The Wolf You Feed
Chapter 94
Carol strapped on the makeshift body armor that was given to her. She looked around. The small group of wannabe soldiers Ezekiel drummed up didn't look even half ready for what was coming. Most of them had pants on this time, instead of long dresses. Which was about the only positive thing Carol could think to say about them. Other than the fact that they were brave enough to fight in the first place. She gave them credit for that too.
Carol saw Sherry approaching and she gave the woman a questioning glance. Sherry forgot her knife and ran back to get it. Carol asked her to see what was taking Grey Wolf so long. He was not only supposed to be coming with them on this mission. He was supposed to be leading it. And he was conspicuously absent
"He says he's not coming," Sherry said with an apologetic shrug. "He's still in bed."
Carol huffed, snorting in frustration. Then she set off, stomping back in the direction Sherry had just come from. She knew the man was upset about Nokake's death. And probably even more upset that Rowan, who he valued as precious above all others, was being raped by the madman they were trying to take down. Carol understood his grief. She lost a child of her own. Images of Sophia's final moments still haunted her to this day. But this was no time for Grey Wolf to throw himself a pity party. They needed to end this war. And they needed his help to do it. Carol wasn't walking into a battle against Negan's outpost with only Sherry and a bunch of pacifist hippies as her only backup.
Carol shoved the door open, letting it slap loudly against the wall behind it. She could see Grey Wolf on the bed, his body sprawled out under the colorful hand sewn quilt. He didn't even flinch or look up when the door slammed against the wall.
"Get up!," Carol ordered, adjusting the strap that was holding her gun on her back. She sighed when there was no response from the man on the bed. She had no time for bullshit today. And even less time for his particular brand of it. Carol stepped forward and gripped the edge of the quilt. She yanked it, pulling the cover up and off his body. Ignoring the fact that he was now completely naked, she hollered at him again. "GET UP! RIGHT NOW!"
Grey Wolf lifted his arm from across his eyes and glanced at Carol before lowering it again. But he made no verbal response to her loud demands. Carol moved to the side of the bed and grabbed his arm, peeling it back and away from his face. She sighed. It was obvious that he had been crying. His face was puffy and his eyes were red rimmed. His hair was in a wild tangle around his head.
"Get up!," Carol repeated for the third time. "We have to meet the others at that outpost. These people aren't ready. I can't do this without you."
Grey Wolf pulled his arm from Carol's grasp, intending to cover his face back up and ignore her. But she was reaching her limit of patience with the man. Carol kept a firm grip on his arm, trying to use her leverage to drag him from his bed.
This was not the first time Carol was surprised by how fast he moved. They all had a crazy switch inside their heads. But Grey Wolf's had a hair pin trigger. His body was completely relaxed only a moment before. Without warning he sprung at her like the tiger they released on the saviors. Carol was knocked to the ground and pinned there. Grey Wolf was on top of her, breathing hard and growling into her face. She swung her fist, connecting with his ribs in a feeble attempt to knock him off her. He didn't even flinch at the contact. Instead of releasing her, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. Then he resumed with his growling and excessive mouth breathing.
"Get off me and get dressed," Carol ordered, barely controlling the urge to scream and growl back into his face. Having both of them go nuts wasn't going to help the situation. She wasn't sure if feral and growling was an improvement on crying under the covers. But she figured at least he was out of bed now. A small victory but she would take what she could get at this point.
"What in hell," she cursed. Another low growl issued from his throat. But now he had his face buried in her neck, his teeth grazing across the taut cords of her neck. Despite her annoyance with the man on top of her, she could feel the heat pooling between her thighs. He kept her wrists pinned above her with one hand. The other snaked down between them, pulling at the buckle on her belt.
Carol struggled, pulling her arms and trying to get her hands free. Because what the man needed was clearly a sound slap across the face. And probably another one after. But his grip on her wrists was like iron. She felt her pants loosen as the zipper was pulled down. And then she felt his hand as he shoved it down her pants and into her underwear. Her tender folds of flesh were roughly parted as he shoved one thick finger inside her. He sucked hard on her neck, his teeth digging in hard enough to mark up her pale flesh.
"Asshole!," she cursed, bucking her hips to try and unseat his hand from between her legs. He growled again, sucking harder on her neck. The upwards thrust of her hips only served to encourage him. Adding a second finger he plunged them in and out of her, his palm rubbing against her clit as he moved.
"I know you want it," he whispered, telling her he could feel how wet she was. His fingers kept up their relentless assault on her pussy. She could feel her insides clenching and she was fighting back an orgasm, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of making her come against her will.
"Fuck you," she hollered, her body thrashing against his.
"You will," he told her.
With those words he yanked his hand out of her pants. Grabbing Carol by the hips, he flipped her over onto her stomach. Her pants were yanked down. Not all the way. Just far enough to bare her ass and give him enough room to shove his dick between her legs. He entered her, pushing in hard and fast. In one stroke, he was buried all the way inside her, his hips slamming against the curve of her ass. She cursed as she felt the intense pulsing waves of her orgasm rushing through her body. He slammed into her a few more times before he found his own release, spilling inside her with another feral growl.
The weight of his body kept her pinned to the floor for another moment. And then it was gone. He rolled off her and onto his back on the carpet next to her, resuming his previous posture. His body limp with his arm over his eyes. Carol flipped over and wriggled her pants back up, her gun was digging into her back at an awkward angle and the strap was pulling uncomfortably against her neck.
"Don't start with your shit again," she said, yanking his arm up to reveal his face. Carol sighed. He was crying. And not like one single lonely tear kind of crying. He was all out bawling, his body racking with the force of his ragged breaths.
"It's my fault she's dead," he sobbed. "What's happening to Roe. It's my fault too. I never should have left her there alone."
Carol was kneeling next to the man, watching him cry and trying to figure out what to do. She wasn't without sympathy for him. She felt guilty and terrible herself. For fucking Grey Wolf while his wife was giving her life in her attempt to help him escape. But none of these were useful emotions at the moment. Carol squared up her shoulders. Then she cocked her hand back and brought it down across his face, giving him the hard sound slap she wanted to give him when he was on top of her forcing his hand down her pants.
The slap didn't snap him completely out of his crying tizzy. But Carol could tell she at least had his attention now.
"None of that was your fault. But if you don't get your ass in gear and step the fuck up, a lot more people are going to die. Including me. And that will be your fault."
Grey Wolf scrubbed at his face with his hands. Then just as suddenly as he came at her before, he leaped onto his feet. Carol sighed in relief when she saw him pull his clothes on and start strapping on his weapons. Just as she was about to head out the door, he caught her by the arm and pulled her against his chest.
"I love you," he whispered. Carol smiled and shook her head.
"Tell me that again when this is done."