insane lupe's erection grow and press against his ass as Phell rubbed against him. Tucker finally sucked in enough air to speak.
“No!” His breath came in short gasps. The pain mixed with Phell’s heavy weight constricted his lungs. “Get off me!” The feeling of another male touching him made him want to vomit. He couldn’t lie still, no matter how much it hurt.
“Fight all you want, little lupe. You'll only make this hurt more. Not that I'll mind that. I can't wait to hear you scream again.” Phell ground his hips, making Tucker gasp as a rock dug painfully into his hip, hard enough he knew it would leave a deep bruise. His pants were torn and already slid down, under his ass. Tucker’s underwear was the only thing protecting him from the rape the crazy lupe intended.
Phell rubbed his engorged cock against Tucker’s ass. “I’m going to make you beg for mercy.” His harsh whisper in Tucker’s ear made him shiver, which sent more pain shooting from his shoulder. “But you won’t get it.”
Chapter Eight
Overhead thunder rumbled as the rain began to fall harder.
Tucker clenched his jaw shut against the pain. He wouldn't give Phell what he wanted. He would fight, and he would keep fighting, no matter what. Stelian would come for him. He knew it. He just had to keep the psychotic lupe from mating him. He dug his chin into the soft ground, trying to arch his back to get room to roll or push Phell off him. His good arm tore at the grass.
Suddenly, his body was crushed even harder into the ground, his breath whooshing out of him. The next moment all the weight on him was gone. Snarls filled the clearing. Tucker yanked up his sweats with his uninjured arm as he rolled over, frantic to find out what was going on. When he finally found the source of the snarls, he gasped. Adrenaline kept him from passing out as he cradled his arm to his chest.
A large male was in the clearing and had attacked Phell. Even with his face pushed forward into a muzzle full of sharp teeth and black fur stippling his cheeks, Tucker could tell it was Stelian. The lupe was massive in his hybrid form, his eyes burning yellow. Snarling viciously, he lunged at Phell, swiping at him with his claws, snapping his sharp fangs as he drove him away from Tucker.
An arm wrapped around Tucker’s waist from behind and lifted him from his frozen position on his knees at the edge of the clearing. Tucker cried out and twisted, trying to get away. His arm and shoulder were jostled, and he screamed in agony. He held on to the arm around his waist, trying to stay conscious.
He had no idea who held him, but so far they weren’t hurting him. His cries distracted Stelian long enough for Phell to slice at his chest. Stelian moved in time to protect the center of his body, but Phell’s claws raked down his arm; in one place, the white of bone was exposed before blood began welling from the ragged wounds. Phell snarled and pressed his attack, howling when Stelian twisted out of his reach and raked the claws of his uninjured hand down Phell’s exposed back.
The crazed lupe dropped to the ground, spun around, and then went for Stelian’s legs.
Small whimpers escaped Tucker’s throat despite his determination not to distract Stelian. It was his fault Stelian got hurt the first time. He couldn’t let it happen again. His stomach heaved from the pain of being moved, and he gagged repeatedly. His captor stumbled over a tree root, and his chin slammed straight down onto the dislocated joint in Tucker’s shoulder. There was no way Tucker could remain silent, screaming long and loud. His vision narrowed, like a black tunnel; the only thing he could see was the fighting pair of lupes.
Stelian looked over when he screamed, and Phell took advantage of his distraction. Stelian barely avoided being gutted; several gaping wounds opened up on the skin of his stomach, and blood streamed down his body.
“Be quiet,” a voice hissed. Tucker recognized it; it
“No!” His breath came in short gasps. The pain mixed with Phell’s heavy weight constricted his lungs. “Get off me!” The feeling of another male touching him made him want to vomit. He couldn’t lie still, no matter how much it hurt.
“Fight all you want, little lupe. You'll only make this hurt more. Not that I'll mind that. I can't wait to hear you scream again.” Phell ground his hips, making Tucker gasp as a rock dug painfully into his hip, hard enough he knew it would leave a deep bruise. His pants were torn and already slid down, under his ass. Tucker’s underwear was the only thing protecting him from the rape the crazy lupe intended.
Phell rubbed his engorged cock against Tucker’s ass. “I’m going to make you beg for mercy.” His harsh whisper in Tucker’s ear made him shiver, which sent more pain shooting from his shoulder. “But you won’t get it.”
Chapter Eight
Overhead thunder rumbled as the rain began to fall harder.
Tucker clenched his jaw shut against the pain. He wouldn't give Phell what he wanted. He would fight, and he would keep fighting, no matter what. Stelian would come for him. He knew it. He just had to keep the psychotic lupe from mating him. He dug his chin into the soft ground, trying to arch his back to get room to roll or push Phell off him. His good arm tore at the grass.
Suddenly, his body was crushed even harder into the ground, his breath whooshing out of him. The next moment all the weight on him was gone. Snarls filled the clearing. Tucker yanked up his sweats with his uninjured arm as he rolled over, frantic to find out what was going on. When he finally found the source of the snarls, he gasped. Adrenaline kept him from passing out as he cradled his arm to his chest.
A large male was in the clearing and had attacked Phell. Even with his face pushed forward into a muzzle full of sharp teeth and black fur stippling his cheeks, Tucker could tell it was Stelian. The lupe was massive in his hybrid form, his eyes burning yellow. Snarling viciously, he lunged at Phell, swiping at him with his claws, snapping his sharp fangs as he drove him away from Tucker.
An arm wrapped around Tucker’s waist from behind and lifted him from his frozen position on his knees at the edge of the clearing. Tucker cried out and twisted, trying to get away. His arm and shoulder were jostled, and he screamed in agony. He held on to the arm around his waist, trying to stay conscious.
He had no idea who held him, but so far they weren’t hurting him. His cries distracted Stelian long enough for Phell to slice at his chest. Stelian moved in time to protect the center of his body, but Phell’s claws raked down his arm; in one place, the white of bone was exposed before blood began welling from the ragged wounds. Phell snarled and pressed his attack, howling when Stelian twisted out of his reach and raked the claws of his uninjured hand down Phell’s exposed back.
The crazed lupe dropped to the ground, spun around, and then went for Stelian’s legs.
Small whimpers escaped Tucker’s throat despite his determination not to distract Stelian. It was his fault Stelian got hurt the first time. He couldn’t let it happen again. His stomach heaved from the pain of being moved, and he gagged repeatedly. His captor stumbled over a tree root, and his chin slammed straight down onto the dislocated joint in Tucker’s shoulder. There was no way Tucker could remain silent, screaming long and loud. His vision narrowed, like a black tunnel; the only thing he could see was the fighting pair of lupes.
Stelian looked over when he screamed, and Phell took advantage of his distraction. Stelian barely avoided being gutted; several gaping wounds opened up on the skin of his stomach, and blood streamed down his body.
“Be quiet,” a voice hissed. Tucker recognized it; it
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