Chapter 4 The Five Werewolves

Angelika "Red Rose" Ramirez POV

Glenn spoke first. "You are here as the blood moon sacrifice from your village. Do you understand that?"

I nodded.

"You are payment for our protection and, as such, will bend to our will and serve us in any manner we demand. If you do not, the innocent lives of those in your village will suffer."

Again, I could only nod.

"I am Glenn. This is Elias, Daniel, Darius and Donald."

During the chaos and fear of the night before, they had all seemed as one to me, brother beasts, with glowing amber eyes. Now, in the morning light, I could see the subtle differences. Glenn was the oldest and the clear leader of the pack. He was tall with ink-black hair tinged with silver and had a forthright manner. Elias was the brawniest of the five and by far the angriest. His massive chest was covered in thick swirls of chestnut hair. He seemed the most beast-like. Donald had yet to speak. He was tall and sinewy. His hair was a light brown which only emphasized the amber of his eyes.

Darius was the only one who had smiled at me. True, I think it was because he found my drunken state amusing, but I clung to the notion that perhaps out of the five, he would be the most sympathetic to my plight. I knew Daniel by the deep rumble of his voice. As tall as the rest, his wide-set shoulders and sharp gaze gave him a fearsome air. He was the one hoping my presence was a sign. I trembled to think what he would do in his disappointment when he learned I was nothing but an unwanted orphan - a disposable member of the village whose only contribution to their lives would be my death. My sacrificial death.

"Are...you...are you going to...to kill me?"

I closed my eyes as I awaited his response. Not daring to breathe, I felt lightheaded and frightened.

"That depends on your obedience," said Glenn.

I opened my eyes and met his stern glare. "Did you kill the others? Those who came before me?"

"Their fate is none of your concern. Worry about yourself," grumbled Elias.

"Enough talking. You have had your turn, Glenn. She is mine now."

"Wait! No!"

Ignoring my cry, Elias grabbed my arm and pulled me up, placing a shoulder in my middle as he hefted me high. Beating on his back, I screamed and yelled as he carried me further and further away from the fire and deeper into the forest. Desperately, I kicked my legs out but that only earned me a stinging slap to my bottom, the power of his open palm felt through the heavy brocade of my cloak. As the light of the fire faded into the distance, the chill of the forest crept in.

I could see frosty puffs of air with every exhale. Long after I had ceased to pound on his back and cry out, he finally halted, unceremoniously depositing me on a bed of pine boughs. Searching my surroundings, I saw a wondrous sight. Great boulders of ice and snow surrounded a steaming pool of water. It appeared like magic out of the forest floor. An enchanted grotto of fire and ice.

As I lay sprawled at his feet, Elias removed the fur pelt which covered one arm and part of his chest. I froze in fear when he reached for the stitched leather and fur kilt which was slung low on his hips."No! Don't!"With a smirk, he let the fabric fall, and a menacing extension of his body sprang free. As thick as a tree branch, it seemed to be made of sinew, pulsing with blood. Shaking my head, I tried to crawl backward. Elias stepped on my cloak. Undaunted, I dropped my shoulders so my arms would slide out of the sleeves. Knowing my thin gown would be no protection against the elements, I still would give up the warmth of my red cloak if it meant escape from the threat of the beast before me. Elias gave a low-throated chuckle as he watched me struggle to free myself from the thick folds of my cloak.

"There is no escape, Red Rose. Accept your fate as I have accepted mine."

"Never," I responded hotly. His face broke into a morbid pantomime of a smile.

"I was hoping you would have the spirit to fight me, for I am not in the mood to be gentle with you."

Reaching down, he fisted the delicate fabric of my gown and lifted me bodily by it. As if I weighed no more than a sparrow, he tossed me into the warm water. Sputtering and choking as my head broke the surface, I pushed the wet strands of hair away from my face as I struggled to stay afloat. The wet material snaked and twisted around my legs. With my every movement, the gown became more entangled.

Desperately swinging my arms through the water, I was losing the fight. With an awful swoosh, I once again plunged beneath the clear blue surface. The sounds of frantic splashing, and the frightened call of the birds all vanished. Underwater...silence reigned as I sank deeper and deeper down into the darkness. A strong arm wrapped around my middle, hefting my weightless body upward. I could see sparkling flashes of light, the sun dancing over the water, just before I was lifted high. Gasping as we broke the surface, I was carried across the hot spring to the edge. My toes touched smooth rock as he set me on some sort of underwater ledge. The water lapped around my body just above my hips. Elias stood before me. With his superior height, the water crested low on his hips. That menacing extension of his body bobbed up and down with the movement of the water. I tried to shift backward, but his hand around my waist prevented it.

"Foolish girl, why did you not swim?" Elias angrily chastised.

"I would have had my gown not prevented it!" I fumed back.

"If your gown is the problem, then we need to get rid of it."

"No!"

His two large fists gripped the collar of the gown and viciously rent the simple, thin fabric in two. Grabbing at the sides, I tried to fight his hands and cover my nakedness with what was left. He only laughed. Pulling me forward, he pushed the fabric off my shoulders and down my arms. I watched helplessly as the two pieces of fabric floated away. With its billowing folds and the ripple of the water, it almost looked like a pair of wings in flight, before the waterlogged cloth slipped below the surface and sank.

Wrapping my arms over my breasts, I glared up at the unmerciful giant before me. Though I'd been stripped the day before, I hadn't felt truly bared. Even when Glenn...when Glenn...even last night, I'd felt the cover of darkness had concealed me like a shroud. Now, as bright sunshine glistened through the dark trees and bounced off the water, there was no place to hide. Enduring his scrutiny, I could not help but see the stark contrasts in our bodies. Mine is smooth, pale, and slight. His darkly tanned, big, and muscled. Dark hair covered his chest and...lower.

The men of my village were short with the weak, lanky limbs that came from little manual labor. Not so with these five wolf-men. Despite my hatred of my enslavement to them, there was something deep and primal...an instinct...that responded to their display of strength and power.

A core feminine ache to be protected and cared for. The problem was, that protecting and caring for me were the very last things on these men's minds. Crying out in fright, I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes when he made a sudden movement toward me. I could feel the warmth of his body as he stepped closer. That...thing...brushed high against my stomach. His only response was a deep chuckle. Keeping my eyes closed, trying to block out the frightening and confusing thoughts his presence elicited, I could smell the fresh scent of sandalwood.

Peeking through my lashes, I saw his large hands covered in fragrant foam as he lathered them with a bar of soap. Placing the soap on the rock behind me, he commanded, "Open your eyes."

Fearing what my disobedience would bring, I obeyed.

"Now lower your arms. You need to bathe. It may have been hundreds of years since I have taken a woman, but I'll not fuck one stinking of the village."

Wondering if fucking meant what Glenn had done to my body the night before, I tearfully complied. "Please, you don't have to...to...fuck with me," I begged Elias. He didn't respond. Reaching out, he placed his hands on my breasts. My mouth fell open in shock. Unable to form the words to protest, I could only feel. Caressing and kneading my flesh, he rubbed his hands in circles, leaving a sudsy trail of soap lather. My breasts felt heavy as my nipples tightened painfully into small buds. The scrape of his work-roughened palms over my soft flesh only heightened the sensation of his touch.

When his hands moved to my shoulders and then down my arms, I had to bite my lip to stifle a groan of disappointment. Slipping his hand beneath the water, he flattened his palm over my sensitive core. Still slightly swollen from Glenn's touch, I winced as Elias's finger pushed between the folds. His hand moved back and forth, and the friction of his touch caused a fluttering sensation to settle deep in my stomach...and lower.

My breath came in soft, harried gasps as his touch quickened. Sliding my feet to the sides of the slippery stone ledge, I opened my legs wider. His middle finger pressed into my body. Once, twice. This time, I did groan when he pulled free. My now sensitive nipples were tickled by his chest hair as he leaned over me to reach for the soap. Working the soap into a heavy, thick lather, he placed it aside and pushed his fingers into my hair. Entangling his hands in my wavy locks, he rubbed my scalp and ran his hands down large fistfuls of hair, coating each curl in fragrant foam.

His hands caressed down the curve of my back before settling low, just above my bottom. Pulling me forward, my hips pressed against his stomach, he trapped his engorged protrusion between us. Despite the warmth of the water, his skin felt hotter. As if he burned with his internal fire.

Using his right hand, he grasped my hair and turned me to the side, forcing my body back. My breasts were thrust upward as my back bowed under the pressure of his grasp. The water lapped at the sides of my face as he rinsed the soap from my hair. Feeling lightheaded and overwhelmed when he set my body upright, all I could think about was his touch and the growing ache between my legs. Leaning over me, he once again reached for the soap.

Watching him handle it, his palms twisting and turning it, I couldn't help but wish he was soaping my breasts once more. Tossing the soap aside, he lowered his brow and held my gaze for a moment. Seeing movement, my eyes slipped lower. He was handling himself. Rubbing the protrusion up and down, up and down, covering it in a soft lather.

"Do you know what a cock is, Red Rose?"

I shook my head no.

Nodding to the protrusion in his hand, he said, "This is a cock." The word was so guttural and coarse. It suited him."Say it. Say cock."

Licking my lips, I obeyed. "Cock."

His full lips broke out into a satisfied smile. "Now turn around."

Unsure, I just stared. I didn't want to take my eyes off this dangerous man."I said, turn around," he repeated, his voice lowering with anger. With no choice, I turned my back to him.

"Now place your hands on the rock and lean forward."

Although encircled by great, jagged pieces of rock, there was a large flat space cut out to form a stepping ledge. I placed my palms on its smooth, flat surface.

"Lean forward. I want your nipples to touch the rock."

Hesitantly, I leaned forward, only to swing back the moment my nipples touched the cold surface. A restraining hand on my back forced me down again. I moaned as the rock edges sent sharp frissons of pain across my breasts. My nipples tightened painfully. "Please, it hurts. The rock is too edged."

"Up on your toes. I want your ass above the water," he ordered.

Moving up on my toes would only force more contact with the ice. "Please don't make me," I begged.

Elias grasped a fistful of my wet hair and yanked on it sharply. I cried out in fear as he said through his clenched jaw, "Do as I command."

I lifted my body on my toes. The movement crushed my breasts and middle against the ice. My stomach clenched and twisted from the freezing contact. Releasing my hair, his hand moved down my back. I could feel his finger push between the cleft of my bottom.

Remembering the intrusive feel of Glenn's finger there, I whimpered.

Unlike Glenn who'd only teased my forbidden hole to intimidate me, Elias pushed the tip of his finger inside.

"Oh God! What are you doing?"

He refused to answer. After swirling his finger along the rim, he pulled it free. I heaved a sigh of relief but it was short-lived. Grasping my bottom cheeks, he pulled them open. It was both painful and humiliating."No! Stop!"I tried to twist my hips away but the cold scrape of the ice on my nipples and his firm grasp kept me in place. I felt something warm and large press against my forbidden hole. I tried to turn to look over my back but his growl had me swinging my head obediently forward again.

"Can you feel where my cock is, Red Rose?"

"Yes," I whimpered.

"Where is it?"

"It's pushing against my...my bottom."

"Say ass."

"What?"

"Say it's pushing into my ass."

"Oh God," I moaned in agony.

"Say it."

"Your cock is pushing into my...my ass."

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