Chapter 11: Skyler - Pack of Mine

My hands and body drip blood all over the wooden floor, creating small red puddles around my living room. Sounds of small droplets adding to them fill my ears.

What a shame, the mansion was spotless just a few hours ago.

The sirens continue to wail outside and lights flash the entire house with red and blue through the windows. My eyes scan around the room and I see a few decapitated police officers in ripped outfits with blood spurting out of their necks. There are various limbs scattered around and bullet holes cover all over the walls.

Oops.

Octavia didn’t really leave me with a fucking choice when she called the cops, you can blame this whole mess on her. At least I will.

Valentine slowly walks over to me, breathing heavily, red splatters covering his face and limbs and his clothes soaked. He drops a baseball bat covered in metal spikes to the floor and blood splashes out from the puddle it falls into. His hands run down the front legs of his soaked pants, as if he’s trying to wipe them off. It isn’t working.

I look behind him and see my other brother having an absolute meltdown.

“I just.. I just killed a police officer. I’m gonna go to prison forever, I’m so fucked,” Tristan pants out in between short breaths.

He paces around the kitchen, running his hands through his fluffy blonde hair and turning it a light shade of pink. “I’m so fucked.”

His racing heartbeat fills my ears and I can smell the adrenaline pouring off his skin. I watch his hands shake as he looks down at the blood on them.

“Relax, barbie.” I approach him and pat him on the back, producing a slight slapping sound. “There’s a first time for everything.”

I’m not the one you should seek out for comfort.

We all take a moment to catch our breath and admire the massacre. Blood touches every single surface of the common areas. The windows have smears of red handprints sliding down them, like Halloween decor, but it’s not October. The flashing lights create an aura that gives the room less of a horror look and more of a rave gone wrong.

There’s bullet holes in all of the furniture and the pillows where shots grazed past them have feathers spilling out.

I glance over to Valentine and pull my phone out to send another text. “Find her, and text me when you have her. Me and Barbie will come join you.”

He nods and walks out the door, no questions asked. Such an obedient brother, just the way I like it.

I spot Tristan sitting down, head in his knees and rocking his body back and forth against the kitchen cabinets.

Rolling my eyes and sliding my phone back into my pocket, I watch Valentine quickly and effortlessly transform and bolt out to the trees. A sting of jealousy runs through my stomach for a moment. I wish I could flip that easily.

Now it’s time to turn off those damn sirens.

I pick up one of the decapitated bodies and throw it over my shoulder, grunting. Damn, why are cops always so fucking fat?

My thighs burn as I carry it to one of the cars and lug it into the back. I stack a few more bodies in the trunk and passenger seat before I hop in, drive it down the small road outside our driveway and one by one, send each car in neutral down into a lake. Bubbles shoot up as they submerge and the evidence sinks further and further into the water.

The sound of the sirens fades with each vehicle drowning. I sigh in relief at the quiet, finally.

All this chasing, fighting and killing is making my dick beg me for a release. I throb inside my bloodied jeans and grin at the strain. My red-stained hand rubs my hard bulge and I feel my fangs pulling at my gums, the pressure adding to the pleasure.

Octavia, here I fucking come.

My phone dings and I get the text I’ve been waiting all night for.

“I got her. Sending the location now.”

I hike back to the house, a pep in my step. She might not know what’s coming, but I know what’s coming, and we’re about to have some fucking fun in the woods.

When I make it to the front door, I find Tristan on his hands and knees mercilessly scrubbing the floor with a sponge, but he’s just spreading the blood around, the bright red staining everything in its path.

Pathetic.

As I approach him, my tall shadow covers his entire body and he looks away from me. Aww, what a coward.

“How’d she get out?”

I bark at him, but he ignores my question. His body slightly shakes and he drops the wet red sponge into the bucket, cowering even further down.

I sigh, pull my jeans up and squat down to his level. My hand reaches out and I place it on his chin gently to force him to look at me.

“C’mon, you know I wouldn’t hurt you.”

I smile my fangs at him and tilt my head sideways.

His blue, teary eyes dilate and terror covers his face. I hear his heart race in his chest again and the smell of his dread floods my nostrils.

“How…”

I hold back my wrath the best I can and grit my teeth.

“…did she get out?” My fingers grip his chin tighter.

Tears stream down his cheeks and he swallows.

“I felt so sorry for her…” His voice trails off. “She… She looked so lonely and sad down there. That’s not a life for a beautiful woman.”

My hands quickly leave his chin and wrap around his neck as I throw his body into the nearby wall with all my might. Stone fragments drop around his back where he hunches over and coughs, gripping his throat.

“I’m sorry, Skyler…”

No, you’re not.

I feel the transformation coming, hostility building up in my chest. My lungs feel like they could breathe fire right now. My heart thumps like a drum and my skin crawls like it’s covered in hives.

“Come with me.”

I yank the collar of his T-shirt and drag him with me into the woods behind the house. His feet dig into the dirt and leave a trail following us, like a plow in a field.

We trek together through the trees while he cries and begs for mercy. My hand keeps a firm grasp on his shirt, but his pleas don’t make me let up. His voice muffles into my ears and I get lost in the scent of dismay radiating off of him, making my cock twitch.

The moonlight shines down and brightens the forest in an ominous way. The leaves seem to tremble with distress in the light wind and I hear the quietest muffled screams in the distance. A normal human wouldn’t hear them, but my wolf ears pick up on everything.

I spot tracks that Valentine left and I check my phone to find the location pin he sent me, keeping a tight hold of Tristan still.

I’m gonna hurt him however I please, and then I’m gonna get my fucking dick wet.

As we approach, the muffled cries from a woman grow louder and I can hear Octavia kicking the ground under her legs. Tristan continues to beg and moan, pulling at my bicep.

“Look who finally made it,” Valentine grunts out.

He stands up tall with his hands behind his head, completely naked and leaning his back into a nearby tree. So relaxed. His eyes look over to Tristan, but he doesn’t express any interest in what’s happening.

I glance over to the right of him and see Octavia in a seated position skillfully tied to a tree. Tears streak down through the dirt on her cheeks and a piece of white cloth is gagged around her mouth.

He did that part just for fun, no one within miles of here would hear her. Her legs squirm and she pushes dirt around.

What a beautiful sight.

I throw Tristan to the ground and watch him crawl to her. He reaches for her as he mouths “I’m sorry,” and I swiftly kick him in the ribs. His body curls into a ball and he grabs at his stomach, whimpering in pain.

Octavia screams through the gag, but her words are unintelligible. Her brows pull together and she looks like she sympathizes with him.

Good.

Reaching into my pocket, I grab a cigarette out of the box and my lighter to spark up a square. The burn fills my lungs and I sigh in relief, the smoke swimming around me is my most reliable companion.

“Val, tie him there.”

I point with my cigarette to a tree perpendicular to Octavia. He wastes no time and pulls more rope out of his thigh bag, dragging Tristan over by his shirt and aptly tying him to the bark.

Tristan and Octavia’s light eyes stare up at me and power courses through my veins. I’m a fucking god right now. Valentine glances at me, almost as if asking what to do next. Everyone’s eyes are on me.

Me, me, me. Fucking ME.

Sticking the cigarette between my lips, I unbutton my bloodied shirt one by one and slide it off my arms slowly, never breaking eye contact with Octavia. Her brows knit together again and she shakes her head back and forth.

I walk slowly towards her, emphasizing each step with drama. Her eyes drop down to my bulge, then back up to my face. A grin pulls up my cheeks and I squat down to meet her eye to eye.

“Take the gag out,” I bark at Valentine without looking at him.

He marches over and unties the cloth from behind her head before handing it to me. I hear Tristan rambling to the left of me, but I don’t listen to his words.

Her deep green eyes stare up at me and I take a long drag, blow the smoke right into her face and her spit flies onto mine.

Bad kitty.

Laughing, I wipe the saliva off with my forearm, throw my half-smoked cigarette to the ground and shove my bloody fingers deep into her mouth. Her throat tightens, she gags and her eyes water as her body fights against me.

“I’m just giving you a taste of what’s to come.” I grin and watch anguish build in her face, my favorite. “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.”

I pull my fingers out of her mouth and she coughs, spitting pink saliva onto the ground next to her.

“Fuck you.” She looks at me with her teeth bared, but I can smell her pussy through her pants. She’s enjoying this, but she’ll do anything to hide it.

“You wish, whore.” I throw the banter back at her.

Walking behind the tree with the cloth Valentine used to gag her, I tie her neck tightly to the trunk and knot it on the other side. She coughs and wheezes slightly from the pressure, and I know I’ve done it perfectly.

I stroll back to the front of her, taking my time, and I watch her pout and pull at the restraints tying her upper body everywhere. The rope tie pushes her tits out like two perfect mountain peaks.

In this position, she can’t move anything besides her mouth and her legs.

My red-stained hands unbutton my jeans slowly, making sure to give her a little strip show. I pull the zipper down and move my jeans and boxers just enough for my cock to spring out in front of her. The man downstairs is finally getting what he’s been asking for all night.

She gulps and sheds a tear, now I know she knows what’s coming. All the while, her legs rub together and her pupils dilate.

Liar. You fucking love it.

Tristan squirms against his tree trunk and whines at the restraints, but his words muffle more and more as I focus all of my attention on her.

I approach Octavia and wrap my hands around the sides of her head, in her hair now. She tries to move away, but the ties are too tight.

“You can thank him for this.”

She looks over at Tristan and back at me, eyes wide.

“Bite my cock if you want Daddy to make you hurt a lot worse. Plus I’ll enjoy it, if you feel like adding to my pleasure.”

She opens her jaw to argue with me, but before she can get a word out, I grip the bark behind her and I shove my cock into her anticipating mouth. Sweet wetness covers me and I groan at the feeling, pushing deeper. This is exactly what I’ve been waiting for all fucking night.

I didn’t know exactly how this would pan out, but I knew my dick would get slobbered on whether it was from my prisoner or my eager-to-please little brother.

Tristan cries and pulls at his restraints, but his pleas only fuel my desire. I’m ruining his night and I’m about to ruin hers, too.

I slide myself out of her mouth, watching the saliva drip down onto her pants. Fuck, her mouth feels so good. Why haven’t I tried this earlier?

I push myself back in and she gags and squirms, but holds eye contact with me. Her green eyes shimmer with small tears, most tantalizingly. My hips stand wide over her body and I start to thrust into the trunk behind her head, slobber bubbles covering me and continuing to drip out of the corners of her mouth.

“That’s a good fucking Kitten, swallow my cock.”

I push my hips all the way to the tree, shoving myself deep into her throat until her lips touch the hilt of me. Spit squirts around the edges of her lips and the cloth that was holding her neck back bulges out with a beautiful view of my girth inside her.

Tears spill down her cheeks and she pinches her eyes shut as her whole body gags, making everything tighter around me.

I pull my cock out quickly and she pants, coughing and catching her breath. A sweet aroma of desire pours off of her skin and her thighs are pinched together like she’s holding her bladder.

“You’re such a slut, Octavia, you’re enjoying this. You can’t hide your arousal from me.” I laugh at her.

She looks up at me with hate in her eyes, but I quickly turn away to peek over at Valentine, standing to the right of me and stroking himself slowly. His hand moves up and down his shaft and lust consumes his eyes as he practically drools over her.

Pathetic little Tristan is silent now, but he pitches a tent at his waist, his hooded eyes also locked onto her.

Everyone is waiting for my next move, watching and listening to see what the pack leader will do with his catch.

I wait a moment and bask in the power of this moment.

Me, me, ME.

I placed a piece of tender meat in front of my brothers and silently requested they wait. They understand the chain of command here – Skyler eats first.

Always.

It’s been that way since I met Valentine, and it always will be – as long as I’m alive.

I push my cock deeply back onto her tongue and her neck bulges with the cloth around it again, a sight that could make me cum in an instant. This time she doesn’t squirm or gag, her throat opens more and she lets me have my way with her.

“Good fucking girl, that’s a good kitty.”

I take another step closer to the tree and my balls touch her soft chin. She closes her eyes, but doesn’t resist me as I pull all the way out, my tip resting on her tongue and I push all the way back in, my hips kissing her cheeks.

Oh, fuck.

Valentine strokes faster behind me and I thrust faster in and out of her mouth, completely ignoring her as a person. She’s a hole to fuck right now – a wet, aching, horny fucking hole.

My eyes lock onto the bulge moving on the outside of her neck before I close my eyes.

I’m going to fucking explode.

My skin itches and my balls tighten. I feel tension build at the bottom of my spine, my orgasm right fucking there.

“Open your throat, bitch.”

I tightly grip her by her hair and shove my cock all the way down, letting my release shoot down her esophagus as I groan.

“You perfect fucking Kitten, drink my milk.”

Fuck yes.

As I twitch inside of her, I think of the time I held myself back in my shower, watching water drip down her body so perfectly and restraining myself.

This is my debt repaid.

I open my eyes and she watches me, glassy-eyed and her pupils dilated. Her aromatic smell intoxicates my nostrils. I pull out of her mouth, zip up my jeans and squat down, grabbing her cheeks until they turn pink.

“Now it’s time for the next one.”

She looks conflicted and before she can ask any questions, I stand up to walk away, turning my back to her.

Valentine approaches her quickly and wastes no time before pushing his length in between her swollen lips. I listen to his groans as he uses her however he pleases.

Val loves to go second and my leftovers are his favorite, like a dog patiently waiting for table scraps.

Tristan squirms and watches him fuck her face. His mouth is slightly parted and he struggles against the rope as he tries to stand up. My tall shadow approaches him and he quickly begins to cower back down.

“Aww, it seems like you’re hungry too, that’s too bad. Bad dogs don’t get dinner.”

It’s humorous how uncomfortable he looks right now.

He whines, but doesn’t lose sight of her. His thighs rub together, trying to bring himself any pleasure while restrained.

So. Fucking. Pathetic.

I squat down to his ear and watch them alongside him. Valentine groans and locks eyes with her, his salt-and-pepper hair hanging into his face while he looks down menacingly. His ass clenches as he thrusts into her over and over, using her just like I did.

“Do you wish you were him or her right now?”

I grab Tristan’s bulge through his pants and squeeze as hard as I can, making sure it hurts. He moans and his eyes roll back into his forehead at my touch.

“Daddy knows everything about you. You can’t hide anything from me, you fucking bitch boy.”

My words are harsh and are meant to sting, but he enjoys them. I know he does.

He groans as I let go of his crotch and together we watch Valentine finish on her face. He sighs and steps back, appreciating the piece of art he just made from a distance.

I stand up and scoot away, glancing at the three of them. I feel like a goddamn puppet master.

My circus, my monkeys, my everything. Mine. I sit up straight on my high horse and I don’t plan to come down any time soon.

It’s all for me. Everything is.

Commanding each of them to do whatever I please, silently and with my power…

It’s a high I’ll never stop fucking chasing.

Satan is the only thing below me, rotting in his burning throne in Hell and even then, I might be able to get down with some of his games.