Revolting

Hannah watched everyone moving around her with narrowed, suspicious eyes. She trusted no one, and yet, she felt this constant push-pull sensation when it came to the big man. Sometimes when she looked into those haze-green eyes, she felt such a rage she thought she would explode. And sometimes, when his fingers brushed her skin, she felt... Comfort. Belonging. Calm. It was so confusing. She wanted nothing more than to escape from it all, give her wolf full control, and run far and fast into the wilderness. Unfortunately, she couldn't do that. That vile, cunning man with those beautiful beguiling eyes, he had done something to trap her in her human form.

But if someone was going to touch her body, she would rather it was Michael. When the others lifted her body, she went wild, scratching, biting and fighting against their hands, the feel of their fingers on her flesh was too disgusting, too repulsive. It both frightened her and infuriated her to be restrained, but her small body was no match for all of them. They bound her hands again, this time strapping her over Michael's strong, broad back. And if that wasn't enough, they anchored her legs around his hips as well, so that the front of her body was pressed intimately against him. She could feel the ripple of his muscles under her breasts, her stomach. She hung awkwardly from his shoulder until the strangers came again with a bedsheet, wrapping it around her and under her butt, and then over his other shoulder.

The sheet hugged her against his warmth, and took some of her weight off the arm that was looped over Michael's beefy shoulder. Seeing that she was trapped and helpless to free herself, she stopped struggling against the restraints and relaxed against the man's muscular back. For a long time she just rode there like a small child. There was such a size disparity between them that she really did feel like a kid next to a giant adult.

The constant motion of his body had her breasts rubbing non-stop against the muscles of his back. In no time her nipples were erect and aching from the constant stimulation. His scent swirled around her, even his sweat smelled sweet. She didn't want to feel attracted to the man, and she fought it for as long as she could, but it was like something deep within her, something ancient, powerful, and primal was responding to his body, his scent, his essence. It was drugging her, overwhelming her with a primitive sexual desire like she'd never felt before.

Or had she? Some memory was stirring in her brain, like a dream swirling in fog... Michael standing naked before her, bound to a post, completely vulnerable...

The vision in her head, combined with the muscular body she was gripping between her thighs was making her hot. She felt a trickle of sweat run down the back of her neck into the sheet. An aching need was spreading from between her legs into her entire body. There was a strange squeezing sensation in her chest, as though someone had reached through her ribcage and grabbed ahold of her heart while it was still beating. She desperately wanted, needed, more stimulation, more friction against her core. She couldn't think of anything else. She didn't care that this man was her enemy, she didn't care that he had tied her on his back like a papoose. All she cared about was satisfying that gnawing need, quenching that fire that was burning her up from the inside out.

As if he had heard her plea, he stopped suddenly, and tipped forward, giving her the perfect opportunity to shift from hanging from his shoulders, to a position of sitting on his lower back, giving her the freedom and range of motion to grinder her hips against him, and rub her over-sensitized breasts against his muscles. She made a noise in her throat that sounded desperate and pleading even to her own ears.

"Oh for the love of the Moon, Hannah, don't do that." his deep voice rumbled through his ribcage, directly into her chest, making her tingle with even more desire. The words themselves rolled over her, almost meaningless. She clenched her thighs around his narrow hips, wanting, needing something, without exactly knowing what it was. She just knew that once again, he was responsible.

Damn this man, everything was his fault!

Was that why she was meant to kill him? She shook her head, wishing she could also shake way the confusion from her own brain. How could she hate him so much, and still need him this way?

She pressed her nose close to his skin, trying to breath in as much of that honey-ginger drug as she could. When that wasn't enough, she decided to taste him, just to see if he tasted as good as he smelled. He did. If anything, he tasted even better. Again, she was teased by a phantom of a memory, this same man, in the dim and shadowy interior of a ruined barn... she had tasted him then, in the most intimate way.

At first, she thought she sensed some surrender in him, she thought maybe he would actually untie her and give her what her body so desperately needed. But before that could happen, those other wolves came close. She wrinkled her nose against their sweaty, invasive scents, and felt the fires of rage and frustration begin to build again.

The man straightened and adjusted her weight. She hung down his back again, at the desperate mercy of gravity. She couldn't free herself; she couldn't fight back; she was completely helpless. Her anger didn't do anything to cool her situation, if anything it only fanned the flames. She wanted to voice her displeasure, but she knew Michael would only ignore her growls. So instead, she pulled back her lips, bared her human teeth, with their surprisingly sharp canines, and closed her teeth around the ridge of his shoulder blade.

Silly humans, who needed words to communicate?