Blood Rites
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Jacque closed her eyes as she continued to struggle, she gagged as soon as the felt his arm against her mouth, the smell of iron hitting her nose just as she felt a warm, sticky substance touch her lips. She struggled harder, but Logan had moved the hand that had been holding her hair to her forehead to hold her head in place. He pushed his arm harder against her mouth and then she felt him clamp her nose shut. She tried so hard to hold her breath, determined to die from lack of oxygen before she would swallow his blood, but her body betrayed her. Almost as if against her will her mouth relaxed and she gasped for air. Logan took the opportunity to push his arm farther into her mouth. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't stop the blood she felt flowing from his arm down her throat.
Jacque's eyes jerked open when she felt the pressure from her mouth recede as Logan pulled his arm away. The look in his eyes was feral, dangerous. He continued to hold her head in place as he replaced his mouth where his arm had been. Jacque tried to squeeze her lips closed against the slot of his mouth and when that didn't work she bit him as hard as she could. Logan jerked back, but instead of the snarl she expected his lips were curled up into what was an unnatural smile. "If I had known all it would take to get you to bite me was a kiss, I could have saved myself a lot of trouble, Jacque."
His voice was deceptively calm, but Jacque could see the storm that lay just beneath the surface. He started to pull her up and she closed her eyes, thinking that maybe now he would leave. Her mind ached from fighting to keep Fane from hearing her, her body hurt from its own abuse as well as Logan's.
Logan must have sensed the small amount of relief that came over Jacque as he shifted her back to the chair because he leaned down next to her ear and whispered, "Your turn," as he ripped the neck of her shirt. Jacque instinctively turned away, attempting to hide herself, but realized her mistake too late when she heard Logan howl and his claws raked across her back, across her mate's markings. Jacque screamed as her flesh tore, she felt the warmth of her blood running across her skin. She felt Logan lean down over her and run his tongue across her. And as she felt his teeth pierce her skin, her lips screamed for the one who would save her, but couldn't.
"FANE!" She screamed as she clawed at the chair, trying to get out from underneath Logan, away from him, away from his mouth. "STOP! Please stop," she sobbed and in between her sobs she could hear him sucking greedily at her flesh and the sound made her so sick that she vomited all over the floor. The smell from her sickness must have pushed through the lust that had permeated Logan's mind as he finally pulled back. She felt his weight leave her body and heard the sound of his steps getting further away. She looked up at him as he opened the door to the room that had become her own personal hell. Through the tears in her eyes, she saw the blood smeared all over the front of his shirt, and on his lips, her blood. Logan looked back at her,"You may have his marks on you, but it's my blood that is in you." Jacque pressed her face into the cushion of the chair as she heard the door close, and as the lock clicked in place she felt something inside her break.
Her body shook uncontrollably as the tears poured from her eyes. She could feel Fane pushing in her mind, trying to get through, but she kept the walls in place. How could she face him when another's blood was in her, when another's teeth had pierced her skin? She could feel her stomach clenching, preparing to expel the poison Logan had made her swallow, but nothing would come up. No matter how hard she heaved, nothing would leave her body. She cried until she thought she couldn't possibly have any tears left. She was wrong.
"My love, I'm here."
The tears began anew at the sound of that voice in her mind, at the feel of the lips she felt press to her forehead through their bond. Shame washed over her as she thought about Logan's lips on hers and the retching began all over.
"I'm sorry, Fane. I'm so sorry."
Jacque pulled her knees as close to her chest as she could with her leg cuffed to the chair. She tucked her chin in to her chest as the blood dried on her back and the pain continued to pulse through her. She closed her eyes and shut the world out.
Chapter 30
Fane stood in the hotel room looking out over the city of Denver and off into the mountains. The soft murmur of Jen, Sally, and his mother was behind him. It had been two days since they arrived and still they knew nothing more than they had before. Fane's father had questioned over half of Dillon's pack and so far everyone had been truthful, no one knew anything about Logan's actions or whereabouts. To add to Fane's frustration, he was having trouble staying in contact with Jacquelyn. She kept blocking her thoughts from him and at first he figured it was to keep him from knowing how much pain she was in, but now he was beginning to worry that there was more to it than that. He closed his eyes against the thought of the other wolf putting his hands on Jacquelyn. He knew thinking like that wouldn't help him find her, it would only succeed in Fane wanting to kill something or someone. Fane reached out through their bond, and as he had been able to all the other times, he felt her but couldn't hear her thoughts. She was only letting him through enough to know she was alive, and okayaccording to her. Fane didn't know he was growling until he felt Sally's hand come down on his shoulder.
"You okay?" she asked him.
Fane shook his head in frustration. "Something isn't right." Fane stepped away from her touch, not consciously realizing he couldn't stand the touch of another, not when it couldn't be his mate's hands. "I can feel her," he continued as he paced the expanse of the room, "but that's all. Every now and then she will give me a brief comment but then she shuts me out."
Jacque's eyes jerked open when she felt the pressure from her mouth recede as Logan pulled his arm away. The look in his eyes was feral, dangerous. He continued to hold her head in place as he replaced his mouth where his arm had been. Jacque tried to squeeze her lips closed against the slot of his mouth and when that didn't work she bit him as hard as she could. Logan jerked back, but instead of the snarl she expected his lips were curled up into what was an unnatural smile. "If I had known all it would take to get you to bite me was a kiss, I could have saved myself a lot of trouble, Jacque."
His voice was deceptively calm, but Jacque could see the storm that lay just beneath the surface. He started to pull her up and she closed her eyes, thinking that maybe now he would leave. Her mind ached from fighting to keep Fane from hearing her, her body hurt from its own abuse as well as Logan's.
Logan must have sensed the small amount of relief that came over Jacque as he shifted her back to the chair because he leaned down next to her ear and whispered, "Your turn," as he ripped the neck of her shirt. Jacque instinctively turned away, attempting to hide herself, but realized her mistake too late when she heard Logan howl and his claws raked across her back, across her mate's markings. Jacque screamed as her flesh tore, she felt the warmth of her blood running across her skin. She felt Logan lean down over her and run his tongue across her. And as she felt his teeth pierce her skin, her lips screamed for the one who would save her, but couldn't.
"FANE!" She screamed as she clawed at the chair, trying to get out from underneath Logan, away from him, away from his mouth. "STOP! Please stop," she sobbed and in between her sobs she could hear him sucking greedily at her flesh and the sound made her so sick that she vomited all over the floor. The smell from her sickness must have pushed through the lust that had permeated Logan's mind as he finally pulled back. She felt his weight leave her body and heard the sound of his steps getting further away. She looked up at him as he opened the door to the room that had become her own personal hell. Through the tears in her eyes, she saw the blood smeared all over the front of his shirt, and on his lips, her blood. Logan looked back at her,"You may have his marks on you, but it's my blood that is in you." Jacque pressed her face into the cushion of the chair as she heard the door close, and as the lock clicked in place she felt something inside her break.
Her body shook uncontrollably as the tears poured from her eyes. She could feel Fane pushing in her mind, trying to get through, but she kept the walls in place. How could she face him when another's blood was in her, when another's teeth had pierced her skin? She could feel her stomach clenching, preparing to expel the poison Logan had made her swallow, but nothing would come up. No matter how hard she heaved, nothing would leave her body. She cried until she thought she couldn't possibly have any tears left. She was wrong.
"My love, I'm here."
The tears began anew at the sound of that voice in her mind, at the feel of the lips she felt press to her forehead through their bond. Shame washed over her as she thought about Logan's lips on hers and the retching began all over.
"I'm sorry, Fane. I'm so sorry."
Jacque pulled her knees as close to her chest as she could with her leg cuffed to the chair. She tucked her chin in to her chest as the blood dried on her back and the pain continued to pulse through her. She closed her eyes and shut the world out.
Chapter 30
Fane stood in the hotel room looking out over the city of Denver and off into the mountains. The soft murmur of Jen, Sally, and his mother was behind him. It had been two days since they arrived and still they knew nothing more than they had before. Fane's father had questioned over half of Dillon's pack and so far everyone had been truthful, no one knew anything about Logan's actions or whereabouts. To add to Fane's frustration, he was having trouble staying in contact with Jacquelyn. She kept blocking her thoughts from him and at first he figured it was to keep him from knowing how much pain she was in, but now he was beginning to worry that there was more to it than that. He closed his eyes against the thought of the other wolf putting his hands on Jacquelyn. He knew thinking like that wouldn't help him find her, it would only succeed in Fane wanting to kill something or someone. Fane reached out through their bond, and as he had been able to all the other times, he felt her but couldn't hear her thoughts. She was only letting him through enough to know she was alive, and okayaccording to her. Fane didn't know he was growling until he felt Sally's hand come down on his shoulder.
"You okay?" she asked him.
Fane shook his head in frustration. "Something isn't right." Fane stepped away from her touch, not consciously realizing he couldn't stand the touch of another, not when it couldn't be his mate's hands. "I can feel her," he continued as he paced the expanse of the room, "but that's all. Every now and then she will give me a brief comment but then she shuts me out."
