Chapter 26: Octavia - Pack of Mine

What the fuck did he just say?

I hold the blade at his throat, tiny drops of blood dripping down his inked chest already. My heart races, my ears ring, my mouth tastes rancid and I think I’m going to heave again.

What the fuck?

But… It’s a beautiful sight to be honest – Skyler Vale on his knees for me. His dark eyes shut and his wet eyelashes stick to his cheeks. The scruff he always keeps is slightly longer, the stress of the last few days showing its physical effects on him.

I should kill him. I should kill him for all the torture, deceit, and lies he put me through, I should kill him for what he did to these women.

But… I know that I don’t have the strength to swing the knife.

My heart flutters like a bird in a cage and I close my eyes. Visions take over my mind and I watch him cry over my seizing body in the forest, carrying me into the hospital and saying ‘she’s my girlfriend.’ I see him confess his feelings for me to his brothers, the three of them bonding over a connection to a single woman – me.

I told you they would change your life.

My mother’s voice echoes in my brain, like she’s the one showing me this.

I watch Skyler hold Tristan’s body for days, tears spilling down his cheeks and onto the white sheets. I see Valentine tell his love story and drink with Skyler, saying ‘she gets it.’

Then I hear the little girl’s voice in my head.

“Everyone who’s ever loved you has either died or abandoned you.”

I shake my head and tell her, “No, you’re wrong.”

When I open my eyes, I see him staring up at me, those dark pits of nothingness begging for mercy with every blink. The knife drops out of my hands into the dirt and I jump onto him, my arms wrapping around his neck.

“I love you too, Skyler.”

He sighs and hugs me tightly, almost knocking the wind out of me.

I’ll have to teach him to be more gentle.

After everything that’s happened, everything between us and between me and the other boys, I know that I love him.

I don’t love him despite his flaws, anger and violence.

I love him for them.

I attempt to peel off of him but he pulls me in tighter. We hug for a few moments while the leaves on the trees around us rustle, the crickets chirp and rain begins to dribble down.

He finally lets my tender body go, but he remains on his knees and places his big hands around my waist. His eyes shimmer as he looks up at me and I watch a painful peace take over his face.

“Can I please take you home to fuck your brains out now?”

His familiar demeanor eases my stress.

“Yes, please.”

Before the words can finish coming out of my mouth, he stands up and throws my body over his shoulder like a caught prize as I giggle and hold onto his back for dear life.

We walk over to the car and he places me into the passenger seat, his hand quickly finding its way to my throat.

I can see desire in his eyes, a deep lust that he seemed to be fighting for some time while we were separated. I missed it.

We hold eye contact for a few seconds, staring at each other, connecting with no words.

His lips crash into mine and our tongues twist together. His heavy breath fills my ears as he groans and pushes my neck into the headrest, making the grip on my throat even tighter.

Fuck, I missed being manhandled.

Fireworks explode between us, primal and consuming, as if fate wrote our shared moment long before we met. Oddly enough, I think this is our first kiss. I’ve given him everything but the romance of our lips touching.

Visions of his childhood flash around my mind like I’m living his memories myself. His emotions flood through me, giving me insight on what he goes through every day. I can feel the fabric of our souls intertwining, our hearts melding into one, and our bodies sighing in relief as we finally release the tension between us.

And I understand him now – I see just a fraction of the way he sees me and feel a small portion of the way his body aches for me.

What was I thinking? I couldn’t kill Skyler Vale even if I tried.

God has a funny way of making me hate him enough to wish death upon him, but something always gets in the way.

Interesting.

Our first kiss comes to an end and he pulls away with a smile, shutting the passenger door and walking around the car to the driver’s seat.

As he sits down, an evil grin covers his face. He can’t hide how excited he is no matter how hard he tries. His hard cock bulges from his pants and taunts me, begging me to touch it.

There’s no way in hell we’re making it home.

I lean over the center console as he starts the car, and the way the engine purrs fuels my desire. My hands finagle with his sweats, attempting to pull exactly what I’m looking for out for some fun.

“Daddy, I can’t wait.”

His stiffness springs out and he groans as he begins to drive us down the street. I lick my lips and wrap my hands around the base of him, holding it steady for me.

Before I can go at my own pace, his right hand takes a fistful of my hair, shoves my mouth down and I gag.

“Fuck Kitten, I can’t wait either.”

His head tilts back into the headrest and he grunts loudly, drowning out the sound of cars whizzing by us. I slide my tongue up and down his shaft while small bumps in the road push him deeper into me.

Take control, use me, please.

He doesn’t hear my silent prayer, so I pull my mouth off of him and tease the tip with small kisses, hoping he gets frustrated with me.

But he doesn’t.

He squirms in agony and I watch him fight his natural instincts. His hold on my hair loosens and he puts both hands on the steering wheel with a death grip like he’s trying to focus on anything other than me.

The vibe throws me off and I slide back into my seat, frustratedly crossing my arms.

“Skyler? Are you in there?” I spit out, cracking a joke.

He gulps and his cock twitches, glistening with slobber under the passing streetlights. I can see words wracking around his brain, but he chooses to bite his tongue instead.

His fangs pull down with frustration and he white knuckles the steering wheel, pedal to the floor. We speed down the road, practically flying. I can’t see the speedometer but I’d guess we’re easily going over 100mph.

He finally decides to speak, but grits his teeth as he does it.

“I don’t want to hurt you like I hurt those women.”

I watch him twitch, actively fighting his violent tendencies, but that’s exactly what I’m looking for. My hand reaches across to his seat and I grab his cock, staring up at him.

“I want you to hurt me.”

He takes his eyes off the road and looks down at me, fangs hanging low and his mouth slightly parted. I can see him debate my request, looking between the road and me below him.

“Fuck it,” he grunts out.

His hands wrap in my hair again and this time he forces my head all the way onto him, his girth stretching the back of my throat open. I gag, but my inner walls ache.

He holds my head still, groaning as he thrusts his hips into my face. Slobber bubbles out of my lips and I can’t breathe, trying to push off of his legs.

His grip is unforgiving – he listens to me choke and I know he feels me claw at his thighs, but he continues to use me as he pleases.

Holy fuck, I might pass out.

His hand pushes me down with all his might, shoving him fully down my throat and holding me there for a few seconds. The world starts to turn black, I see stars burst in my vision and I fight against him, the back of my neck on fire.

He finally releases me and I rip my head off of him, gasping for air and coughing as saliva flies all over his crotch and the car.

“Fuck Kitten, your throat feels so good, I just can’t help myself,” he pants.

And there it is – that’s exactly the Skyler I needed. I lean back over to him and try to push him into my mouth for seconds, but he pulls me by my hair back into my seat.

“Ah ah,” he says like he’s training a dog. “We’re home now.”

The tires squish into the gravel driveway making a crunching sound and when we come to a stop, he swiftly turns the key and switches the car off.

His cock stands tall and my pussy is soaked, dripping down my bare thighs. This oversized t-shirt isn’t hiding anything.

“I want to ruin you, properly.” The grit of his voice makes my skin crawl.

I eagerly pull at the door handle, trying to get out of the car and inside for some overdue play time, but he yanks me by my hair back into the seat.

“Sit, pet.”

Oh, fuck, I feel a sense of euphoria as he calls me his. My juices create a slip and slide underneath me on the leather seat.

He exits the car and walks over to my door, holding eye contact with me through the windshield the entire time, his eyes penetrate down to my soul. The devil that always followed him, it’s back.

His veiny hand clicks the lock and grabs my hair into a ponytail as he shoves me onto all fours outside. My bare knees scrape into the sharp gravel and I wince, the shame taking over.

“That’s a good kitty, now crawl.”

Before I can comprehend what’s happening, his muscular arms yank my hair through the driveway and I’m forced to move forward, following his lead.

He doesn’t even look down at me, just drags me forward at his pace like a cage master until we reach the front door.

“Skyler?” I glance up at him, not even sure what I’m asking for.

“That’s not my fucking name,” he says with a bite, looking forward still.

His left hand unlocks the front door and pushes it open, pulling me in with him and my knees and hands thank me for walking on a smoother surface.

Tristan peeks around the corner of the far hallway, the blistering gunshot wound on his shoulder sticking out like a sore thumb. We make eye contact and I turn as red as a tomato, my embarrassment consuming me.

“VALENTINE!”

Skyler’s voice echoes off the walls and makes my ears ring. I try to cover them with my shoulders since I’m still on all fours, but it’s no use.

Tristan walks over and sleepily scratches the back of his head as he yawns.

Valentine emerges from his hallway, looking very irritated. He slowly walks towards the three of us and both of their eyes are on me while Skyler pays me no attention.

Fuck, I’m steeping so low.

I’m not even a girlfriend anymore, I’m a house pet.

“Who’s interested in fucking our new pet?” He pulls my hair and tosses me into the middle of the three of them, they all stand tall and peer down at me like an object.

Skyler squats down and, with no warning, shoves two thick fingers into me.

“Aww, you’re so wet. Do you like being my pet? Our pet, Octavia?” His voice holds a condescending tone, making me feel even more ashamed as I moan into the wooden floor.

He finger fucks me ruthlessly, my juices making a splashing sound against his hand.

“Daddy, please…” the words seep out of my mouth before I can think about them.

He slides in a third, drawing more moans out of me.

“Please what?” He continuously fingers me, my pussy throbs and clenches around him.

Fuck, I need more. I need his cock inside me.

I hesitantly look up to see Valentine and Tristan pulling their clothes off, their pants getting caught on their stiff members.

“Please… please fuck me.”

He rips his fingers out of me and points with slickness covering him to his bedroom door down the left hallway.

“Crawl.”

I shamefully walk on my hands and knees across the dark wood floor, keeping my head low to hide my red face from them. The cold air blows on my exposed bottom half and gives me goosebumps all over my arms and legs.

They can all see how wet I am as I crawl in front of them. Their eyes burn holes into me and I hear one of them lick their lips.

I love it. I love the embarrassment, I love the heat on my cheeks, I love how small I feel.

“That’s a good kitty.”

When we all reach the bedroom, I instinctively sit on my knees at the edge of the bedframe, my skin grateful that I’m on a rug now.

The three of them stand around me, all naked now. Their muscular builds all glow in the low lighting and their eyes are hooded with an appetite for me.

I’m terrified, but I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been before. This is something straight out of one of my book fantasies.

“Get on the bed,” Skyler commands us like our puppet master, telling each of us exactly where he wants us to go. We all happily oblige, enjoying his sexual power play.

I climb onto his giant bed, my hands and knees sinking into the plush black comforter beneath me. I stay on all fours and face away from them, but I get to listen to Skyler’s orders.

“Tristan, come get Daddy wet before I fuck her.” His voice is so baritone, so commanding and confident.

Holy fuck, I’m quaking in anticipation.

“Val, I want you to taste her.”

Scratch that, now I am.

Without question, I hear Valentine drop to his knees behind me and wrap his big hands under and around my hips. He drags me to the edge of the bed, resulting in a light squeal from me.

His tongue licks all the way from my clit to the top of my ass cheeks, touching every surface with devious intent.

“Holy fuck…” Words are barely forming in my mind and I swear my eyes cross.

He continues to lick me like a popsicle on a hot summer day. His tongue slips into my ass, slightly penetrating it. Jesus, he’s good with his tongue.

I try to focus on anything at all, but there’s so much happening around me. I hear Tristan slobbering on Skyler’s cock, both of their moans filling the room. Fuck, I wish I could see.

Valentine’s mouth sucks on my sweet spot and I feel a release coming. I grind up and down on his face, pushing my whole body onto him, begging him for more.

“Please don’t stop…” I can barely finish my sentence as he sucks harder, gripping his hands painfully into my skin.

Oh, fuck. I’m cumming.

I can hear Skyler brutally facefucking Tristan, exactly as he did to me in the car earlier. My head swims and my body turns to mush.

“Ah, the first of many tonight,” Skyler evilly smirks.

Valentine pulls off of me and stands back up, walking around to the front of me.

Finally, I can see something.

My juices cover his salt and pepper scruff and I can taste myself as he leans down to kiss me passionately.

I moan into his mouth and reach my arms up to pull him closer, but a large hand comes up behind me and rips them away from him, holding them tight behind the small of my back.

I don’t hear Tristan’s gagging anymore and the room falls oddly quiet. I have not a clue as to what’s happening behind me.

“Val, lay down and use her face.” Skyler sounds extremely close now.

I feel a giant phallic object sliding up and down my slit, teasing me with it. Before I can get any words out to beg for it, Valentine lies on the bed in front of me and pulls me towards him.

I’m getting ripped around like a dog toy to these wolves and I fucking love it.

His chest hair and pubic hair are grey, the sight making me drool harder than I already was. He props himself up with a pillow, his aged abs flexing in front of me and he pushes my mouth onto him.

I’ve never had a threesome, let alone a fucking foursome before. My veins fill with excitement, but a little bit of anxiety. My head bobs up and down on Valentine with his hands on my hair and I feel someone climb on the bed behind me.

“Fuck, Kitten, your pussy is so pink.”

Skyler, please fuck me. Please.

He hears my silent request and slides his girthy cock into me, my mouth tries to moan and Valentine’s length slips deeper into my throat. I gag on him and he pays me no mind, grunting and using me for his pleasure.

Skyler pulls out and slams back into me, pushing me onto Valentine again. Each time he thrusts, I get pushed back into him – a true spitroast.

I feel a wet finger rub my second hole and gently push in, stretching me open slightly. I’m so fucking full, everywhere.

In the heat of it all with my mind melting, I remember that Tristan was also here. Where is he now?

I open my eyes and try to look around, but I don’t see him.

Skyler thrusts into me mercilessly, Valentine tilts his head back and his grip on my hair tightens. Fuck, I’m close again.

Through the sounds of everything, I hear a faint whimpering from the corner of the room.

“What a good fucking boy you are, watching Daddy fuck her,” Skyler’s voice says behind me. “How’s the view from over there?”

Tristan whimpers, but I can hear him stroking his cock quickly. “Daddy, I love it.” He groans and strokes faster.

Fuck, there it is.

I moan loudly through the cock in my mouth and my legs shake. There are so many sensations happening all at once.

Skyler slows his pace behind me and I’m assuming he signals Valentine to do the same as they both ease off.

Everyone moves around the room like a shift change. Skyler struts over to the front of me, yanking my body towards his end of the bed. His girth stands eye to eye with me, covered in my juices. He’s so big, how does he even fit?

Valentine lies on his back next to me and pulls me on top of him, just like the sex we had in the basement.

I slip onto his cock, stretching me open once again. Skyler slides himself into my mouth, my eyes meeting his and he grins down at me.

“Come here Tristan, come fuck her ass.”

Oh shit, I’ve never done that before. But I’m so enveloped in pleasure that I barely even care, my eyes on Skyler’s abs and chest in front of me as he uses my throat slowly and I taste myself.

I feel the weight of another body joining the bed, then I feel it straddle Valentine beneath me, inching closer and closer. Tristan leans in and kisses my back as I bounce up and down on Valentine and bob back and forth on Skyler.

He spits in his hand and strokes his cock, pushing it up against my ass.

His mouth leans close and he whispers, “Can I please fuck you, Octavia?”

My eyes roll back, deep in the pleasure happening everywhere. I can’t even answer him with my mouth full.

“Tristan, Daddy says it’s okay.”

Skyler pushes his head away from my ear and I feel him slowly enter me, the pressure building between him and Valentine’s cock almost becoming too much.

He moves slowly and patiently, probably the perfect person to be back there. Moans escape his mouth as he takes his time, working it inch by inch until his hips touch mine.

I take it back, now I feel so fucking full.

Skyler pulls out, my slobber connecting us, dripping all over the duvet cover. He squats down in front of me and grips my cheeks, holding my face inches away from his.

“How does my Kitten like all three holes filled?”

His words on top of everything else going on send me over the edge and I feel a release coming. My eyes roll back again and Skyler takes quick note of this, commanding them to pump faster.

“Make her cum again, make her cum all over you two.”

He holds my face still as Valentine and Tristan pump faster, almost in unison. I can barely think straight – I swear the wrinkles in my brain are unfolding.

Skyler stands back up and shoves his cock deep down my throat, groaning and grunting.

I don’t even gag, I don’t even fight it, I just turn to a pile of mush. Drool pours out of my mouth as I let my jaw hang. My entire body melts into them and I cum harder than I ever have before.

I love it.

Skyler’s balls tighten and he dumps his release into my throat. I swallow every drop of it while I look up at him, tears blocking my vision.

Tristan pumps a few more times, grunting and whining as his load fills my ass, then Valentine paws my tits and sucks on them, his moans muffled by my skin in his mouth as his cum pours into my pussy.

They both sigh and pant, pulling out of me slowly. I lay flat on Valentine’s chest and semen drips out of me from both holes and onto him.

Skyler peeks over my shoulder and notices, looking at Tristan now.

“Aren’t you gonna clean up the mess?”

Without hesitation, Tristan eagerly licks it all up like a puppy drinking out of a bowl. His tongue traces up my tender backside as well and sends shooting pleasure up my spine.

“Good fucking boy.” Skyler pats his head like a dog.

Tristan lies next to Valentine, looking over to me with a cheesy smile on his cheeks. Skyler falls onto the bed behind me and runs his big fingers up and down my back.

The three of them surround me, panting and breathing heavily. A deep romantic energy swirls around the room, creating a feeling of a fucked up family.

I bask in it and slowly realize, after everything I’ve been through…

This is my home.

They may be a pack of wolves, but they’re a pack of mine.