Bacon was what finally dragged her out of the dark hole she and Judd had curled up in. Her nose was attached to a string spun of the most delicious scent and pulled so tight she had no choice but to follow. She wasn't complaining. Especially not when the biggest plate she had ever seen was piled with what seemed like a hundred strips of perfectly crispy bacon. Beside that was a mound of waffles so high she could have made a couch out of them. And there were eggs and toast and what smelled like maple sausages somewhere.
How long had she been under the heat with Judd? She couldn't remember a time when she was so hungry. It was like she hadn't eaten in weeks.
Neira snarled before she knew what she was doing, moving towards the mounds of food like some wild animal. Someone had already known what she would be like, though, because Landon put his hands in the air and stepped cautiously away from the stove. Neira eyed him, still growling and bolted for the counter. She had half a waffle shoved in her mouth and four pieces of bacon swallowed before something in her brain seemed to click.
And like a light, the human side of herself flicked on, and the waffle fell out of her mouth. She locked eyes with Lincon, one second, two seconds. And then she scooped up the dropped waffle and shoved it back into her mouth. "How long?" she said messily around the food in her mouth. She stuffed another chunk of waffle in her trap.
"Judging from the naked sprint you made the other day, about four days," Jaro said, exasperated from a stretched-out place on the couch.
"Four days!" Neira squeaked around her very stuffed face. Her eyes went wide, and she looked down at the pile of bacon. No wonder she was so fucking hungry. She grabbed another handful.
"Which is a damn shame because I came out of it two days ago and have been bored to tears since," Sada snapped from on top of Aja's lap. Neira hadn't even noticed them.
"Speak for yourself," Aja snapped, "you're exhausting."
Neira looked at them, at Jaro, Lincon, and Landon, with his hands still raised in the air. She swallowed a massive lump of food, paused for a moment to breathe, and immediately shoved more in. Landon was staring at her, Lincon's eyes were wandering, and so were everyone else's. Neira looked down at herself.
Naked, of course, but her entire body looked like it had been hit by a truck. Deep wounds were marked into her hips, dark hand-shaped bruises were all over, and the more she looked, the worse it got. She glanced up, a flying shirt headed her way from Jaro's hand.
She pulled it over her head and kept eating.
A door slammed at the back of the cabin, and everyone froze. Neira turned just enough to see Judd come around the corner. He'd slung jeans on, the button not even done up. From the low cut of his jeans, Neira could see the base of his cock. Her eyes locked on it, almost as tempting as the bacon at her back. She remembered the feel of that cock between her parted lips as she sucked him dry. Oh, and the delicious feel of him sliding that perfect cock between her parted legs. His face was dark, an animalistic stare pinning Landon like an arrow on a target. Landon scuttled away, putting distance between him and Neira. Neira watched as his eyes shifted to her, taking in her bruised arms and legs, no doubt her swollen mouth.
He said nothing, just scooped her up and set her bare ass on the counter, where he proceeded to stuff copious amounts of bacon into his own mouth while simultaneously handing her more food. No one said a word.
"How long," Judd snapped, tearing a bacon strip in half. He didn't look at any of them; he just kept his eyes on the diminishing pile of food as he stood between Neira's parted legs.
Sada was the one who answered, and Judd froze for a couple of seconds. Neira stopped chewing to watch his reaction.
It was like the last four days replayed in his copper eyes. Every brutal taking, every single time his body had overpowered hers, every single time he watched her cum with bone-shattering force. Every nip and lick and second they had spent destroying each other and then licking the other's wounds. Four days.
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He is Ghost
WerewolfOnce a year, a psychological storm sweeps over Neira's entire species. They call it the Heat. From the moment its gnarled fingers grasp their kind, shifters turn feral. It's a whirlwind of aggression and chaos, and Neira is no stranger to it. Agai...