upon the mattress and stretched out parallel to him. His arms hooked around her waist, assuming a possessive stance, warning anyone to dare and steal her away. His lips ghosted across her neck, lightly kissing the bruised flesh. Soon the deep rhythmic breathing reached Brooklyn's ears and she silently prayed.
Peter was in another room, devising his next move. The hunter's abduction and torment at Jackson's hand was but the first part of his plan. Breaking the hunter would take time but the threat against Derek had certainly struck a nerve.
His ears perked up at the deep baying and lightly chuckled at Derek's pain.
Derek sat perched on the ledge with anger and sorrow intertwined in his soul. He knew Jackson and Peter were behind Brooklyn's abduction but where his mate was remained elusive to him. His heart had cried out, aching for the warmth of her body beside him. She had told him she loved him but days before but now the hole that had been savagely torn continued to consume him.
He tilted his head towards the waning moon and let out a deep mournful howl.
This is a seriously dark chap I know...I know it's painful watching this unfold but Derek's not going to give up!