8 comments/ 33447 views/ 18 favorites Grey Sky Ch. 01 By: Sonic_the_fox Shaking her head groggily, Lily fought to hold onto the darkness. She was having a nice dream; Strong, firm legs pressing open her thighs; The overwhelming smell of masculinity and pine trees; Teeth lightly grazing the tender flesh of her neck then tracing a trail down towards her pert nipple. This was pleasant enough, but Lily wanted more. She wanted this dream to hold her down and possess her completely. She wanted to FEEL the teeth over her dusky pink nubs. She wanted to feel them tighten as this dream-man's tongue flicked over then around the hard little peaks. But like any good dream, the more she tried to control it, the more it slipped away. She was aware of the lips trying to move away from her breasts, 'no', she thought, intent on holding the head to her chest. When her hands failed to wind through the man's hair, she became aware of the dull ache in her arms. It was distracting, to say the least. As more of the fog lifted from her mind, she put two and two together, her hands were tied above her head. Giving a pull to test how secure her binding was, the already raw flesh over the pulse point on her wrists ripped in futile objection. This wasn't how the dream should go. Fighting the chill creeping through her gut, Lily let go of the darkness completely, this wasn't how the dream was supposed to go. A rough finger thrust it's way between her soft curls at the apex of her thighs, she struggled uselessly to shut her legs, at the same time another digit skimmed the tight hole between her cheeks. Snapping her eyes wide open, Lily screamed as she realised that this wasn't a dream. A mirthless chuckle came from behind her as the fingers were, thankfully, removed. "Awww look Rick, our little trophy has woken up. Not enjoying it as much now, are you peach? If I had to look at that ugly cunt in front of you, I'd want to shut my eyes too!" The man called Rick roughly slapped one of her heavy, pale breasts, causing it to smack loudly against the other. "You can look anywhere the fuck you want doll-face. Won't change a bloody thing." Lily, trying not to scream again looked him in the face. Three fresh, ragged scars lined the man's left jaw from his ear across to the opposite collarbone. Someone had tried to take his head off in the last few months. 'Shame for me they failed', Lily thought. Small, cruel eyes looked out from an over-large head. A badly set nose and missing eye tooth finished the 'look' nicely. Desperately trying to remember how she got here, Lily fought against the panic starting to overwhelm her. She had been at home in her bedroom of the shared flat she lived in. She remembered getting into her pyjamas and going to sleep in her single bed as usual. Aside from the 'dream' that was it. Questions started to race through her mind. How had she gotten here? Where was here? Why was she tied up? She didn't, however, need to ask what these two men wanted as the man behind her moved around into her field of vision, stroking an obscene bulge through his jeans. He was slightly more attractive than his partner Rick, but still, he looked about as kind as a jail-house rapist. "D'you want this? Well I'm sorry peach, but you're going to have to wait." Relief flooded through Lily as she realised she wasn't going to be a victim just yet. "Don't worry though, after the Alpha has got what she wants out of ya then you're all ours." Jail-house grinned and a mad gleam sparked in his eyes. Lily felt a sense of surreality settle over her. Maybe she was still dreaming. Admittedly a shit dream, but it made more sense than the current situation. More questions pushed into her mind. Who the hell was 'the Alpha', was she embroiled in some sort of crazy army terrorist plot? This had to be a dream. "Why am I here?" Speaking finally, Lily was amazed her voice betrayed none of the fear and confusion she felt. "You'll find out soon enough!" With that, Jail-house pushed Rick towards the door of the dank room. Winking back at Lily, he dangled the key at her before slamming the door shut and the ominous sound of the lock sliding home echoed through the room. Lily finally took in her situation; She was completely naked, chained upright, in a barren tiled room. Toes barely touching the floor, she had no leverage to move. A small rectangle of daylight shone from behind her somewhere. The white floor was cracked and dirty and sloped towards a filthy drain underneath her feet. A chill ran through her as she realised that this was most definitely reality. "FUCK!" ***** Vicky stared at the two shivering pups huddled together on the newspaper covered floor, not really seeing them. Grateful that, at last, they had quit whimpering and succumbed to sleep. Her plans had started to come together and for that, she was pleased. The little white pup snuggled closer to his black furred sister and Vicky held her breath. While her acquisition of the two children in front of her was serendipitous, it was also outside of what she had planned. She needed some time to fully consider her options and she would be unable to do that with two pairs of terrified eyes staring at her and constant yipping. She'd already had to clean up two 'accidents'. Hearing coarse language and loud chuckling, Vicky looked out of the grimy office window across the deserted factory floor. Rick and Dan were approaching the metal stairs leading to the small room. With a glimpse back at the pups to check they really were sleeping, Vicky tip-toed out the room, quietly closing the door. Meeting them halfway down the stairs Vicky whispered, "Shut up." The two men grumbled their objections but stopped chatting. "If those two brats in there wake up because of you, then you're looking after them." "Fine, if they start any of their shit then I'll just tie them up and gag them. Problem solved." Rick crossed his hairy arms over his wide frame and looked Vicky square in the eye, nonplussed. "We can't do that, you stupid cur. How do you think Alpha McCloud will react if he finds out we mistreated his Beta's kids? He may be losing it but he won't let that slide." Vicky huffed, frustrated with the constant explanations required. "If we can arrange a trade in the next forty eight hours AND he gets the pups back unharmed then I can't see him chasing us for too long." "It's always a matter of pride with that old dog. What will you do about Grey?" "That's none of your fucking business Dan. You're a fighter, not a thinker." Vicky spat out, angry at how much he was able to see. She'd have to keep a close eye on him. "Is the girl awake?" Dan's face turned to a cold mask, his voice strained, "Yeah." "Well. Has she said anything?" "Nope." "Want us to make her talk, boss?" Rick asked, his dim eyes brightened with ideas. "No. You guard the office door. Do not wake up the pups. Dan, go find some clothes and food for the girl. We may need to keep her for a little while. I think I'll go introduce myself." ***** Hearing the key in the door, Lily tried her best to look unafraid and confident. She would have succeeded if it hadn't been for the shivers wracking her frame. The room she was in had no heating source and heaven only knew how long she had been strung up. The sensation in her fingers was almost gone and her usually pale skin had taken a blue tinge. Expecting to see one of the huge men who had pawed at her before, Lily was surprised to see a woman come through the door. Even though she was dressed practically in black cargo pants and a long sleeved top, the blonde was absolutely stunning. Glossy hair tied back into a high pony tail and a beautifully regal face, with just a hint of make-up, looked absurdly out of place with the back drop of this meat cellar. Lily tried not to gasp as a chilly draft blew through the open door. A fleeting smile crossed the taller woman's face before a mask of concern wiped it away. "Oh, you poor girl." The eloquent, insincere tone put Lily on edge. This woman was a different league to the two men she had woken up to. "Are you the... Alpha?" Tinkling, light laughter echoed off the tiles. "I see my boys are somewhat loose lipped. Yes. I am the Alpha. Or rather, I will be." Lily didn't know what to say to that enigmatic statement. She seemed to be amassing even more questions. The smiling woman looked down at her, crossing the room and standing behind Lily. Lightly tanned hands rested on pale shoulders. "I am sorry you've found yourself in such a predicament." Vicky crooned as she started to massage the knots out of Lily's back. "I never meant for you to end up like this." Her talented hands glided over Lily's skin, scorching hot against the cold flesh. Working ever lower, Vicky lightly brushed the top of her ass, gently caressing the round globes. Bringing her hands back up, she let the tips of her fingers drag a trail up Lily's side, causing the bound woman to gasp again, this time at her body's unwanted reaction. Lily was no prude but she had never been intimate with another woman before. The tenderness of the blonde's caresses was relaxing and she was surprised to feel wet heat begin to pool between her legs. Stopping just underneath her large breasts, Vicky traced lazy patterns across Lily's creamy skin. Absent-mindedly edging nearer the rock hard pink tips, Vicky leaned next to the loose, mahogany hair hiding Lily's ear and whispered, "Where is the crest?" "Hmmmm?" "Tell me where you've hidden it." Trying to get her brain to work, Lily couldn't understand what she was being asked. "What crest?" Vicky's satiny tone vanished as her nails dug into the soft mounds, forcing a cry from the other girl. "Don't fuck with me Jen. The Wulver crest. I know you have it." "My name's Lily. What the hell are you talking about?" Vicky froze, clenching her long red nails and forcing tiny drops of blood from each point. "You are Jennifer Toovey, you are an archaeology student at Edinburgh University, you recently took a trip to the Shetland Isles where you came across the Wulver crest carved from the ancient Wulver stone. Where. Is. It?" "Jen is my room-mate. She hasn't been back to the flat since she left for Shetland." Letting go of the abused flesh, Vicky came around to see the confusion in Lily's large, blue eyes. 'Shit', she thought, 'That little bitch is telling the truth'. Mind whirring, Vicky ran a hand through her hair, messing up her pony tail. "It appears I have made a mistake." Lily could only stare mutely at the scheming woman in front of her. Where was Jen then, and what the hell did this crest have to do with anything? A slow smile widened the blonde's full lips. "Ok, here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to let you down and make you more comfortable. Then, when I get back, you're going to tell me everything you know about your 'friend'. IF you're a good girl and help me, then after that, you're free to go." The blonde was still smiling but her green eyes were cold and hard. Lily smiled back, playing along. "Just like that?" "Just like that. IF you tell me what I need to know" With that, Vicky crossed the room and passed through the still open door. Seconds later, Jail-house entered and put a pile of clothes and covered tray just inside the door. Pulling out a mean looking flick knife, he slid the tip across the soft skin of her flaring hips, slowly tracing the outline of Lily's ample curves before reaching above her head and cutting the rope suspending her from the ceiling. Letting her drop unceremoniously to the cold floor, he left the room, locking the door once again. Lily couldn't move. The blood returning to her numb limbs felt like her nerves had been set on fire. Impotently waiting for the burning to subside, her mind churned through the conversation she'd just had. She had no idea what she'd been dragged into, alphas, wulvers and crests meant nothing to her. She did know one thing for certain. The well-spoken woman had no intention of letting her go. She was going to die here. Grey Sky Ch. 02 Lily huffed out a lungful of air as she jumped to reach the ledge of the small, high window in the cell. Grabbing the sill, she wormed her fingers across the thin strip of wood, gaining enough purchase to pull herself up. Feet scrabbling against the wall, Lily's shoulders almost levelled with her wrists, all she could see was a huge expanse of blue sky; It's horizon jagged with the tips of an evergreen forest. 'Just a few inches more,' she thought with hope, 'and I might be able to see some landmark, or a road, or even people.' For the third time, however, Lily's arms gave out before anything useful came into her line of vision. Sliding down the chilly tiles, she rubbed her hands on the soft jersey of her pants. "Fuck!" What had been a small knot of fear, just under her heart, was now a cold panic, seeping into every bone in her body. "Why do I have to be so short?" Her voice quickly lost in the empty cell. "And so weak." She thought of all the times she had skipped going to the gym with Jen, to watch a movie or read a book. It made her want to cry. Lily cursed at the barred glass. "You're just there, just high enough to taunt me. What's the bloody point in having a window if no one can reach it?" She had no idea how long she'd been locked in the room, long enough to notice the sunlight on the tiles creep it's way across one wall to the next. It had shrunk into a small rectangle and was now taking on the tell-tale orange glow of dusk. Lily eyed the bare bulb hanging from the centre of the ceiling. Yellowed with age and covered in dust, it clearly hadn't been used in years. She shivered at the thought of being trapped in the dark. Storming across to the door, she pulled on the cold vertical bar with enough force to jar her wrist, hoping that, this time, it might do something different. She knew pushing it wouldn't help but Lily pushed all the same. Between her various attempts with the door and window, her palms and fingers had begun to ache, but again she ran them across the hinges and seals trying to find some way to get out. Crouching down, she rammed her thumb into one of the screws securing the handle to the door. Twisting first with the flesh of her digit then the nail, Lily could swear she felt it begin to give... until her nail broke. "Fuck!" She screamed in pain and frustration before thrusting her thumb in her mouth and crumpling to the floor, leaving a bloody smear of defeat behind her. She wasn't getting out unless someone opened it for her, Lily realised with despair. The severity of her situation dawned on her and Lily's mind became a swamp of dark thoughts. The tiles she sat on froze to her core and the air suddenly became too thick to breathe. 'I'm all alone, and it's getting dark, and I'm probably going to be killed by those sick bastards.' Her heart raced as her bottom lip trembled. Her vision clouded as tears made her blue eyes sparkle, spilling onto flushed, high cheekbones. "I'm just going to die here," She mumbled around her thumb, thinking of how Jailhouse and Rick would surely get their fun before they kill her. "And no one will know," Her voice cracked and rasping sobs echoed off the dirty tiles. "I won't have a funeral," She thought of all the friends she'd never say goodbye to. "I'll just be left to rot," She thought of the family she'd never get to have. "In those bloody woods." Tasting the tears on her lips, Lily let out a shaky breath. Then laughed mirthlessly. If her mother could see her now, Lily thought, a grown woman crying on the floor, sucking her thumb, complaining to an empty room. Her mother had raised her single handedly and lived her life by the motto 'A woman is capable of anything she needs to do'. Just the thought of the tenacious woman gave Lily some comfort. 'I'm stronger than this.' She decided, pulling her thumb from her mouth and trying to steady her breath. "I'm stronger than this." There was a very good chance today would be her last and even if she was stuck in a dark, inescapable cell, crying away her last hours like a scared child would help her as much as bending over for Jailhouse and Rick. They would love to have her like this too; Weak and vulnerable. Sniffing back the last of her fear, Lily stood and stretched as tall as her height would allow. She had always found it relaxing to stretch out her worries, it was second only to a massage, but somehow she couldn't see herself asking her captors to rub her back. 'So,' she thought, bending at the waist to loosen her tight neck and shoulders, the ends of her mahogany hair pooling on the floor, 'what do I know about my kidnappers?' She knew they wanted something called the Wulver crest. The blonde woman was their 'alpha', whatever the hell that was. And they had intended to kidnap Jen. "Where the hell are you, Jen?" Lily rose, staying still as the blood rushed from her head. She was getting worried about her friend, 'but then again,' she thought, laughing at the irony, 'at least you've not been locked in a dingy room by some nut-jobs'. Closing her eyes, Lily focused on what she could actually do. She could either tell the blonde tart everything she knew about Jen, possibly endangering both their lives, or... what? She could try to lie. Lily discounted that option immediately, she was a terrible liar and anyway, she thought, what good would it do? Staring at the tray of uneaten food, she conceded there was nothing she could do for herself other than rest up and be ready for whatever tomorrow might throw at her. If it came at all. ***** "Papa said we have to be strong." "I don't care, I'm not movin'." "But Papa-" "We can't hear Papa any more, they took us too far away." The little black wolf was just as unsettled as her brother was that she couldn't 'talk' to her father any more. This was the first time they had ever been so far away that they couldn't hear their own family, let alone the rest of the pack. She'd hadn't realised how reassuring it was to just think the words and have her parents or any of the grown-ups in her extended family hear her. Trying to ignore the fear threatening to overwhelm her, she decided they needed to do something. "Tyler, Papa said we need to remember everything, the smells, the colours, anything that sticks out, and we can't do that hiding under our paws." Beth thought back to last night when they were taken. They were asleep in the common room of the Alpha's house, Papa had been in a meeting with him and it ran late. When she woke up, they were in the back of a van, bouncing in the dark as it sped them away from their home. The first thing she had done was call for her father but when he replied she could barely make him out. She remembered her shock at feeling, for the first time, fear coming from her father through their bond. Tyler had woken then, distraught that they had been taken so far. Her father had tried to comfort him as much as he could. Then, when he realised they were about to leave the pack range, he told them; "OK my little dominoes, I know you're frightened but you need to be strong for me and your Mama. Soon, you're not going to be able to hear us or the pack. You need to keep your ears and noses open, anything you see, remember it. You two take care of each other and the first chance you get, you fur up and run north. Run until you can't breathe. We're coming...you...love...so much..." Then they were alone. Beth saw her brother shake violently . His small white frame curled in on itself and the pungent stain on the papers below, painted a picture of fear and defeat. She nudged repeatedly at his side, trying to get him to move. Beth couldn't bear for Rick to see him again like this. The last time he'd come in, he'd laughed harshly at her brother, calling him a girl and unfit to be a Beta's son. That had resulted in the stain. Beth knew they just had to hold it together until their parents or the Alpha came for them, then they could cry all they want. But right now, she decided, we need our wits about us. Guilt seeped through her as an idea started to form. Butting against her brother more insistently, she jumped around him. Moving away then skipping back, playful barks filled the office. With growing hope that her plan was working, she saw her brother's ears rising a little in response to her energetic game. "Oh man, just you wait 'till we get back. I'm tellin' everyone you pee'd on the floor like a scared little coyote." Tyler's unusual blue eyes bored into hers with malice. "You wouldn't dare," he growled. Darting back after nipping his paws, Beth saw Tyler's hackles rise. When Rick had insulted him, the little pup had no choice but to sit and take it, but his sister's teasing? 'Well,' Beth thought, 'I can't see him letting me get away with that!' Before she knew what had hit her, Beth was on the floor, squirming away from her brother's strong attacks. High-pitched growling, snapping jaws and occasional yelps punctuated the blur of black and white fur rolling across the carpet. Beth was struggling to keep up with her brother's charges. Although they were the same age and height, the white wolf had started to form more muscle, giving him a stocky appearance and an advantage in a fight. The black wolf held little bulk, her lithe frame and skinny legs more suited to running through the forest. Crashing loudly into a filing cabinet under the large window, both pups froze as the brown unit fell to the floor. With a deafening crash, it hit the grubby tiled carpet. Two of it's three drawers pushed open on the first bounce and on the second, they spewed their contents into the room. Old invoices, letters and reports all in various shades of yellow and all with the same meat cleaver letterhead, flew through the air before covering what seemed like every surface from the window to the door. Beth and Tyler's identical blue eyes met as, in unison, they thought to each other, "That was your fault." The pups barked out their amusement and continued their scuffle, all thoughts of reconnaissance gone. **** "You know the place?" Vicky spat out, "...11pm then." Growling loudly and nearly throwing her phone in anger, she ended the call. Grateful that she had wanted some privacy, Vicky had left the packing floor through the door opposite the office. The empty delivery bay gave her a good view of the approaching road and was enough of a distance from the red brick building so that Dan and Rick couldn't overhear her. scraping her hands through her, now dishevelled, ponytail, she ripped the band out in frustration. Shaking out her long blonde hair and rolling her shoulders, she focused on calming her wolf. Everything was starting to unwind. All Dan had to do was get the Toovey girl into their hands and he'd mucked it up. Her wolf paced in her mind, baring her teeth in anger at his incompetence. Both her and her beast were frustrated that they had to trust in him, The Association had guaranteed his worth but she was starting to question that now. She simply couldn't believe that a mere human could be so hard to trace and she was quite certain her employers wouldn't believe it either. She'd be lucky to keep her head for this. And now, what should have been an easy ransom of hostages is starting to look like a nightmare. She had to get the old man to give up the pack's birth records. The Association had been quite clear on that. Acquiring the pups hadn't been part of the plan but it should have made things easier to get the information, not harder. McCloud always put his pack before possessions, she knew he'd trade almost anything to get the twins back but Grey, not only was he was too shrewd for that; He had too much to prove. He'd try to get his young pack members home safely and capture her while he was at it. Her steps were measured and thoughtful as she crossed the empty yard. Green eyes darted over the bare brick walls and cracked concrete paving, not seeing any of it. Her first plan may be out the window but an idea was beginning to form in Vicky's mind. Grey's a sneaky bastard, she thought, but he has nothing on a woman. Her wolf stopped it's growling, becoming less distressed. The beast seemed pleased that it's human was taking control of the situation again. Failure meant death, success would give her the power she deserved. Looking for Rick, Vicky pushed open the small door set into the rolling shutters of the packing bay. She found him sitting on the bottom step of the metal stairs leading to the office. He was smiling grotesquely as he pulled the legs off a beetle in his palm. "Rick, change of plan, you're not going to the drop off." He frowned in confusion, "I was supposed to drive the brats?" "Like I said, change of plan. Dan and I will go meet with McCloud and his boy wonder-" "I thought the ransom was supposed to be with the old man alone?" "Change. Of. Plan." Vicky stressed each syllable through gritted teeth. "You will stay here with the pups. And the girl." At this news, Rick smiled again. Vicky's eyes swirled with amber at his stupidity. "Leave the girl alone, that's an order." Rick pouted his lower lip, "But you said-" "I said you could have her AFTER we finish the interrogation. She'd be useless to me if you got your paws on her first." Somewhat appeased, the large man shrugged and looked at the squashed bug in his hand. Vicky turned to leave but hadn't taken a step before a loud crash came from the room above. Turning smoothly back around, she noticed papers sticking to the window then glared at Rick, who only shrugged again. "I wasn't supposed to wake them up." "Of course, shall we be quiet as mice and let those little darlings sleep some more?" Vicky said sarcastically Rick shrugged again, not understanding. "Um, maybe." Shaking her head, Vicky tried to calm her wolf, who wanted to attack the stupid man. "Move the pups and clean up the room. We need to leave the building without a trace of our presence." She crossed the room to find Dan but as Vicky neared the corridor leading to the old stock rooms and meat cellars, she became aware of the distinct lack of action behind her. Turning again she found Rick, still at the bottom of the stairs, his face in an expression that could only be described as painful. Having seen this look too many times since forming their mercenary pack, Vicky realised he was thinking. "What?" "How do I clean the room if the pups are in there?" "How do you manage to successfully clothe yourself?" Vicky asked, the disbelief clear in her voice. "I don't care how you do it. Put them in another room." "But how can I guard them if I'm tidying here?" Vicky snapped, "Lock them in the cell with the human then!" she screamed, "Is there anything else I can think through for you or can I use my mind for my own tasks?" Rick opened his mouth to reply as she shot him with a cold, emerald stare. Thinking better of it, he closed his mouth and shook his head. As Vicky waited, to make sure he moved, she heard him mumble to himself "That's not a bad idea." Rubbing the dead bug onto his pants, Rick climbed the stairs with a grimace on his face. "Good boy." Vicky said icily and left the packing floor before he could display some other idiocy and make her lose control. ***** The human, he could have fun with, Rick smirked to himself. But children, what use are they? Reaching the door, he yanked it open to stare into the dark interior of the office. His eyes, although better than human, still took a few seconds to adjust to the dim room. There was paper everywhere and an acrid stench of piss. Growling at the work he'd have to do, he looked for the culprits. "Stop hiding or it'll be worse when I find you." Two noses, one black and one pink, poked out from a particularly large pile beside the overturned filing cabinet. Crawling forward on their belly, the pups silently obeyed. "I should tie you in a bag and throw you in the river," Rick spat with disgust "Yer just lucky Vicky can use you." He stepped toward the frightened pups, who instinctively shuffled back, until they hit the wall. Seeing their fear, Rick laughed, his mean eyes shining. "You're gettin' moved. Now change." The pups didn't know what to make of this, glancing nervously at each other. The white wolf was the first to comply, his fur melting back into his body, revealing a little boy with hair so blonde it was almost white. Sitting cross-legged without a stitch of clothing on, his skin had a uniform tan from six summers spent playing in lakes and forest. His eyes, such a dark brown they were almost black, focused on the pup next to them, widening in surprise then showing annoyance. The black pup sat back on two legs and with far more speed, her fur melted away too, becoming a little girl. She was almost identical to her brother in every way apart from being a little smaller, a little more lithe. Rick noticed none of this as he idly scratched his head. "Move it then. You're goin' in with the human" he said, reaching for the twins to drag them to the door. Recoiling away from him, confusion clear on his face, the boy stammered out with a small voice, "But, shouldn't we have clothes if we're going near humans? They never walk about naked." Rick looked at them as if seeing them for the first time. "Vicky never said..." He started, then remembered the look on her face as she left. Maybe he shouldn't bother her. "You'll get clothes." With that he pulled them by the arm to the door. "I want none of your crap or I'll beat ya. Don't care what she says, if I got a reason to..." He trailed off, mumbling to himself. Stumbling down the stairs behind the monster of a man, Beth gave a reassuring smile to her brother. ***** Vicky walked down the corridor, past the warren of small rectangular rooms that had been used for holding stock, archives and other various necessities of the factory. At the other side of the building was the sturdier meat cellar that she had put the girl in. Dan, she knew had taken one of the empty rooms nearer there. It dawned on her, as she approached his 'room', that it should be him coming to her. She should be summoning him. Her pack may be newly formed but there was no question in her mind, she was the Alpha. The Association had made it so. But, in her eyes, Rick and Dan seemed to be showing a distinct lack of respect. Constant questioning, having to order them twice before they'd act; An Alpha doesn't tolerate that. Old man McCloud was never treated that way by his subordinates, he commanded respect and loyalty. Her wolf was all for a show of strength to get Rick and Dan to submit. While it would be noble, Vicky knew she couldn't beat them in a fair fight. Right now, she was too weak. Their attitude irked her though. Both of them were cretins with no appreciation for her intelligence. Once she handed over the information The Association needed, she'd get enough power to rule her own pack with an iron fist. For now, however, she'd need to keep them in line using her other talents. Rick was easy to manipulate, a little tough love then a compliment or two and he was putty in her hands. Dan was smarter than that, but he wanted her. She'd seen the way he looked at her and thankfully, he wasn't as ugly as Rick. She rearranged her small pert breasts in her bra, and unbuttoned the top of her shirt to make full use of her perfectly formed cleavage. Shaking her hair back over her shoulders, she thought to herself 'A girl's gotta do...' Dan was biting into a mouthful of steak as Vicky turned the corner. He had claimed an office with a tatty sofa taking up most of the wall to the right of the door. She was sure he'd heard her coming from the other side of the building. Standing in the doorway, she parted her full, pink lips slightly and smirked confidently. He watched as her teeth scraped the soft flesh to bite down on her lower lip. He was entranced by the small movement and she could almost see the connections his mind made. Just to emphasise her point, she licked her lips sensuously and sighed as she sashayed over to sit beside him. Grey Sky Ch. 02 "A small change of plan, Dan" She cooed, looking up from under her eyelashes, "McCloud won't meet us without Grey." Dan swallowed the now well-chewed meat. "And you agreed to go." She caught a brief glimpse of amber in his eyes before he controlled his wolf and Vicky smiled inwardly. He was ready to fight her, coming to him now had been the right decision, he definitely needs to be tamed. Lowering his head like the good Beta he was meant to be, she felt somewhat pacified, glad that his actions showed submission, even if he did have to fight his wolf to do so. In a level voice, he added, "What do we do?" Pressing her thigh close against his, Vicky could feel the heat coming off him, though in anger or lust, she wasn't sure. "We go meet them." Dan growled, "I don't like it, with Rick holding the pups that only leaves the two of us to deal with McCloud and his boy. It's too much of a fair fight, and there's no way they'd meet us without some back up hidden nearby." Vicky smiled and trailed a finger down his olive green vest. "That's why we're not bringing Rick and the pups." She watched him as he processed the information. When he understood her plan, he looked up with bemused respect. Vicky simply raised her perfectly arched brow. "Insurance. Our safety for the location of the twins. Clever." Shaking his head, Dan thought it through, "From what I know of McCloud, if he has a way to return the twins safely without anyone getting harmed then he'll take it. And it's not like he'd know the importance of the information he's giving away." Dan's square face split into a wolfish grin, he grabbed Vicky's hand, which had made it's way to the top button of his cargo pants. "Looks like you have everything under control." Smiling coquettishly, Vicky knew she had won this skirmish. The fire in his eyes was completely unguarded and his huge muscular body was wound tight, ready to pounce. "Hmm, well, almost everything." She purred, "We don't need to make the drive for an hour and I find myself at a loose end..." She left the statement unfinished as an open invitation. Dan gripped her hand harder and froze with half a seconds indecision. Then he was on her. Vicky's heart beat wildly, kicking out a huge dose of adrenalin as she was knocked onto her back with overwhelming force. He grabbed her other hand and pinned them both above her head. His heavy thigh muscles pressed against her legs, flexing and forcing them wide. She could almost feel the heat from the straining bulge in his pants, just a bit too far to grind against. Dan held his lips a fraction of an inch above hers, his warm breath and close proximity was invading her senses and filling her nose with the scent of leather and musk. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, a little voice objected. She was the Alpha, she shouldn't let herself be controlled like this. But when she tried to draw strength from her wolf, the stupid dog was on it's back, neck bared in glee. Even her body was ignoring common sense, the anticipation of his lips on hers had sensitised her skin, his warm breath sparking pleasure as if it were a caress. She squealed in surprise as Dan bit her cheek. "Boring you am I?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Vicky didn't like the look in his eyes, they were too confident, like he knew something she didn't. Then he pressed his cock hard into her crotch and she lost all coherent thought. Moving both of Vicky's wrists to one of his huge, rough hands, he fisted the other in her hair then mashed his lips against hers. Again, her heart raced at the sudden force and heat spread through her body as Dan began to grind against her core while fucking her mouth with his tongue. He had her stretched out beneath him, she could barely move and he was taking exactly what he wanted from her. Her wolf was ecstatic. Dan broke off his assault on her lips, pulling back to reach down and rip Vicky's shirt apart. He stilled briefly, staring hard at the small, pert mounds barely encased in a scrap of black silk. Freeing her wrists, he covered her breasts with both hands, staring glassy eyed as he massaged them through the fabric. Vicky's heavy breathing turned into small moans and her pelvis rose to meet Dan's thrusts. Still entranced by her breasts, he rose, stepping back and grunting "Strip". A little stunned by his dominance, she almost wanted to deny him, but the ache deep in her body betrayed her. She may have started this to manipulate him but now all she wanted was to feel his shaft slamming into her. Standing up in front of the sofa, she unclasped her bra, rubbing her breasts with the soft material before letting it fall to the floor. Checking to see she still had Dan's attention, Vicky unbuttoned her pants, removing them and her black silk panties in one fluid motion. Stepping out of her shoes and the puddle of clothes at her feet, she felt his eyes roam across her body. Made bold by his obvious need she pressed toward him, so her hot skin was inches from his body. His eyes were completely amber now and staring down past her hard brown nipples to the apex of her thighs. Vicky twined her fingers with his then gently placed them on her mound. Moaning softly as they slid across her wet folds, she pushed them past her sensitive nub to the entrance of her pussy. Dan took over immediately, his rough fingers pressing into her tight hole. Her breath came in short pants as he thrust two digits in up to the knuckle. Her tight channel started to spasm, as he pumped his hand once, then again, before pulling out completely. Confused by the forceful entry, then sudden emptiness, Vicky looked to Dan, needing him to be inside her again. Fingers, cock, she didn't care so long as he didn't stop this time. Dan grabbed Vicky's hips, turning her around and forcing her to kneel on the sofa, coming down to kneel on the floor behind her. Facing away from him she braced her hands on the wall as he ran his teeth across her firm ass, almost hard enough to break the skin. Vicky moaned loudly at the abuse, unsure if it was in pain or pleasure. Feeling his strong hands press her thighs apart, she had no choice but to comply. She tried not to whimper as his nose pressed into her cunt, inhaling her scent deeply and licked at her swollen clit. Rising, he licked his way over the bite mark on her firm ass and up her tanned back, only to leave another red mark on her shoulder. Unable to take any more teasing, Vicky turned to see Dan unbutton his pants, his cock springing free. He held back for a second, pumping his hand slowly along his member, then rubbed the tip of his fat head into her scorching folds, coating it in her flowing juices. Vicky was trembling by the time he reached her entrance. Expecting another rough thrust like he had with his fingers, she tried to relax, hoping to accept him without much pain. Instead a hand snaked up the curve of her waist, his callouses causing a delicious friction that made her body shiver. His fingers spread wide, covering the soft underside of her breast then his thumb and forefinger snapped to her taut peak, teasing a musical cry from her lips. "Please, just fuck me," Vicky asked, her voice small and full of need. With pride evident in his voice, Dan replied, "That's what I wanted to hear", as he slowly sheathed his member with her wet cunt. Mumbling incoherently, Vicky felt her pussy stretch out. Just as she was beginning to struggle with his size, Dan pulled out and thrust in again, each time moving that bit faster. Bringing his other hand to her free breast, he began to rhythmically squeeze them as he pounded into her hole. The combination of Dan's cock mercilessly fucking her and his firm hold on her breasts ignited a slow fire that started tight in her gut and spread through her body. It reached her lungs as Dan thrust hard and Vicky struggled to breathe, she was consumed completely by it. Every muscle in her body tightened and her wordless screams echoed off the bare walls. Grunting behind her, Dan pumped once more as his balls tightened and he shot his load into her channel. Breathing deeply, his cock emptied the last of it's load and he pulled out. Feeling him finish, Vicky was grateful that he hadn't taken too long after her own release. She turned around in time to watch him button his pants. He stood, straightening his clothes, "Going to check the car, we go in half an hour right?" "Half an hour." Vicky replied, lying down as he left the room. That's more like it, she thought to herself as she waited for her breathing to return to normal. ***** Tyler watched his bare feet quietly slap on the plastic flooring, not looking where he was being dragged. The only spare clothes Rick could find for them had been women's t-shirts, his an olive green and his sister wore black. Both hung loosely on their frames, covering almost to the elbow and knees. At least they were soft, he thought. Rick's angry mumbling washed over his head as they turned a few corners. Glancing over at Beth he noticed her black eyes darting across everything in their path. 'Oh yeah,' he thought, 'I should be remembering.' Not that there was anything to remember, the corridors were like the office; plain and faded. A sudden jerk on his arm was all the warning he got before stumbling full into Rick's stationary legs. His body momentarily froze as Rick growled, then he jumped as far back as his arm would allow. Beth shot him an annoyed glance then turned her attention to the sturdy metal door in front of them. Tyler heard Rick unlock it then pushed them both roughly into the dim room. Before he could turn around, Rick had slammed the door shut behind them and locked it again. A pale waning moon shed a few beams through the small window, giving his Were eyes more than enough light to see. "This is much worse than the place we were in-" Tyler stopped mid sentence as he spotted the woman in the corner get up from the floor and yawn as if she had just woken. He grabbed his sister, who had already seen her and was giving the stranger wary glances. Beth can smell it too, he guessed, she's a human. Tyler relaxed a little bit, humans weren't as strong as Weres, and this one was only a short female. She was slim but obviously through modest eating; She didn't have any hard angles from exercise. She had the same T-shirt on as his sister but they had given her pants too. Looking down at his bare legs, Tyler figured they wouldn't have fit anyway. He watched as her blue eyes squinted, trying to adjust to the twilight. Her face became a mask of shock as she took in their borrowed clothes, opening her mouth in horror as she registered their bare feet. Tyler was confused, there was no way she could know they were Were, why did she look so afraid? Realising that they couldn't just stare at each other all night, Tyler looked to his sister again; Beth seemed to be as confused as he was, meeting his eyes and raising an eyebrow. Turning back to the woman, who had composed her face a little bit, Tyler took a step towards her. "Are you OK? You don't need to be afraid of us." The woman took a deep breath and tucked her sleek mahogany hair behind her ears. "Oh, I'm not." She said with a strange accent. "Afraid, that is. Are you guys alright? What's happened to you two?" "Yeah we're- ow!" Tyler rubbed his arm where Beth had just hit him, from the daggers in her eyes he was sure silently calling him an idiot. "Ahhh, look I understand, you don't need to tell me." The woman said kindly. "I'm Lily, by the way." She moved back to where she had been sleeping and sat down. "I'm not going to hurt you, or make you do anything you don't want to do." Sighing, she crossed her legs and gave them a small smile. Tyler looked between Beth's stubborn glare then Lily's small smile, he leaned over to his sister her whispered, "I like her, she's good so don't hit me again." Beth simply rolled her eyes, it had been a long time since she'd questioned one of his 'feelings' about someone. "I'm Tyler, and this is my sister Beth. Nice to meet you" He sat down on the cold tiles near her. "Vicky kidnapped us too." Lily's smile faded from her face, "Vicky, is that the blonde woman?" Tyler nodded, absently aware of his sister cautiously sitting down beside him. "Do you know her?" "Sort of, she used to be in our pa-" "Used to be friends with our parents." Beth quickly finished for him, elbowing him in the ribs as she leant towards Lily; who was nodding as if that made sense. Tyler was surprised he hadn't even thought about lying to her. It was one of the Were's oldest laws; Never let the humans find out about them. He'd heard different stories of the humans who had found out about Weres. But it was always up to the nearest pack to deal with them. And they were always given the choice to join the pack, but not all humans did. If they didn't then they got dealt with another way. The pack protects pack. Lily reached over to a covered tray, lifting the foil from the sides, "Are you two hungry? I have a mystery meal here if you'd like to share it?" Beth looked at her as if she was crazy, "Mystery meal?" Leaving the foil on top so the contents were hidden, Lily laughed, "Yup, I'm sure it's food, but what kind is a mystery." Nonplussed Beth sniffed, "It's beef steak and french fries." This time it was Tyler's turn to glare, he would have hit Beth too if she wasn't a girl. Lily ripped the foil off the chipped wooden tray to reveal... a beef steak and fries. "Wow. You've got a hidden talent little lady." Beth's cheeks flushed a little and half shrugged at Tyler. Shaking his head he felt his mouth water at the sight of the cold meat. "Go on, help yourself." Lily appeared pleasantly surprised to see proper cutlery next to the plate, picking them up she cut the steak in half then pushed the tray over between Tyler and his sister. Needing no more encouragement, he handed one half to Beth then began to chew through the cold meat. Tyler was down to his last bite before he realised Lily hadn't eaten anything. Lowering his hands, he looked over at her, eyes full of guilt. Before he could say anything though, she reached across his legs, winking and stealing a couple of fries. Picking at them she leaned against the wall. "So where are you two from then?" "We live in the forest our family own," Tyler replied. "Just outside a small town." Beth added with much more enthusiasm now she had been fed. "They brought us south, in the van. Took a couple of hours." Lily looked amazed to hear this, "Wow, so if we got out of this room, you'd know how to get home?" Through a mouthful of fries, Beth nodded and mumbled something that Tyler thought sounded like 'sure'. Lily was looking at them again with curiosity. "So how old are you guys?" "Six and one month" Tyler replied, starting to feel safe for the first time in hours as Lily smiled down on them. "No way, you guys look way too strong to be six." "We're strong and we're six." Beth laughed. "Well, I'm thinking that half a cold steak isn't going to help you get any stronger, what do you say we try to escape?" Tyler looked to Beth, who had shifted forward to get closer to the tray. "That's a great idea." Her face fell, "How do we do that?" "Do you know how many people are holding us, apart from Vicky?" "Just Dan and Rick." Tyler grimaced as he said Rick's name. Picking up on this Lily bent over to their height and in a stage whisper, "I don't like them either." At this, Beth grinned, "It's OK, our papa's gonna get them." Lily smiled back. "I hope he does."