By the second month, it had felt like a little routine.
He’d shouldered his way in the week of the full moon, and she’d been able to smell him the instant he stepped over the threshold of her front door. She was able to smell his wolf, able to smell his cock, knew without question it was hard and hot, already drooling pre-cum. She knew he would be able to smell the heat twisting through her, smell her cunt, would be able to taste on the air how wet she was.
She was fairly certain she hated him, was absolutelypositivethat she was afraid of him and the rest of his family, but she’d done nothing to stop him when he crossed the room in two long strides, undressing her in the blink of an eye.
“Do you want me to fill this pussy up?” he growled against her neck, fingers sliding through her folds, rubbing against her clit. She could do nothing but whimper in response. “Are you gonna take my knot like a good girl?”
She hated him, but there wasnothingshe wanted more than his knot at that moment. She was a prisoner here, but she stillsighed in relief when he sunk his cock into her, setting a wild pace immediately. She didn’t know how to free herself from the situation, and had no idea what they would do with her, but she pushed back against him, urging him to fuck her a little deeper, a little harder, her cunt quivering around him in anticipation of taking his knot. It didn’t matter what happened next, only that he satisfied the roiling need in her blood at that moment.
She was taken shopping, given a chance to fill her cupboards and refrigerator for the long weekend, and then the pack departed, leaving her within the locked house. Jude watched from the edge of her window, a line of cars flooding out of the enclave in a line of headlights, quiet hanging in the streets in their wake. She would wait a while, giving time for her neighbors to realize they’d forgotten something and return; wait to make sure there was no one lingering to make sure she stayed put. By the time the moon was hanging bright in the sky, she knew it was safe to venture out.
The air was cool and crisp the night of the moon, and she’d circled the block a dozen times, following the sidewalk through the snaking development of identical houses before heading back to the house that would never feel like home, sleeping soundly for the first time in weeks.
The following night, she left the house again, a bit earlier, knowing she’d need to be back indoors before dusk. The whole enclave was silent, as silent and still as the still-swollen moon above, and she wondered if law enforcement paid attention to the lack of disturbances from the development for two nights each month.
Jude had detected an air of unsavoriness the previous month, her first full month amongst the Conti pack, and in her second month it was proven true. They’d decidedherhouse was as good as any to use for their dirty dealings, dirty dealings and dirty secrets, all under one roof. She’d watched bags of moneybeing brought in to be washed, spreadsheets of gambling debts owed to be collected on, orders given for those debtors to be threatened.
The old man, Vin’s father, was paranoid. Convinced people were out to get him, and Jude thought he was probably right. He talked to himself frequently. She’d witnessed it happen several times by then — the men would be sitting around the dining room table, and she would be playing the role of submissive housewife, silently taking away plates, refilling drinks, being as invisible as possible.
They would be talking, a conversation in progress, when Vin’s father would turn his head to the side and address the empty air behind him, as if the coat rack in her small foyer was listening intently. None of the other men reacted as if his behavior was odd, and Jude decided it must have been a long struggle with mental illness that they were all accustomed to by then. The little house they gave her would feel lighter and brighter once they’d left her, sharply barked orders for her to stay put, as she closed the door on their backs.
Before that, though, without fail, the conversation would inevitably touch upon her. Jude realized, lurking from doorways and around corners, that the pack didn’t know what to do with her. Vin and his father were both furious that they’d been sold a false bill of goods, but were uncertain on how to walk back on the things that had been impulsively done. She would listen to the hissed voices and muttered curses on the other side of the doors where she was not, punctuated by the occasional burst of profanity and a thrown piece of furniture, as they decided what they would do aboutthe problem. About her.
His uncle would cut in sharply that the time for action had passed. They should have taken care ofthe problemin the beginning, should have ended things right away. Now peoplehad seen her, knew of her presence, and would ask questions if she disappeared.
They didn’t want the pack asking questions, that she understood. It would look bad, would reflect badly on the whole family, if it was known that Vin had marked and bonded himself to a wolf who wasn’t a wolf at all. Would look even worse to know that he had abandoned her after doing so.
“You couldn’a just fucked her? You had to be a big man, big show-off man, thirty fucking seconds after saying hello.”
She’d grinned again at the uncle’s furiously spat words, hastily retreating from the door after she did so. They’d caught her listening several times before, and each time her heart and stomach had twisted themselves together, uncertain of what they might do to punish her.
She didn’t know what they would dotoher. She didn’t know what they would dowithher. Didn’t know if they would let her go, and didn’t know where she would go if they did so. She had no pack, no money, no home to go running back to, as her parents were long gone. He’d knotted her. Marked her. Claimed her as his own, and that wasn’t a bond he could easily break, and his father was concerned about the optics.
Vin wasn’t a good person, but then again, Jude thought with a grin, kicking another rock down the street, neither was she. It gave her a perverse little thrill knowing the absolute jam he was in because of her. All because of her.
An engine backfired from somewhere in the distance, making her jerk. Time to head home, she decided, before the pack returned. She’d been smarter that month, but when Vin came through the door a few hours after the cars poured back into the enclave, his face had already been pulled into that angry ugly scowl, and she realized they likely had surveillance cameras around the development.
Who cares? Let him be mad. If he’s watching you on CCTV somewhere, he knows you didn’t try to run.She didn’t have long on her own, not that it mattered. She’d had plenty of time to herself at that point.You don’t have anywhere to go, and he probably knows that too.
***
By her third month at the enclave, the pack had come to a decision — or at least, the uncle had.
It was just a bandage, she realized, shortly after Vin came through the front door on a Monday morning, a few days before the full moon, undoing his belt the moment the door slammed behind him.
She didn’t like to admit how relieved she was to see him — or, at least, how relieved she was to see his cock. She’d started suppressants back in high school, like most girls her age who didn’t want a baby before they were bonded, and she didn’t realize how strongly the unsuppressed heats would hit her.
She’d woken the previous morning with sweat on her brow, hips thrusting against the pillow she clutched between her knees, her hand stuffed down the front of her panties, working her slick center. She’d needed to stop and seek relief again shortly after breakfast, again a third time after lunch. She didn’t own a vibrator or a dildo, nothing she could use to aid her frenzy, so the sight of him and his fat cock coming across her living room was the sweetest thing her eyes had seen since the previous month, despite the way she hated him.
He’d fucked her against the kitchen island, with her panties around her ankles and her breasts flattened against the marble countertop, endeavoring not to hit her chin on the edge as he jackhammered into her. She laid back against his chestwhile they were tied, allowing him to rub circles against her clit, feeling the tug of his swollen knot every time she jerked, tightening and clenching around his stiffened length as she came, pulling her up to knees the moment he was able slip free, cock already hard again.
She hatedherselffor this, Jude thought as her hands fisted in the bedding, the third time he’d fucked that afternoon, crying out with every slap of his heavy balls against her, her head lolling by the time his knot popped into place.
“Pack your shit up,” he ordered, zipping up his jeans once he’d been satisfied. “You’re not staying here anymore.”
She didn’t have much to pack up, as she’d moved in just with a few garbage bags of clothes from her parents house and a few boxes of tchotchkes and books from her bedroom, things she’d barely unpacked at that point, so uncertain of what they would do with her.
Just a bandage, not a true solution, but they clearly didn’t want her to go wandering again. Neighbors had begun asking questions, wondering who it was they had seen milling around the neighborhood the previous two months as they returned from the change, and rather than admit the truth, they were going to hide her.
