Caged Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary, #1)

by Caroline Peckham

She circled back toward the clearing and I ran to catch her with a snarl. I was about to shift once more when she turned and dropped down to kneel before me. My heart leapt with joy. She was submitting, right

Lmao oh wolfy

I cupped her jaw in my hand with the cockiest smirk I’d ever worn. “That’s it, love. Say it.” She rolled her eyes at me and my brows tugged together in confusion. I opened my mouth to push her harder for the words when she leaned forward and took my cock between her lips. “Sweet fuck,” I gasped as she took me all the way in – which was a fucking feat in itself – and I tipped my head back with a groan of pure bliss. No…no no no. Not good. But so good. Oh so fucking good.

Rosa!

The biggest fucking insult you could offer a Fae and she did it right after sucking my cock. What the hell has she done to me??

I was on the verge of breaking apart when I remembered the moon. Remembered that this was how Wolves became mated. Screwing under a full moon with your equal was almost guaranteed to make you bond. “No – wait,” I gasped, but her nails dug into my shoulders and her mouth fell to my ear, her hot tongue running circles around the shell until I lost my damn mind. “Rosalie – moon – no,” I choked out. “I need you Ethan, please don’t stop,” she panted, her body clutching me again as she started to quiver on the edge of oblivion.

So this is what happened for seth and caleb

A gasp fell from Rosalie’s lips and she braced herself on the ground either side of my head as the moonlight surrounded her, seeming to shine from within her flesh. It took me a moment longer to realise my skin was shimmering too and I inhaled as something shifted inside my chest. All of my pack instincts, every Wolf need and desire I had suddenly angled toward her. She was the answer to everything. My equal in every way. My mate. “Fuck,” I exhaled, dropping my head back onto the ground and turning away from her. Because this was the worst thing I’d ever done. I’d betrayed my pack. I’d mated with an Oscura. Our mortal enemies. If they ever found out, they’d drive me from the pack, they’d banish me for good. “Ethan,” Rosalie breathed, reaching out to trace something behind my ear. “You’re marked.”

Ahhhh

I gripped her chin, pushing her head sideways and forcing her hair behind her right ear. There was a crescent shaped mark there like a silvery tattoo. The mark of the moon. The mark of my mate. I pushed her off of me, rising to my feet with fear clawing at my insides. “Tell anyone about this and you’re dead,” I said in a low tone and her lips pursed as she rose to her feet. “Good luck killing me, Ethan. You can’t hurt me now, your instincts won’t let you.”

“What’s the matter, baby girl?” Papà’s voice cooed as he gave up on trying to force it and laced his words with sugar. “You don’t think I’m still mad at you, do you?”

Im so glad hes gone

“Oh hey, Pudding,” I said sweetly, despite my irritation. He just looked at me like he was wondering what I was doing on the floor so I barrelled on. “I actually got something for you yesterday, but I didn’t see you before lockdown.” “What did you get?” he asked, offering me a hairy hand. I took it and he heaved me upright so fast that my head damn near spun. I ducked back into my cell and grabbed the pot of pudding from my shelf before holding it out to him. “I heard you like-” He snatched it without a word and lumbered back into his cell.

Friend!

I definitely hadn’t been expecting that to happen but I wasn’t exactly upset about it, either. I’d been meaning to win him over to my side and now he would only want to help me more.

Idk how to feel about this

“Don’t tell me; you’ve dropped the soap? Well I’m sorry, stronzo, but you’re not my type so you’ll have to pick it up yourself,” I said with a smirk as I continued to close in on him.

She really does enjoy fights

“It doesn’t seem like we’re alone to me,” I replied, gesturing to the twenty or so men and women who surrounded me. “In my operation, I like to think of my followers as extensions of myself. Claud here is my foot, Brianne is my eyes and Christopher here-” He gestured for the crowd to part to allow a huge man to lumber through the centre of them. I raised my chin as I recognised the Dragon Shifter I’d turned out of his cell on my first day here. “-is my fist.” “Is that so?” I asked casually, looking away from Two Hundred as he glowered at me. “And where’s your backbone?”

Damn

“I’ll break her in, then the rest of you can have a ride,” Two Hundred’s rough voice echoed off of the walls and a series of dark laughs followed as I heard his jumpsuit hit the floor.

Uh.... Fuck no

I looked up as the sounds of fighting continued and my lips parted as I found Ethan Shadowbrook and some members of his pack beating the shit out of Two Hundred and his friends. Ethan fought like a man possessed, snarling with rage and landing punches which broke bones and caused screams to echo off of the tiled walls. His eyes were wild with fury and a deep sense of rightness flooded me as he fought to protect me. His mate.

Thank god

He shifted towards me instantly, dropping to his knees on the wet floor and pulling me into his arms with a soft whimper as he tried not to hurt me. “I’ll kill them for this,” he snarled as he nuzzled into my hair and I let him draw me into his arms, as the relief of what I’d just escaped washed over me. I laid my ear against his chest so that I could listen to the steady beat of his heart as my own pulse started to slow and he held me tightly for a moment.

“I felt your fucking pain,” he said in a low voice, giving me a moment to see the distress that had caused him in his sapphire eyes. “It called me to you. So maybe fate is on your side. Though she’s clearly not on mine,” he added bitterly.

Ooo

My gaze flicked to the side of his head where his mark was too and I noticed a new tattoo creeping up the side of his neck and behind his ear. His gaze hardened and he turned his head to let me see the pattern of thorny roses which he’d had inked onto his skin. They covered the moon mark entirely. There was no way to see it had ever even been there at all. Something splintered in my chest as I looked at it and a soft whimper of pain escaped me which had nothing to do with my hands. “You covered it up?” I breathed, unable to push aside the feeling of betrayal that left me with. “Well it’s not like I can just let everyone know that I’m mated to an Oscura, is it?” he asked in a low tone which was laced with disgust.

Ugh

“Good girl,” he grunted, his hand closing over my broken fingers and sending a sharp jolt of pain spearing down my arm. Healing magic swept from his skin into mine and a relieved whimper escaped me as the pain slowly ebbed away. “I don’t imagine I need to tell you what happens to prisoners who snitch on other inmates in here, do I? And I’d rather not be clearing pieces of you off of the walls if I can avoid it.” My lips twitched in surprise at that statement and I looked up from my shattered hands and into his stormy grey eyes. “Be careful, Officer. It almost sounded like you gave a shit about me then.” “I care about paperwork. And murders cause a bucket load of it,” he replied coldly.

I stormed my way to the Mess Hall then slowed my pace, taking a breath to harness the beating of my heart. I was a hunter. An apex predator who knew how to stalk his prey. And nothing about my exterior would give away the plan I held on the inside. No crack could allow anyone to see how much I cared that Twelve had almost been raped.

Wow he cares

“The fighters always take longer to break, but once I’m inside them they learn to bow to the power of a real Fae.“

Kill him

Anticipation balled in my chest as I thought of Twelve being forced beneath that fucker’s body. When the first scream came, the knot loosened a little. Two Hundred and his slimy gang had officially made themselves my enemies. And my enemies didn’t last very long in this world. This was the first of many more screams to come.

Scary

I watched Twelve like a hawk over the next week. I continued to bring her down to isolation to wash the floors, never letting her out of my sight for longer than I could help it. I’d taken extra shifts which meant I’d had the sum total of six hours sleep in the past three days. But I didn’t give a fuck. Because if any of The Watchers decided to lay a hand on her again, I needed to be ready.

Hes so protective

I knew I was being hypocritical by looking out for her. The girl wasn’t any friend of mine. But I had my morals. And they extended to her as much as they did to anyone else in this prison. And she was under my watch, so it was only right that I kept an eye on her. Yeah, just keep telling yourself that, asshole.

Thats wha im sayin

“There are no cameras in here,” she breathed, biting into her lower lip. “Are you going to hurt me, Officer?” Everything about her voice was teasing, like she wanted this. Like she was enjoying it. And that only set my pulse racing even harder. “You don’t act like a normal Werewolf, Twelve,” I commented, ignoring her question as she reached the end of the aisle and turned back down another one. I stalked after her, adrenaline surging into my blood as she increased her pace.

I caged her in with my arms, winding a hand into her hair and yanking sideways so her neck was exposed to me. Her ass ground back into me and I groaned in surprise before digging my fangs into the silky skin of her throat. She gasped, the sound driving me on and making me achingly hard for her as her blood spilled onto my tongue. Fuck, she was a delight. She tasted like summer fruit bathed in starlight. I splayed my hand across her stomach to keep her in place and she reached behind her back, her palm sliding onto my bulging fly. I moaned as she caressed me, knowing this was fifty shades of wrong as I continued to feed on her and let her touch me like that. I was lost to the bloodlust, my inhibitions lowered as I gave in to this part of myself. I never fucked inmates, never wanted to, never even got close. This was breaking so many rules but it felt so fucking good, I never wanted it to stop.

Oh.

“I won’t tell,” she swore, reaching down to hook her pinky finger with mine. I snorted, trying to pull free of her, but she kept hold of it and shook. “Great, now I can trust you,” I said sarcastically and she nodded like I’d meant it. I reached out and healed the bite mark on her neck, making sure the blood was gone too. I unhooked the radio from my belt, my eyes still on hers as I answered Pike’s request.

Oooop

Sarah Lou, number Seventy Six.

Cindy Lous family?

It had been a frustratingly slow progress, but I needed to have a clear picture in my mind of the layout before I made my move to retrieve the murder weapon from Sin’s old cell. Luckily, each cell was marked with the block and number painted onto the wall in the shaft so it had been easy to locate my target.

Ah ok!

There was no one sleeping on the bottom bunk, but my heart lurched as I spotted the heavily tattooed arm hanging over the edge of the top. Ethan Shadowbrook growled a little and rolled over in his sleep and I held my breath as I stared at him in fright. There weren’t a whole lot of Fae in this prison who could match me, but Ethan definitely could.

Oh shit!!!!

I looked down at the jagged piece of metal as I held it in my hand. The damn thing still had bloodstains on it and my lip curled back in disgust. The guards would be able to tell whose blood it was with magic at least and when this weapon was found on Two Hundred they’d have no choice but to assume he was the one who’d murdered the Fae Sin had killed.

Ooope....

I turned my back on Ethan’s bed but before I could take a step away from him, a strong hand wrapped around my throat and I was yanked back against his hard chest as he growled threateningly. “Not so fast, love,” Ethan snarled in my ear. I threw my hands out, casting vines into existence and encasing him in them in an instant, wrenching him off of me and pinning him back against the end of his bunk. “You!” he accused, his eyes wild. “You’re the one who stole the cuff key!” “Duh,” I replied,

Ah!

“Let’s just say that there are a lot of monsters in this prison, but I doubt any of them can compare to the man who sired me. So you ask me why I act like this is a joke? Maybe it feels like one. Maybe sometimes I wonder if I’m even capable of feeling anything the way I should anymore. I got so good at hiding my emotions that I might have just lost the ability to really feel them too.” “Tell me who hurt you and I’ll see them dead a thousand times over,” Ethan snarled, stalking towards me with his Alpha Wolf peering out of his eyes and his instincts to protect me winning through.

Grrr woof

I was doing a handstand in the centre of my cell. Isolation goal number two hundred and ten? Check.

Hes...blass this heart

So I tried not to think about how much I wanted that pretty little mouth hole of hers.

Sir...

“The day I threaten you is the day you die.” I smiled brightly at him and he glowered, hauling me along toward Cell Block B where I-shit-you-not over thirty officers were standing around the door. “Is this welcome party just for me? You’re a little sparse on the banners.”

Hes something else

“Hello pretties,” I purred, stepping out onto the bridge. A bunch of the weakest Fae ran into the coop to hide and my smile stretched wider. “Daddy’s home.”

“Form a queue,” I instructed, hoisting myself up onto the railing and standing there as I selected my next opponent from the line-up. I pointed at the girl with the pissed off eyes and tattoos covering ninety percent of her body. “Let’s dance, sugar.”

Omg he might be the most unhinged one ever

“These three cells are mine!” I announced, pointing at them. “Any objections?!”

Whyyyy

She gasped in surprise and I grinned satisfactorily. “Hey, wild girl.” “Sin,” she breathed, walking closer as my gaze fell over her curves and a low growl fell from my throat. “You owe me a kiss.” I smirked, swinging forward to try and steal it. She backed up, arching her brows. “I don’t owe you anything. It’s you who owes me. I was the one who got you out of the hole.” I released my hold on the branch, swinging my arms and using my momentum to flip over and land on my feet. I had plenty of height on her and I used it to my advantage as I stalked closer, refusing to blink as I took in her strawberry lips. “Well I guess that means I owe you a kiss then…where do you want it?” I dropped my gaze to her pussy and she released a wolfish snarl.

Im dying

“You know what would look even better on me?” he asked, his lips tipping into a filthy grin. “Me?” I guessed, arching an eyebrow at him. Sin barked a laugh, the rough edges of his voice making my toes curl. “I guess if we both agree then it’s time we tried it out.”

Hes a slut

“I love watching you walk away, wild girl!” he called after me. I raised my middle finger and held it up for him to see as I kept walking and by the time I dropped down between my pack, the smile on my face felt etched on permanently. Sin Wilder may have had more than a few screws loose, but I was pretty sure I liked it.

Ofc you do Rosa

“But lunch isn’t over yet,” I complained half-heartedly. I’d finished eating anyway so it didn’t really matter, but I wasn’t just going to roll over whenever he gave me a command. Cain reached out to my tray and snatched my half eaten pasta into his hand before shoving it straight into my face. Mac and cheese smeared over my skin before falling to the floor with a wet splat and every single Wolf around me fell utterly silent in shock. My lips parted as I stared up at Cain in total surprise and his eyes dared me to flip out over what he’d just done. “There you go,” he announced. “All done.”

What an asshole

But I’d known that before I’d gotten myself locked up and so, with a little help from Roary’s brother, Leon, I’d managed to get my hands on a tank exactly like the one they had here to practice on. I knew that motherfucker more intimately than the dude I’d given my virginity to, and I already knew exactly how I was going to slip my little ingredients into her when the time came.

Genius

Because this wasn’t the machine I’d spent countless hours working on and getting to know. It was newer, shinier, slicker and had a goddamn electronic control system instead of a manual one.

Shit...

“You can run, Twelve, but I’m faster than you!” Cain yelled. “And when I catch you, you’ll be sorry you disobeyed me.” “Are you going to spank me?”

Can they fuck now?

Since I’d been imprisoned, my dad hadn’t visited me once.

Pisses me off

“This pity party is wild,” Rosalie said as she returned to my cell. She dropped down beside me again and placed something on my knee. “Here.” She leaned in close, her mouth moving to my ear. “Nothing a little earth magic couldn’t fix.” I lifted my head, dropping my hands and gazing down at the wooden brush on my knee, now completely fixed. And not just that, she’d carved a Lion on the back of it and fixed all the bristles which had broken during the years I’d had it. I picked it up with a heavy sigh, glancing at Rosa with warmth in my heart. “Thank you, little pup.”

not a child anymore, Roary, stop treating me like one.” She snatched the brush from my knee and reached out to comb it through my hair. I caught her wrist at the last second, a snarl tearing from my lips. “Do you know what it means to brush a Lion’s mane, pup?” She rolled her eyes. “I don’t know what you think it means, but I think it means I wanna do you a favour and sort out the bramble bush you’re wearing on your head, Roar.” I cracked a smile, guiding her hand down to rest in her lap. “It’s a big deal for Lions.”

“She loves that you’re wild,” I commented, but what I really wanted to say was I love that you’re wild. And I’m so glad you never lost that.

“The Incubus steps out of the room, bleeding and battered and says, ‘Now, where is that lady with the splinter in her foot…’”

I did laugh

“Looking sharp, brother.” I stepped back, slapping on a taunting grin and he smirked right back at me. “I would say the same to you, but it would be a total lie. Orange isn’t really your colour,” he laughed and I joined in as we moved to the table and dropped into seats opposite each other.

LEO!!!