Wolf’s Lust
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Lycan’s Lust
Pack’s Lust
King’s Lust
By Lacy Dae
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Copyright 2012 Lacy Dae
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I sighed wearily as I straightened my back, rubbing at the ache that permeated my lower spine. I was twelve hours into a double-shift at the emergency room of the municipal hospital, and things had been more frantic and chaotic than usual. Three car wrecks with multiple victims, one gunshot wound and four kids with broken bones. Another big day in the city! My head turned as I heard the squeaky wheels of our old gurney rolling past, again. The emergency medical technicians seemed to be in no hurry, and the patient had a blanket drawn over his head. DOA. Dead on arrival.
“Need you to clock the death, doc. Got a weird one here.” It was Charlie, a beefy blonde who often worked the night shift with me. I had him push the gurney into an empty room, but he left immediately afterwards. He needed to take his ambulance out on another call. I was alone with the corpse. How lovely.
I pulled the sheet off of the victim, and gave him a once-over. Caucasian, mid-20’s, dark hair and blue eyes. His skin was pale and waxy, and I couldn’t find a heartbeat in his neck. When I pulled the blanket further down, it was obvious why: his ribs were caved in on the left side, with shards of bones piercing through his bloodied skin. Ugh. He also had a lot of bites and claw marks all over, with chunks of flesh ripped out of his legs and arms. He’d lost a fight with a big animal of some kind, like a bear, maybe. His wounds were still bleeding sluggishly, which was kind of odd…
I pressed my fingers hard against the big vein in his throat again, searching for a pulse. If his heart wasn’t beating, he wouldn’t be bleeding! I held my breath, and that’s when I felt it, the faintest tremble against my fingertips.. He had a pulse! I opened the door and yelled down the hallway for help. This guy was miraculously alive, and I intended to keep him that way!
“Stay with me, buddy,” I muttered as I reached over for the IV equipment. He’d lost a lot of blood and needed a transfusion, badly. I got the drip ready and inserted the needle into his mangled left arm. The affect was astonishing. As soon as that rich red fluid entered his vein, his back arched violently from the gurney, and he gasped, a whooping inhalation of air. He started to thrash his arms and legs wildly, knocking medical supplies onto the floor. I tried to restrain him, so he wouldn’t worsen his severe injuries. Amazingly, his wounds didn’t seem as bad as they had a minute ago. I held his shoulders down, shouting for assistance, and watched a 6-inch long cut seal itself, right in front of my disbelieving eyes. His broken ribs cracked and popped as his chest wall expanded, the bone fragments realigning themselves under his skin. What the hell was this?!?
I screamed as he suddenly stood up, yanking out the IV I had placed in his arm. He turned towards me, but I don’t think he saw me. He had a strange blank look in his eyes, which were of an odd, almost burning amber color, glowing and intense. Wait. Hadn’t they been blue? He swung back around to the door and reached for the handle.
“Stop!” I shouted, and grabbed for him. Where he’d been cold before, his skin now burned like a fever, and his sweat made him slippery in my grasp. He shook off my hands easily, my fingers sliding off his broad shoulders and down his back. My ring finger caught on something, which stretched and then snapped as I fell to the floor. He took off, out the door and down the hallway, faster than I could believe possible. He’d been nearly dead just a few minutes before, and now he was an Olympic sprinter? What is going on?
I scrambled to my feet, but he’d gotten away long before I could contact security. Glancing down, I studied the necklace that I’d accidentally torn away from him. A thin gold chain, with an old coin stamped with the silhouette of wolf hanging from it. I put it into the pocket of my scrubs. I didn’t know who he was, but I was determined to find him again and return his necklace. And ask him some questions!
I finished my much-less-eventful shift and headed home. After a restless night’s sleep, I decided to contact Charlie and see if he could tell me where he’d found the not-dead guy from the night before. Fortunately, he was off the clock and I was able to reach him at home.
“Hey, Charlie.” I greeted him. “What’s up?”
“You calling to give me a hard time, too?” He sounded cranky. After the John Doe had split, no-one would believe he was as badly hurt as Charlie had reported. Most everyone thought that Charlie had goofed and reported a guy as dead who wasn’t that bad off. Some of them had been really mean about it, too. “Godamnit, that guy was clearly a goner! How the hell did you revive him like that?”
“You were right about him being a weird one. He bounced right up after getting a little blood in him. Bizarre. Drugs, maybe. Hey, where’d you pick him up, anyways?” I wanted to find my missing man, and I thought the scene of his near-death experience would be the best place to start.
“He was lying under the street-light down at 43rd and Samson. You know, where those abandoned factories are. Somebody got lost down there off the highway and saw the body on the side of the road. Called it in, pretty freaked out. It must’ve been about ten o’clock last night.”
“Thanks a bunch, Charlie. I’ve got to admit, this whole thing has made me really curious. I’m going to check out that spot and see if I can figure out what happened to our boy.”
“Yeah, okay, just be careful. Something tore the shit out of him, and it might still be out there. And I don’t think you’d be up walking around afterwards, either!”
I hung up on Charlie and got ready to drive downtown. I didn’t know how far I’d have to walk, so I dressed comfortably for the hot weather, in my favorite worn-thin jeans and a stretchy tank top. I took the necklace, too, just in case I bumped into my mystery man. Driving my car downtown, I found the corner that Charlie had mentioned easily enough. I pulled over and parked, then got out to look around a bit.
Under the streetlight, the grass was smashed down, and darkened with blood. Quite a lot of it, actually. A trail led off to the north, blood sprinkling down in drops against the browned grass. There were a lot of tracks, and two deep lines dug down through the grass. Maybe he’d been dragged over to the streetlight? Who had been with him, and why had they ditched him with wounds that severe?
I followed the trail back between the looming buildings. Their empty windows, some with broken glass, looked down like judgmental eyes. What am I doing? I wasn’t a police officer or a detective, I was a doctor! I had no business messing around with this. I should just keep the necklace as a souvenir of a freaky night, and head back home. I had just about gotten ready to turn around, when the blood trail suddenly swerved, out of the grass and to the door of one of the abandoned factories. Now that was interesting!
Tentatively, I knocked on the door. When I didn’t hear anything from the far side, I tried the doorknob. The door was unlocked, and easily swung inwards on silent hinges. Inside, the factory was dim and musty, with specks of dust dancing in the few beams of light brave enough to push through the dirty windows. I hesitated for a long moment on the doorstep, and then, damning my curiosity with every step, went inside.
It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust, coming from the bright noon light outside to the dim interior. I paused and strained to hear, holding my breath. I thought I heard some creaking floors… footsteps? Maybe. But very faint. “Hello?” I called out. “Is anyone in there?” No response.
The blood trail continued along the floor, leading between two large stacks of pallets, deeper into the factory. I followed it, looking around curiously at all the boxes piled everywhere. It looked like the factory was still in business, of some sort. Weird. The trail led to a door, which opened to reveal stairs heading down to a basement, the bottom lost to shadows. The steps were concrete and blotchy, stained with something dark. Okay. Yeah. Definitely not going down there! That was as far as I was willing to go to indulge my curiosity. Time to get out of here!
I pulled the basement door shut and turned to go, then took an involuntary step back, gasping. A large man stood just behind me, not two feet away. It was dim enough that I couldn’t make out his features very well, but his light-colored hair told me that he wasn’t the guy I’d been looking for. He had absolutely massive shoulders, which tapered down around a muscular chest into a narrow waist. Down, girl! Sexy or not, he was still a complete stranger. “Umm… hi,” I tried.
He stepped into me, pushing me against the door, and leaned, in sniffing me. Whoa, dude, you’re in my space. “You smell… familiar. You smell like Logan!” His voice was low and rough, vibrating against me. His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. He seemed enraged by my smell, and a harsh throbbing growl sprang out from the shadows around us. What else was in here?
“Who?” I asked, weakly. What the blazing hell have I gotten myself into this time?!?
“Prepare her.” He stated coldly, to the darkness.
The door I was pushed against suddenly opened, tumbling me down the stairs, and I screamed as hands grabbed at me, halting my fall. I fought against them, struggling to reach the light at the top of the stairs, while being pulled further into the darkness. Then I felt the sting of a needle in my arm, and everything went black.
I woke up groggy and confused. I was sitting up, my back against cold, rough stone, and my wrists were fastened, somehow, high above my head. Weakly, I pulled down, but there was no give. I was stuck. I also felt… weird. My skin felt blazing hot, and the sensation of my clothing against it was incredibly intense, a rubbing, confining torture. I could feel hot pulses in my pussy every time I shifted my legs, and my musky juices were already soaking through my panties. I’d been drugged with something, something that was making me incredibly horny. I was ready to fuck anything with a penis that would hold still for a few moments.
I rubbed my thighs together, trying to relieve the restless ache in my pussy. With my hands bound, I couldn’t do anything else. I began to moan, softly, as the sexual frustration built, a lonely emptiness in my cunt that begged to be filled. My vision was starting to clear, and I could see that I was in a large room, my wrists chained to a pillar in the middle. And I wasn’t alone. I froze.
Surrounding me on all sides were… men. Some looked fully human, but others were in the middle of some horrendous change, with long clawed hands and muzzles full of razor-sharp teeth, shaggy fur running down their spines. There were also giant wolves present, who walked freely among the men and the… others. The hall was full of them, but was also eerily silent, and their attention was all on one figure. It was one of the creatures, tall with inhumanly broad shoulders densely coated in grey fur, long arms ending in ragged talons, and wearing only a pair of roughly torn jeans. It… he, he was clearly male, snapped and snarled, stalking his way through the crowd, the others melting away in front of him, submitting to his dominance. Their body language was clear: he was the leader of this… group.