The Wolf You Feed

Chapter 62

They had been locked in a small room together. And calling the tiny space a room was a stretch. It was closer to the size of a broom closet. The floor was cement. The walls had a different texture but they were just as hard. The door was made of metal and quite solid. The bruises all over Grey Wolf's arms and shoulders were proof of that. There was a small grungy mattress on the floor. Carol laid back on it and used her arm as a pillow. The mattress was thin and didn't offer much comfort but it was still better than the floor.

Carol had realized straight off that there was no point in attempting to reason with her fellow captive. Once the door had clicked and they had been locked inside this tiny cell together, Grey Wolf had gone absolutely wild with rage. He had throttled himself against the door, screaming and cursing in Sioux and in English. Carol wasn't afraid of him. But she had no interest in having a physical confrontation with the man either. So she laid down on the dirty mattress and ignored his childish tantrum. With all the pacing and cursing he was doing, it was clear that Grey Wolf wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. Carol figured at least one of them might as well get some rest.

The day had not been long, but it had been emotionally exhausting. Carol was surprised how quickly she fell into an uneasy sleep. She crashed hard at first. But then her nightmares came. Like they always did in times of stress. Sophia still played a prominent role. Carol knew the girl's reanimated form would haunt her until the day she died. But in the last few years, she had stopped seeing her ex husband. She considered it to be a small victory. Thoughts of Ed didn't scare her anymore. In fact, she barely thought of the man at all. But this time he appeared in her dream once again. The dream was vivid. She could smell the cigarettes on his breath when he leaned in and told her he would make her watch Sophia die.

Carol jerked awake with a gasp, her hands immediately reaching for the weapons she usually kept by her side of the bed. Her hands came up empty. She wasn't in her bed. The events of the day quickly rushed back to her. Carol rubbed the sleep from her eyes, trying to make a guess as to how long she had been out. It could have been an entire night or only an hour. It was impossible to tell the time of day in this small dark room.

Readjusting her body, Carol tried to get comfortable on the thin mattress. There was nothing else to do in this small dark space. So she decided to try and see if she could get some more sleep. She rolled over onto her other side. A sharp pain jolted through her, making her remember that ear that was still sore after her attack at the satellite station. Carol rolled back over to her good side. She closed her eyes. Sleep didn't come as easily this time. But she stayed still anyway, allowing her body the rest even if her mind didn't get any.

A strange gasping noise caught her attention. Carol opened her eyes. Not that she could see much. The only light was a sliver coming from the bottom of the door. She blinked her eyes and lifted her head. There was just enough light for her to make out his silhouette. Grey Wolf was kneeling on the hard cement floor near the door with his face buried in his hands. His body was shaking. At first Carol thought he was laughing. The man was always just on the edge of sanity and she figured maybe this time he had really lost what hold he had left on reality. But after a moment she realized the man was crying. Before she could stop herself, Carol felt a hard pang of pity for him. His tears pulled at her heart, breaking down a bit of the hard wall she had built around herself after her daughter died.

Grey Wolf was a strange man. Carol would never admit it to anyone. And often refused to even admit it to herself. But she found him not only odd but also completely fascinating. There was no question he was a bold and fearless warrior. She had seen him kill a man in front of her with his bare hands. But at times, he also seemed more gentle and caring than other men. He was not afraid to show his emotions. The children in town seemed to gravitate towards him, like they could feel the goodness inside. He was endlessly kind and patient with them. She had never met a man like him before.

Before she stopped to consider her actions, Carol was pulling herself to her small feet. She was always careful to maintain her distance from people. But especially from Grey Wolf. Carol had never touched him willingly before. Once she was on her feet and within arms reach of the man, Carol hesitated. Slowly she reached forward, resting her hand on his shoulder. His larger hand quickly covered hers, the warmth of his skin seeping into her. He tilted his head back, unshed tears sparkling in his eyes in the dim light of the room. They both stayed frozen in position, the moment stretching the tension between them out like a rubber band about to snap.

Grey Wolf was sitting back on his heels. But now he rose part of the way up. Even with him on his knees and her standing, Carol was not much taller than him. He released his grip on her hand and wrapped both arms around her waist, pulling her against him and burying his face into her stomach and breasts. It was as if her gentle touch had opened the floodgate of emotions inside him. He had already been crying but now he sobbed violently against her. His hands fisted desperately into the back of her shirt. Beneath the front of her shirt, Carol's skin was already damp from his tears. He was full of pure raw sorrow and Carol felt the tears dripping off her own chin before she even knew that she had started crying along with him.

"I failed her again," he sobbed. Carol didn't need to ask who he meant. These men had Rowan. They had taken Grey Wolf's daughter from him. And he had been powerless to stop them.

"This wasn't your fault," Carol soothed, stroking her hands through his long dark hair. Alone and captive in the dark cell, Carol finally felt brave enough to touch him. She would never admit it, but she had fantasized about doing so many times before. His hair was as soft and silky as she had imagined it would be. And his arms were strong enough to crush her against him.

He sat back on his heels again, this time pulling Carol down to the floor with him. She was now sitting in his lap facing him, her knees resting on the outside of his hips. His arms were still around her. One encircled her waist, pulling her against the hard planes of his chest. His other hand stroked up her back. His calloused fingertips traced the cords of her neck before he twined his fingers into the back of her short hair and gripped her head, tilting it back. One of her hands was still in his hair, the other palm resting flat against his muscular chest.

Objections to being held so intimately swirled in Carol's mind. She was in a committed relationship. He was married. They were locked in a cell and ought to be planning their escape. But all these thoughts flew to the back of her mind the moment his mouth pressed down on hers. His kiss was rough and demanding but his lips were full and soft. He tasted like the salt from both of their tears combined. She wrapped her arms around the man, pressing her body harder against his. Her nipples were hard as rocks inside her sensible cotton bra. And her center was already pulsing with heat and desire as she rocked her hips against the hard bulge in his pants.

Grey Wolf gripped her by the thighs, lifting Carol off his lap without breaking their kiss. He shuffled forward on his knees, heading for the stained mattress on the floor. This wasn't the most romantic setting. But he had been secretly pining after Carol since the moment he saw her in the middle of the battle between Alexandria and his wolves. She was fierce and bewitching and cunning and somehow all of these things at the same time. He had never met a woman like her before. There might be no tomorrow for either of them. So if this filthy cell was the place where Carol wanted him, then this is where he would have her.

Carol felt herself lowered carefully to the mattress. Their tongues were dancing together in her mouth. Once he didn't need his hands to hold her up Grey Wolf wasted no time in using them to explore her body. One hand tangled into the short coarse curls on her head while the other slid under her shirt. He cupped one full breast, kneading gently as the calloused pad of his thumb stroked back and forth across the hard bud of her nipple.

She groaned into his mouth, her hips bucking against the hard bulge in his pants. Her core was on fire, pulsing and burning with need. The darkness of the room was freeing. Carol wasn't worried about sucking in her stomach or whether or not her full breasts were sagging down into her armpits when she lifted her arms. She wasn't thinking about tomorrow or the repercussions of her actions. There was only this moment, this man, and the scorching heat between them.

He lifted up off her just long enough to remove his shirt. Gripping the hem, he pulled it off using only one hand, a move Carol had never seen before and had previously believed happened only in movies or romance novels. His body was lean and hard. The muscles in his arms and stomach were well defined and his shoulders were broad. Once his shirt was off he reached for Carol's, pulling it carefully over her head. Her bra went with it and she realized that he must have unhooked it without her even knowing.

His pants went next. He didn't remove them. He only pushed them down far enough to free his erection. Carol lifted her hips, making it easier for him to pull her pants down. They bunched up around her ankles, catching on her boots. Instead of taking the time to remove her shoes, he caught her behind the knees and lifted, pulling her feet up so they were planted just below her ass. His hands shifted to the tops of her knees, gripping them firmly and pulling them apart.

Carol grabbed at the man, pulling him back down on top of her. They were skin on skin now as they pawed at each other. She rubbed her hands up his arms and then down his back, straining her arms so she could dig her fingertips into the firm globes of his ass. He moaned into her mouth, his hands sliding between their bodies to massage her breasts.

Shifting his hips, Grey Wolf pressed the tip of his dick against her entrance. She was slick and hot with need. When he pushed the head of his dick inside her, Carol gasped. He was larger than she had anticipated. Her legs were butterflied open, the tendons on the insides of her thighs stretched tightly against his hips. Her feet were pinned under his body, holding her in place. She wriggled under his weight, wanting more of him inside her than only the tip. Her fingers dug harder into his ass, and she moaned when she managed to pull him just a little further inside.

The next thing Carol knew, her hands were forced above her head. He held her slim wrists securely with one hand, as his other hand snaked down her body. She turned her head, pulling her mouth away from his and gasping for air. He kissed along her jawline to her ear where he stopped to nibble at her earlobe. Carol was pinned beneath him, her body writhing and covered with a thin sheen of sweat. His free hand slipped under her hips as he slowly moved only the head of his hard length in and out of her. The tip of his middle finger found the tight rosebud of her back entrance. He circled the sensitive area with his finger, groaning when he found it was already well lubricated with both sweat and her dripping desire.

Grey Wolf pulled his dick back from her hot entrance, pushing the tip of his middle finger inside her ass instead. From Carol's reaction and the way she cried out in surprise, he knew that he was the first to penetrate her in such a way. It made his balls tighten and he had to take a deep breath to keep from losing his seed all over her thighs like an inexperienced teenager. He pulled his finger out and pushed his dick in, going slightly deeper inside her than he had the last time. She moaned louder and he could feel her insides tighten around him. Pulling out, he entered her again with his finger, pushing in deeper and not pulling back out this time. She was clenching down hard, her body fighting back against the unfamiliar intrusion.

He left his finger inside her when he pushed his dick back in, penetrating her in both holes at the same time. Grey Wolf couldn't hold himself back from claiming her any longer. He had been waiting for this moment for what felt like ten lifetimes. He pushed all the way inside, burying himself inside her tight channel until his balls rested against the back of his hand that was parting her cheeks.

"Now you'll come for me, tehila," he whispered into her ear.

Carol wasn't sure the exact meaning of the unfamiliar word and at that moment she didn't care. His finger was setting every nerve ending in her body on fire. Having him inside both her holes at the same time was like sensory overload. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her body was wound as tight as a drum. Once he buried himself all the way inside her, he didn't make slow sweet under the covers type love to her. Grey Wolf fucked her hard and fast, his body slapping against her clit as he pounded into her. She bit down on his shoulder to keep from screaming as her body exploded. The muscle spasms were more intense, her virgin backdoor squeezing around his finger as her pussy milked his dick.

His mouth came down on hers again and he kissed her as he found his own release, spilling himself inside her. He didn't pull out immediately, but stayed buried, kissing her all over her face and sucking gently at her neck until his erection was gone. Rolling onto his side, Grey Wolf pulled Carol with him and held her close.

"You'll be the death of me woman," he declared.

Carol was quiet. She was desperately trying to enjoy these last few moments of bliss before her brain turned back on and began to consider not only the consequences of what they had done but also what they were going to do about the fact that they were locked in a closet together in the Saviors compound. But she wasn't able to hold back for long. With her intense release came a long awaited release of emotions. Tears filled Carol's eyes before she could wipe them away. It wasn't what they had done, but the thought of having to pretend like it never happened that suddenly filled her with sorrow and regret.

"When Nokake got pregnant, I promised to always take care of her and the baby," Grey Wolf whispered as he rubbed Carol's back in slow soft circles. "I haven't broken that promise by being with you."

"We'll all live together then," Carol sobbed, "...just one big happy family?"

Carol attempted to picture the idea in her mind. She couldn't even imagine how such an arrangement would ever work. She had worked too hard to build up her self respect to put up with a part time lover now. She had no time for a man like that. Not even one that made her orgasm harder than she ever had in her life.

"You were in a traditional marriage before the turn," he stated, his hands still roaming over her body. Carol nodded. Having his hands all over her made it hard for her to think straight. "Did it make you happy?," he asked.

Carol didn't answer him. She remained quiet, letting his question settle in. Her breathing returned to normal and she wiped the last of her tears away with the back of her hand. She hated to admit it, but he had a valid point. Being married to Ed had not made her happy.

Before she could answer, the door to their little love nest was jerked open. Totally unconcerned with his own nudity, Grey Wolf leaped to his feet and shoved the guard back to keep the man from looking at Carol while she scrambled for her clothes.

"Being locked down here was supposed to be punishment, not a goddamn honeymoon vacation," the guard muttered as he booted Grey Wolf back into the small room.

Another guard charged in and grabbed Carol, roughly pulling her up and out of the room. Once she was clear, the door was quickly slammed shut behind her. Grey Wolf was now locked inside the small cell alone. As the two guards walked Carol forcefully down the hallway, she could hear the man screaming for her as he threw his body against the solid door.

"He was supposed to be put out on yard duty," the taller guard said to the one that was gripping Carol's arm.

"Sounds like he still needs some time to cool off," he replied with a laugh, "better leave him in there for another 24."

"What about her?," the man asked, ticking his head towards Carol.

Carol kept her eyes down but she was listening closely. Neither man was doing a very good job of securing their weapons. She could grab a gun from either one and finish them both before they would even realize what was happening. But the problem with that was the giant rat maze that she was stuck in. Even if she killed them she didn't think she would be able to escape the sanctuary without being caught. So she waited to see what the men planned to do with her before she made any sudden moves. If they weren't doing anything immediately harmful, it would be better to wait and bide her time.

"Big man said assign her a bunk and put her on kitchen duty," the man that was holding onto her announced. Carol relaxed her body and took her eyes off his gun. Kitchen duty meant not being locked in a cell. And that meant she would have time to scope the place out and look for an escape route. All Grey Wolf needed to do was not get himself killed until then. A task that sounded easier than it actually was given the man's disposition. She was going to have to hurry.