Chapter 17: Octavia - Pack of Mine

The last few weeks have been extremely exhausting, but I’m horned up more than I’ve ever been before. My mind wanders to the deepest fantasies from my dark romance books, trying to remember the smut scenes. I play out the slutty words I can recall behind my eyelids and touch myself, but it’s not nearly as satisfying as riding Skyler’s tongue like a bull.

I fucking hate him, and I miss him.

I haven’t been played with in weeks – he refuses to give me any sexual attention or let his brothers sub in for him. Occasionally, he comes down here to check on my progress toward a cure, but there's no more fun in the sheets for me.

I’m being punished for something that’s not even my fucking fault, really. My mother did it, or so he claims, but what does that have to do with me?

My lungs burn with a deep sigh.

I know that there’s zero chance of me returning to my old life and seeing my shitty apartment ever again. My freedom is lost, like sand in the wind.

I watched it slip away right through my fingertips with every decision I made, even playing along sometimes. I think of my night with Tristan, when I ran away and got caught, Skyler was coming down here every night and stroking his cock to me… I fucking enjoyed it.

Jesus, it might not be my fault that they’re wolves, but it’s my fault for falling for them.

People must miss me. They have to. My manager Jeremiah at the bar, my neighbors, my friends that I’d hang out with if I had nothing else to do – why haven’t they come looking? Do they all think that I’m gone forever?

I light up a cigarette and walk around the basement, blowing circles of smoke in the air and pondering my thoughts.

Studying all these books feels pointless, I’ll just end up dead anyway – either dead to the world or actually dead.

Even if I did find a cure, if I did find a way to make them human again… what would they do with me after? Would they keep me down here forever? Would they make me their sex slave? Would they kill me?

My future looks bleak, but I still feel this gnawing desire to help. After everything Skyler has done to me, I still pity him. I pity the curse that he claims my mother put on him, I pity the darkness that follows him everywhere he goes like a ghost, I pity the loss of life in his black eyes.

I still care for Tristan and I want him to live a normal life. I don’t know everything he’s been through, but he seems so tormented by this curse. He doesn’t deserve it.

Valentine is still a mystery to me, but he seems to have also lost his life to this. The emotionless look he carries with him, the stoicism, the lack of care for the world… It's easy to see that he’s been through some shit.

I’ve sat here and read countless spells, history books on werewolves and curses, even looked through the research that Skyler and Val did before they met me, but nothing is adding up. The old curses don’t even match the type of wolves these guys are.

Ugh.

Maybe I could think clearer after an orgasm, I’m still all worked up anyway.

I take one long final drag and put my cigarette out in the ashtray, walking my hot and heavy body to the bed. And yes, I have a real bed now and not just blankets and a dog bed on the floor. My hands will have to work overtime for the lack of a vibrator that I miss so much.

Sweat already drips from under my breasts and my breathing picks up in pace. Even though I haven’t been with anyone but my hand for the last three weeks, my body is practically ready to unravel in just a few seconds.

The camera that faces my bed has a red flashing light, signaling someone has the feed pulled up and is watching. I don’t care anymore, I need release. Whoever they are, they can enjoy the fucking show.

I strip my clothes off one by one, teasing the camera just a tad to let them know that I’m aware they’re being a pervert. My clit throbs and anticipates where this is going, my skin tingling and goosebumps rising on my arms and legs.

I slip under the covers and my hand crawls down to my sweet spot, producing a singing moan throughout the concrete room. Fuck, I needed this. I know I’ll be able to focus more once I’m finished.

The thought of Skyler eating me like his last meal was the perfect thought to get me started. I try hard to remember the feeling of his tongue working circles around me, licking me up and down so perfectly, his hands around my throat and taking the breath straight out of my chest.

The memories of his cock stretching me wide, his evil black eyes hovering over my face as he pushes me to the edge of consciousness and his teeth drawing blood from my skin all flood my mind like an ocean of pleasure.

My fingers work in faster and faster circles, my eyes shoot into the back of my head and I secretly wish it was him making my head spin instead. I wish he was touching me, licking me, fucking me. I wish his chaotic energy swirled around the bed with me and drew me in closer. I wish his thick cock was splitting me in half and making me scream out for mercy.

My free hand reaches up to my neck and I choke myself. My throat misses the pressure of his large hands against it. I’m aching for him, touching myself for him, cumming for him – and all he does is treat me like an object to fuck.

Why do I love it so much?

I feel my sweet release building in my lower abdomen. My body aches and I moan again, his name slipping through my lips this time. It’s so close, it’s right there, just a little more pressure…

The metal door creaks open and the sound of heavy boots stomping on the floor strips it all away. No, no, no. I feel the orgasm I was chasing slip away.

I don’t even try to hide what I was doing, I’m sure whoever just walked in already got front-row seats to my fun little show. My hands rest on my naked body under the covers and I sigh frustratedly.

“Skyler told me to give you this,” a deep voice grunts out.

Valentine? He rarely talks to me when he comes down here. It’s usually just “Here’s your breakfast, here’s your dinner, sleep well.”

I pull the sheets up higher as he approaches me and I look up at him, curious but still annoyed.

“Give me what?”

His tall body inches closer to the bed and in response, I scoot into the corner as far from him as possible. I have no idea what he’s about to do, but his cold and lifeless tone is too eerie to be comfortable.

He begins to slowly strip, holding eye contact with me. His light grey irises pierce right through me and there’s not a flicker of emotion on his face.

“Valentine?” I ask, confused.

He ignores my remark, kicks off his combat boots, then slides off his dark wash jeans and finally his black T-shirt. I never realized how built he actually was, even at his age. Grey sparse hair covers his defined pecs and ripped arms that flex as he moves. Veins trace up and down his slightly older skin on his forearms and my pussy aches just a little.

Valentine is surprisingly a very attractive man, despite being as empathetic as a pair of tweezers sitting on your bathroom counter. His energy is wise, like he knows everything there is to know, but is humble and maybe a little selfish enough to keep it to himself.

I’ve had a thing for older men in the past, when I was 18 and 19, I slept with a lot of men in their late thirties and early forties. There’s something about that charm, that older, more traditional style of romance that just did something for me. Even now, it still does something, mostly something below the belt.

My eyes trace up and down his naked body, his cock standing proud and hard. It’s girthy, possibly thicker than Skyler’s. I’ll have to feel it to know.

There’s no curve to it, no weird markings or anything out of the ordinary. It’s maybe seven to eight inches long, not quite as long as Skyler's but not as small as Tristan’s. Grey pubes grow wild just above the shaft, a very primal, manly look that I like.

It’s not my first time seeing it, it’s not even my first time tasting it, but I have an inkling it’s about to be my first time feeling it. My mouth waters at the thought of him sliding into me.

He crawls onto the bed and gently peels the sheets off of my naked body. I shiver slightly, but allow him to enter my personal space. He’s not rough like Skyler, he’s not as soft as Tristan, but he looks like he really knows what he’s doing.

“I’ve been given specific instructions.”

His voice is deep but gentle and his breath smells of liquor. He kind of reminds me of the regulars at my bar, but if they were fit and way more attractive.

He swiftly puts both of my wrists into one of his hands covered in silver rings and lifts them above my head, making me feel even more exposed than before. I have nowhere to hide and I know I’m giving Skyler a hell of a pornstar experience right now through the cameras.

A part of me feels shame and another part of me feels hate.

I want him to hurt, I want him to regret not touching me for weeks. I want him to miss me.

And I know exactly how to do it.

Valentine’s lips reach over to meet mine and they’re soft. They taste like whiskey and mint. The flavor draws a moan from me that he catches on his tongue. His teeth gently bite my bottom lip as his free hand caresses my breasts.

“Val…” I softly moan out his name as his facial scruff gently scratches my upper lip and chin.

He’s playing me like a fucking instrument.

My pussy is begging for attention and I don’t feel like waiting any longer for the orgasm I was chasing before he walked in. He may have been given specific instructions, but I wasn’t.

Skyler should have put it together by now, I’ve never been known as someone who follows the rules.

I quickly rip my wrists free from his tight grip, grab his cheeks with both hands and kiss him deeply. I angle my head a little sideways to reach further, our tongues melt between us and he moans into me, playing right into my game. His ringed hands caress up and down my naked body, the sting of the cold metal making me even more eager.

I pull away slightly and stare into his light grey eyes, hooded and dilated, gazing right back at mine.

“Make me fucking cum.”

He eyes me for a moment and I watch him decide to disobey Skyler in real time. His light irises flicker with rebellion and his thick brows furrow. My words activate something ballsy inside of him and he kisses me deeply again, aggressively pulling my aching body on top of his.

Mmm, cowgirl. That’s sure to make Skyler jealous.

I shove his girth into me, so wet already that it slides in with zero resistance. My tits stick straight out and he reaches up to cup them, watching me rock my body back and forth on him.

“Holy fuck, you feel so good,” he grunts out. “You grip me so perfectly.”

My head falls back and my moans fill the room again as his thick cock hits that deep, perfect spot. Damn, I’ve missed this.

I turn my head and look up to the camera, giving it a dashing smile. I know he’s watching me. I want him to see. I want him to ache like I’ve been aching for weeks. I want him to miss this as much as I did.

My body grinds on Valentine back and forth, my clit rubbing against his pubes. The sight makes me burn even hotter – I truly forgot how much I loved older men. Grey hair anywhere is a bonus in my book, always.

“Fuck, Octavia, you’re perfect.”

His grunting voice fuels my red-hot burning flame. He sits up with flexing abs and his aged hand wraps around my throat, making me feel small in his large grip.

Valentine knows what kind of girl I am and isn’t afraid to play along.

“You’re the best I’ve ever had, Daddy,” I egg him on. “You fill me soooo perfectly.”

His eyes widen with shock, the name catching him way off guard. He knows what I’m doing, yet his cock twitches inside of me. Who’s the pack leader now?

I could do this all day, Skyler Vale.

Our mouths meet again, my fingers running through his black and grey hair and pulling him deeper into me. I might be trying to exaggerate the passion for the sake of a show, but there’s still a great connection underneath all of that. Valentine is sexy as hell and I don’t want this to be the last time that we fuck.

The red light continues to blink on the camera every time I check it. I hope he sees every inch of me sweating and panting for another man, calling him exactly what I know will get under his skin.

“Daddy, you’re stretching me out so wide. That cock is so big, so hard for me.”

I smile as I moan, imagining Skyler all pissed off in another room. I check the camera one last time and it still blinks with that red flashing light.

“Fuck me harder, Daddy.”

Another twitch inside me.

I pull his muscular build on top of mine as I feel a release coming, our bodies in a deep missionary now.

“Fuck me through the fucking mattress.”

Valentine happily obliges, his right hand around my throat again and his left hand working impossibly fast circles on my clit. His girth pumps in and out of me, slamming the entire bed into the concrete wall with loud bangs.

Damn, he really does know what he’s doing and I don’t know what he’ll break first – me or the pathetic wooden bed frame.

“I’m so close, don’t stop.”

I look up to the camera and my eyes roll back before I can focus on it a second longer. Everything turns to mush in my body, my vision blurs and my legs shake, but he keeps fucking going.

His fingers move up and dig into my sides, his canines turn to fangs and he looks more wolf than man. I know he’s close, too.

“Fill me up, Daddy. Give me that fucking cum.” Every time I call him the forbidden nickname, his cock grows harder.

He fucking likes it.

I scratch my nails down his chiseled back and he throbs inside me, a warm liquid swimming around. His lips meet mine and his fangs pull back into his gums, normal teeth sucking on my bottom lip now.

Perfect.

We hold each other for a minute as he pants and his heart pumps into my breast below him. His fingers caress around my thighs and torso, sending chills up and down my legs and arms again.

When he finally pulls out, a souvenir of him drips out of me and onto the sheets. I push my fingers into my pussy, look up at him, then the camera before licking and sucking them clean.

“Mmm. Am I Daddy’s good girl, or what?” My voice vibrates around my fingertips.

Valentine looks a little nervous, but satisfied. Without a word, he slips his clothes back on. It’s a shame he can’t stay, he looks fun to cuddle.

He turns to look at me and watches me lying there naked, playing with his semen, yet remains completely silent.

I shoot him a smile and he doesn’t smile back.

Stubborn old man.

Then, to my surprise, he leans in, kisses my forehead, and turns away. I think I found the limit for Valentine's romance. The sound of his boots walking out of the door reminds me that I’m all alone again.

I may have got what I was looking for, but a piece of me fears what repercussions will come once Skyler decides to touch me again.

Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to keep fucking around and finding out.