Wild Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary Book 4)

I wrenched with all my might, my hands slipping over folds of skin, Plunger howling excitedly while the doors rattled wildly under the assault of whatever the fuck was beyond them.

I cried out as I fell backwards, Plunger’s weight crashing down on top of me as he was finally wrenched free of the shackles which had held him to the table. But my screams were smothered as he fell on me, his ass slamming down on my face, my nose delving between his oil-slicked cheeks, his balls slapping the back of my throat as they fell between my parted lips.

Plunger toppled aside, rolling across the tiled floor with a whoop of triumph, leaving me retching and sobbing in his wake.

Horror enveloped me as the reality of what I’d endured spilled through all the dark pieces of my soul, tainting everything they touched and staining them with this memory.

I would never be the same again.

I’d seen things now. Lived through horrors untold. Smelled the worst life had to offer. Tasted things.

I heaved again, vomiting all over the floor then lunging away as Plunger patted me on the head like I was a good dog.

“There now,” he crooned. “I knew you’d do me nicely.”

“Argh!” I hoisted myself to my feet, stumbling away from him through a patch of my own vomit, my eyes watering as the oil from his flesh dripped into them.

“You still hankering after the Incubus?” Plunger asked, shifting back into his Fae form, though I wasn’t certain which was worse as his little cock bobbed while he bounced on his heels.

“Yes,” I choked out, looking away, glancing at the door which had finally fallen still.

Silence reigned beyond it. Had the thing which had been so desperate to gain entrance to this place gone or was it out there still?

“This way, sir,” Plunger called, beckoning me after him as he scampered across the room, drawing open a door I hadn’t even noticed beyond the cabinets that lined the back wall.

Plunger dove through it and I was left with no choice but to follow him.

We stepped out into a brightly lit corridor where numbers lined a row of doors, though they ran in no sequence I could discern.

Plunger seemed to know precisely where he was headed though, scurrying along, the slap, slap, slap of his bouncing cock punctuating his steps.

I gagged again, pressing the back of my hand to my lips to stifle the noise as I followed as close to him as I could bear to place myself.

Plunger hurried all the way to the end of the corridor then pointed at a door marked with a number twelve which seemed oddly fitting after all that we had suffered to get here.

I rallied my strength, casting a blade of ice in my hands before nodding at Plunger to get him to open the door.

I bellowed a battle cry as I charged into the room, the sight of Sin and his brother on two tables there only causing me to pause for half a second.

There were Fae in medical scrubs surrounding them, bloody blades poised over chests which were being cut open right before me.

Vard cried out, lunging at me, a jar clutched in his arms which sparkled with golden light. He threw a fist at me but the sound of Sin bellowing my name, the sight of his open chest and the group of Fae content to go along with this horror show consumed me just as the memory of Plunger’s balls tickling the back of my throat rose its head once more and I vomited straight into his face.

Vard yelled out, throwing himself backwards while Plunger tackled the closest nurse, taking him to the ground.

“Come here, puppy dog!” Sin called, a big smile aimed my way despite the clamps currently holding his chest cavity open. I latched onto that smile, that one point of brightness in this sea of sick depravity.

I swung my arm back then hurled the ice blade at him as hard as I could, my years of training on the Pitball pitch serving me well as my aim stayed true. The blade severed the leather strap securing Sin’s wrist and the Incubus called my name to the heavens in praise.

“Hasslings, you’re a miracle man!” he yelled and okay, he’d gotten my name a little wrong, but I’d done it! I’d found him and freed him and followed the destiny which Rosalie had set out for me and-

I barely registered the man who ran at me from the corner of the room, only realising he was at my back as a fist coated in stone collided with my skull. And everything fell into darkness.