The Dire Choice (Otherworld Series #7)

Chapter 7- Shredder

--The Past--

When Shredder saw the Goddess enter the small dark room, he feel to his knees before her.

The candles in the niches automatically came to life, lighting up the hollowed out room at the base of the tree.

Flimsy curtains were the only thing separating them from the packs of other wolves who had come to witness the ceremony. Their howls and their cries of pleasure and occasionally pain penetrated the small space, their scents, some delectable, some aggressive, excited him and aroused him.

Soul Shredder had never considered himself shy, after all he had seen and been through with the Full beasts of the Whitefang pack, he thought he was dead inside, he thought he had no feelings left, but as the Goddess stared at him with those half mast eyes of hers, he shivered and blushed, like the shy, awkward, teenager he was.

"Whosoever did this to your pretty face?" She murmurs and she glides across the room and takes his face in her hands, fingers tracing his scars.

She moved so fast and so suddenly, that Shredder could only stare open mouthed as she touched his scarred face. He had never in his life been touched by a female, only males had put their hands upon him. He had gone through some horrible things in the Full beast bootcamp, but for all purposes, he was still a virgin, atleast in the part where it comes to fucking a female.

Her hands were soft, gentle, they were very soft. He had never felt hands this soft upon him ever. He closed his eyes, savouring the feeling, his mouth still gaped, he was too young.

The Goddess chucked and closed his mouth shut with one long finger. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen." He replies, opening his eyes to examine her face up close.

"I'm over a thousand years old, boy. And still, our people expect us to mate, this very eve." Her pale hand traces up his face and into his hair, the feeling of her fingers dragging into his hair brings him a feeling of euphoria, his eyes run up into his skull.

"Very young, too young. Tsk, Tsk."

He shakes his head and feels brave enough to let his hands hold onto her feminine hips, for a moment, he's entranced by the shape of her body, but a soft chuckle brings him back to his senses.

"I'm ready, my lady. I'm ready for you to take me."

She moves from his grip and circles him, touching the scars on his back and on his shoulders, tickling him and leaving him waiting eagerly for each touch.

"If you were ready, you would be ready to take me. And not the other way around, boy." He shivered when her fingers traced a spot on his neck.

"I do not want to hurt you."

"Hurt me?" She asks again, letting out that musical laugh again. 

"If I take you, I will hurt you. Taking hurts, giving soothes, giving is good." Her lips were at his ears, then, she blew across the tip, he took a deep breath as the air was suddenly scented by his leaking cum.

The front of his pants got wet, the rich scent declaring him ready to mate, ready to give.

"Whosoever has told you that taking hurts?" She asks, her voice low and seductive, making his skin burst out in goosebumps.

"My lady, I was taken by the full beasts last month. " He explains. "At the end of the month, they return me, but before that, they took and took from me. It was not nice."

"They took from you? They...raped you?"

He hangs his head, not conforming nor denying her words, he was Alpha, he was dominant, he was supposed to be strong, but he had been so scared, he had been sheltered all his life, kept away from any species other than his own, then full beasts, or Werewolves as they were called, had taken him in the dead of the night and he had been unable to fight, they had overpowered him, and even if they did rape him, he would never admit it to the goddess, she would despise him, she would be disgusted.