“Here we go. Ready to check this place out?” he asked.
“All right.” My wolf was excited. I was nervous.
Wulf opened the door, and we both peeked inside. He chuckled. “If you’d rather, we can still go back to the main floor and find a quiet corner, maybe in one of the aftercare areas.”
“This is a real dungeon.” I took a step in and then another, walking from one piece of furniture to another. Omegas could be suspended from a chandelier, mounted on the wall, laid out on a “bed of nails,” or shut in a cabinet. “Is that a rack?”
“Modified, but I think so. Someone was very creative.” He opened some drawers in a cabinet in one corner. “Yes, they were.”
“I can stay.” I swallowed hard. “If we can find a place to sit down that isn’t going to put a dildo up my ass.”
He followed my gaze to the chair in question. “It might relax you.”
“Or skewer me. And definitely make it hard to concentrate.”
“You’re right.” Wulf led me over to a wooden love seat along the back wall. “But it does seem a shame to waste all these toys.”
I sat own next to him and folded my hands in my lap.
Wulf reached over and unknotted my fingers. “What happened to you, omega? How were you so badly hurt?”
His voice held such compassion, my eyes filled with tears. I had built walls to keep the tears from getting out, the pain from spilling from the box I kept it stuffed in. The scenes helped with that. But my wolf pushed, and I wanted, Goddess help me, to tell him. I’d regret it later, when compassion turned to pity, but I would speak. Watching his fingers stroking mine, I began to share what I’d sworn I never would again.
“It was such a stupid way to be injured.” Closing my eyes I thought back to that day. “I was an athlete, hoping to compete in the Skin to Fur Tournament for the first time in track and field.”
“So, it’s a sports injury then? They can be brutal, but I doubt you did anything stupid.”
“If only it had been a sports injury. No, I had just gotten home from a workout and I was at my door when I realized I left my duffel of dirty clothes in the car, so I turned to go back down the steps, missed one, and tumbled all the way to the bottom.”
“How many steps?” No pity yet.
“Six, but I felt something tear. I’d been hurt in my sport before. Nothing ever felt like that. I climbed mountains, surfed big waves, a total adrenalin junkie and then…walking down the stairs ruined it all for me. Competition but also everything I loved to do in life. So stupid.”
“If you call yourself stupid again, I will put you over my lap and spank such talk out of you.”
“Go ahead. It’s the only way that the pain dims.”
“Physical or mental?” he asked.
“Both.”
“May I see your injury?”
“I’d rather you spank me.”
“So you won’t allow it?
I never let anyone see it, always insisting on being facedown for any impact play. But…why not? The sooner he knew what I was, the sooner he’d go away. Before his leaving could hurt me more. “No, go ahead.”
Wulf slipped from the seat to the floor, kneeling in front of me. “It’s your thigh, right? This one?” He rested a gentle hand on the spot.
“Yes. Just there.”
With my permission he eased my pants down over my hips and revealed the swelling that ran all the way down my thigh. Still red, although less angry than at first, I hated it.
He traced the swollen area and the lump that lay underneath. “You tore that muscle in two, or close.”
“Right. See? It will never get better. They’ve done everything they can.” I tugged on my pants. “Anyway, you can leave now that you’ve seen it.”
