The Mute Wolf

Chapter 21

I estimated a whole day had passed since Rex left my room. Since then the only other person I saw was Rex's youngest daughter, Callie, who replaced my bedding and brought in food. She barely spoke and seemed irritated to be helping me, making sure that I knew she didn't like me. But apparently she was the only Redwood, aside from Rex, without a mate. Being in her early thirties I decided that was the reason she came across so bitchy. I made a point to ignore her whenever she came around, not even to grumble at the basic food she brought in, which was filled with drugs to keep me complacent. I debated starving myself, but I was too weak to ignore food no matter how drugged or boring it was.

I waited for the dreaded moment heavy footsteps would take to the stairs, being my final 'visitor'. I knew nothing about the oldest son of Rex only that he was the oldest of the boys and his name was apparently Cyrus. Another 'C' name. I wondered if he would be another rough piece of crap like Cody? Or be cocky and greedy like Cyan. I didn't want to find out. I hoped my mother and father would be able to get me out of here, I knew they would find a way. They had to. I was going to force myself to believe it.

You can probably imagine how fast my heart sped up in my chest when a load of footsteps came crashing together one after the other down the stairs. I sat in the corner by the bed with my knees up to my chest and my nightie pulled over them; hiding yet not hidden.
The door unlocked and Rex, followed by his sons barged in, including the one I had yet to meet.
"Hello sweetheart. Miss me?" Cyan purred, getting a nudge from Cody.
"Miss you? Bitch forgot you even existed when I stepped in the room." Cody winked at me and I felt a familiar nausea stirring inside my stomach.
"We wanted to introduce you to Cyrus my oldest..." Rex began.
"Yeah, I'm dying to see your reaction to him." Cody butted in winking again, unsettling me big time. "I heard you squirt. I want to see!" Cody barked excitedly. God please help me.
I turned to look at Cyrus, searching him for any signs of... Well... Anything good and decent, hoping he wasn't about to bash my head in. He looked a lot like Rex. His hazel eyes and thick veiny muscles showing through his shirt were a match, bigger even. He had a fair amount of dark blonde beard and a warriors stripe haircut that was long and slicked back, making him tough looking like a Viking or something. He walked over to my crouched position and kneeled, looking at the bruises on my face and neck.
"Was this all necessary little brother?" His deep voice asked not taking his eyes away.
"Mean little bitch wouldn't listen. Had to make her obey!" Cody responded proudly.
"I'm Cyrus. Sit on the edge of the bed, please." He asked in a calm, deep voice standing up to give me room. I hesitated but moved quicker than normal, just in case he bashed me in the head for moving too slow. One hit from him and I reckon I'd be out like a light.

Once I placed myself onto the edge of the bed where Cyrus had directed, I gingerly looked up to see him staring right at me, probably wondering where to hit me first? I felt cold at Cody's earlier words, how he couldn't wait to see my reaction to his older brother. Why was that? What was he going to do? I became conscious and close to feeling panicky as time seemed to still. I looked around the room to glimpse Cyan sitting on the chair, Cody leaning with his foot against the wall and Rex standing confidently with his arms folded.
"Take your thing off already." Cody whined and when I turned to look at him, he raised an eyebrow and reached for his belt. Safe to say I soon pulled off my nightie feeling exposed to these four brutes.
"I want those titties in my mouth." Cody's eyes grew black and he made a step forward, only to be grabbed by the shoulder and pulled back by his father.
"Let your brother have his turn." Rex scolded, making Cody huff irritatedly.

Cyrus started to slide off his wedding ring from his finger and carefully place it inside the pocket of his cream coloured trousers; unbuttoning his white shirt next. When he reached the last button and pulled open his shirt, I was almost dazed at the mixture of veiny muscles and battle scars that covered him. He was a real warrior. Bloody scary looking to boot, but oddly attractive.
"Think she likes what she's seeing." Cyan spoke from the corner, making Cyrus look between him and then me, as if to confirm it.
He started to undo his trousers, looking me dead in the eye as he did so, which I thought was unnerving but sexy. I shook the idea from my head and thought realistically; he could really hurt me. Harder than Cody even.
As if sensing my uneasiness, he told me 'we'll take it slow' and I gave him a faint nod in reply.
"Boring!" Cody piped up and Cyrus shot him a glance as if to say watch your mouth.
He then closed the small gap between us and slowly bent down, placing both hands on either side of my face as he firmly pressed a slow and passionate tongue kiss onto my mouth. When he leaned back, my eyes were still closed and my mouth slightly open. That was one hell of a kiss... He continued to undo his trousers and stepped out of his shoes to remove them. His boxers went with them. He was definitely something to look at and I gulped when I saw the size of him. Why did they all have such hulking big bodies and huge dicks?! Apart from Cody who was only half and half.
"Lay back." He told me and I instantly obeyed not wanting to piss him off. He slid one of his hands up the inside of my thigh and eased two fingers slowly inside me, pressing them against my gspot. He pressed firmly and then vibrated his fingers in place that made me feel a sudden pressure. Moments later he had me squirting all over his arm and gasping for breath.
"The famous Cyrus touch."  Cyan said with a smile. Cody sat himself at the top of the bed enjoying everything he was seeing probably a little two much if his hand around his cock was anything to go by.