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Piglets

T he lights in my cell never turn off, but they dim to a low, warm glow when I expect the Hunters want me to sleep. I’ve already rubbed myself to completion numerous times, not able to erase the image of Brick’s smokey eyes from my brain. I assume it’s been several hours, and I think the drugs are lessening. I’m beginning to feel more like myself. As reality settles over me, I kind of wish they’d drug me again. I nearly vomit, thinking about myself so vulnerable as the Hunters watched me with hungry stares.

I’m ready for sleep to take me into its darkness and end the horrible images from my mind, but my door creaks open. My heart hammers, and I sit up. Part of me fears it’s one of the evil men wanting to take what they missed out on. A more significant part of me hopes it’s Brick coming to save me. Or fuck me. Honestly, both would be nice.

I must be in some higher being’s favor, because Brick slinks through the partially open doorway, glancing down the hall before peering at his phone in his hand. Well, I guess the higher being doesn’t like me too much since I am trapped in some perverted torture prison, but I count my blessings when I can.

The moment his gaze meets mine, desperate and assessing, I realize the drugs haven’t worn off at all. My weak attempts to satisfy my raging need were all for nothing because all I can focus on is my overwhelming arousal. I can’t even work my legs to move toward him. My breath weighs me down as I attempt to hold myself up on my cot.

“Carmen, I’m so sorry,” he says, taking small steps toward me.

“Brick, I need you.”

He stops in his tracks. “No, Carmen. We have to get you out of here. I’ve been waiting to hear back from the National Department of Supernatural to get a team to get you all out. It’s too risky to do it alone with the extra Hunters here, but they’re taking too long. I’ve bugged all the cameras. Mostly everyone is out celebrating. I’m getting you out now.”

His words register through my brain, but I can’t focus on them. I gulp. “Brick, I don’t know what they gave me, but if you don’t fuck me this second, I feel like I might die.”

He moves closer to me, his face more pained with every step. “They didn’t give you anything.”

This sobers me a bit. “What?”

“I switched the drugs. They give you a sedative every night. I knew if I switched that, they would be onto me, but I couldn’t let them drug you with ecstasy. I couldn’t let them take advantage of you like that.”

My heart beats rapidly, and even though I’m trying to detangle Brick’s words, I stick out my chest, my nipples hard and wanting. “Then what the fuck is going on? Why am I so horny?”

His look is sad as he reaches me, leaning over me and pinning me to lie back on the cot. “Carmen.”

“What?” My hands wrap around his neck, attempting to pull his lips to mine, but he resists. His eyes pass a message to me, and I try to decipher his meaning.

“We’re mates.”

“No,” but even as I say it, I arch my neck, pressing my lips toward him. His resisting ends, and he opens for me, pushing me down against the cot and grinding against me. He pulls away, but I hold on, kissing down his neck, his skin turning rough. “I knew it from the first moment I met you. My kind is more in-tuned to the mating bond,” he says.

“I don’t care.” I groan, attempting to reach for his cock under his slacks. Reason or rationale is a foreign entity to me right now.

“I’m sorry, Carmen. I’m so sorry,” he says, exposing more of his neck for me to lick. I work at unbuttoning him, and he shimmies out of his pants, holding himself up with one arm. I watch as his cock pops free from his briefs, and I gasp. It had been large last time, but now, it’s even more so, thick and juicy and drops of cum dripping from the tip. “I’m sorry, Carmen. You’re at the peak of your ovulation. I can’t help it.”

“Brick, goddamn.” I reach for him, wrapping my fingers around his length, stroking him the best I can, even if it’s a feeble attempt. He works himself out of his pants and briefs completely. When my gaze meets his again, I gasp. I’ve witnessed him on the brink of change before, but he always stops himself. His eyes are the same, but that’s it. I’ve fucked a Were in their wolf form before, but Brick is not in a wolf form. He’s not a werewolf. His ears were wide and flopping from the side of his head. Coarse hair covers all of him except his moist, flat snout. Two short horns crown his head. All this time, I’ve called him a pig because he was a cop, but he really is one.

I’ve heard of all types of variations of Weres, werepigs included. They’re rare, dangerous, and primal. At least that’s what I’ve heard. I’ve never witnessed one. Except now he’s looming over me, cock thrusting in and out of my hand as he works to free my breasts from my thin cotton shirt. And this werepig—impossibly huge and ravenous, isn’t just any werepig No, he’s my mate.

“Do I repulse you?” he asks, a sadness in his voice.

I shake my head, honestly annoyed by the interruption. “No, now please, fuck me,” I beg. I have so much to say to him, question why he didn’t tell me the truth about so many things, and most importantly, to get the fuck out of here, but my body won’t allow for anything else but being completely stretched by the fearsome boar before me. Goddamn, my fucking ovaries. Too bad I’m not letting them get their way completely. No piglets for me anytime soon.

I release his cock, wiggling out of my shorts from underneath him. He pulls my shirt overhead, holding me up in his arm to help. I can’t kiss him on the lips anymore. His piggy snout is in the way, but it doesn’t matter anyway as his wet and warm nose trails down my now bare body, swinging my legs over his shoulder once he meets my end. “God, I need to taste you. I need you on my tongue,” he says, low and gruff, before holding my ass up and bringing his face to my burning core.

Even in my delirious mating frenzy, I can’t deny that the thought of his snout digging its way into my cunt unnerves me, but I don’t let the feeling take hold. Brick is my mate, destined as my perfect match. Whatever he has in store for me will be better than anything I’ve ever experienced.

His tongue meets my seam, long and thick and eager. He laps at me, and I feel myself flooding his mouth. I grab his horns, steadying myself as he licks me, long and languid. A wave of satisfaction runs through me at how perfect his handles are for riding his face. I’ve been eaten out before, but nothing has ever compared to this. His tongue is so wide and bumpy as he runs it over my opening. His wet nose hits my clit as he drives his tongue inside of me, and I cry out, the size of it honestly stretching me.

I bite my fist. Brick said he bugged the cameras so I can hope we aren’t being watched, but I still know not to scream. It’s a surprisingly rational thought, since nothing could stop me from reaching my edge. Not even if a militia of Hunters barged through the door. I’d ignore them entirely and complete my piggy ride.

My body clenches around his tongue, and my insides melt into a mixture of nothingness. My mind erases, only pleasure. Brick whimpers from underneath me, licking me more rapidly as if my rush of liquids is his sustenance. The satisfaction only lasts a moment. I yank on his horns, urging him up my body. The mating frenzy won’t be sated. The only way to end our madness is to be filled and knotted; even then, it won’t last long. I must be stuffed, and then we need to get the fuck out of here so he can pork me some more.

He crawls over me, his body at least doubled in size, his shirt ripped open. I suspect he’s not fully in his pig form, although I have no idea what that looks like. When werewolves shift completely, it’s almost impossible to decipher us from a wolf, except for our size and glowing eyes. Brick isn’t a complete pig. I don’t even know how that would work, so thank God. His face changed, all except his eyes, but his body is just large, covered with thick patches of hair over his chest, arms, and calves.

Of course, I want him desperately because of the hormones running through my body, but I can’t help but marvel at his beauty. Maybe it’s just my mind playing tricks on me. He’s my mate, after all. I’m designed to want him, but he’s just so fearsome, heavy breaths blowing from his snout. He’s fucking hot.

He buries himself in the crook of my shoulder, positioning his cock at my entrance. “Carmen, I can stop. Say the word,” he says against my neck, his breath labored and pained.

“Don’t stop,” I cry.

He inserts himself, not holding back. I bite into his skin to stop my scream, and my body clamps around the pain. He gives shallow thrusts, making room as he works deeper and deeper. I make way for him, pleasure blooming from the edges, turning into something delirious and delectable. He fucks me—hard and fast and without reserve. He reaches his hilt, the semi-deflated knot pushing its way in. A tinge of pain shoots through my body as it enters me, but it’s quickly replaced by euphoria. My body was made for him, after all.

“God, Carmen, you fit me so fucking good,” he says between thrusts. “This cunt is mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.” He drones on, his words a wild plea. We’re reaching our crescendo, our bodies stiffening, and our breaths increase in tempo.

My fangs burst through, and I clamp down on Brick’s shoulder, tasting the metallic tang of blood. He ruts over the edge, slamming home and bursting inside of me. He fills me, seeping out and wetting my ass, but his knot grows, capturing his seed inside of me, filling me so completely I can almost taste him. My second orgasm rolls over me, long and lasting this time. I swim in it, letting it fill every broken piece of me.

Our bodies still, and silence settles over us. For the first time since Brick entered my cell, my mind clears. “Fuck,” I mutter.

Brick looms over me, his features fading back to his usual self. “Fuck.” He stares deep into my eyes.

Now we’re stuck like this.

Brick’s eyes dart over my face, working on untangling something or examining if I’m okay, maybe a bit of both. “This was a mistake.”

Obviously, but I can’t help the sting. He must notice the shift in my expression. He grabs my chin. “No, you’re not a mistake. God, Carmen. I want nothing more than to fuck you for the rest of my days. But, this.” He motions down to where our bodies still connect. “This is a mistake. I was supposed to get you out of here.” He looked like he might cry, completely defeated.

I run my fingers through his hair. “Hey, it’s okay.” It’s not. “We’re still getting out of here. What’s another twenty minutes?”

He scrunches his face. “Twenty minutes? It won’t take that long?”

“Really?”

“Carmen, this isn’t our first time.”

“Yes, but I guess I wasn’t paying attention. There wasn’t a rush last time.”

“Is that how long werewolves take?” He smiles incredulously.

I shrug. “I mean, yeah, I guess.”

He scoffs. “It won’t be that long. Maybe like ten.”

“Hm, I didn’t realize pigs didn’t last long.” I smirk.

“Hey, I can last long. My sperm is just efficient. It doesn’t need twenty minutes to reach the finish line.”

I shrug. “Well, it can be as fast as it wants. It’s not entering that winner’s circle.”

His cocky expression shift. “No, of course. I would never knot you if I didn’t know you’d have control over your body.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Carmen! What kind of man do you think I am?”

I shrug. “I’m just kind of disappointed.”

“Shut the fuck up.” He sighs.

I tsk. “I’m just saying, you know, considering that I actually want it, it would be kind of hot if you just couldn’t control yourself around me.” Maybe it’s the depravity of my situation. Maybe it’s my mind’s sick way to make humor out of a traumatic situation, but I find myself fucking hilarious. I can’t help making him squirm.

“Carmen, you’re imprisoned right now, and instead of breaking you free as I planned, I’m stuck inside of you. I think it’s pretty clear that I can’t control myself around you.”

I consider and shrug. “Touché.”

He exhales, falling into the crook of my shoulder. “God, are you frustrating.”

“Is your cock getting hard?” I wiggle underneath him, feeling his knot deflating and his dick pressing against the walls of my pussy.

He smiles, his teeth pressing against my neck. “Maybe I like your attitude more than I should.”

“That’s one way to get us unstuck.”

He pulls himself free of me, but his lips remain on my neck. His new wave of arousal washes over me with sticky strokes. But he straightens, sitting up and retrieving his clothes.

I sit up, searching for my grey prison uniform. “So… you’re a pig. Like for real.”

He eyes me, stepping into the leg of his pants. “I’m a werepig, yes.”

I nod. It’s silent as he buckles his pants, examining his ripped shirt before pulling it over his shoulders, hanging open thanks to the missing buttons. “Does that bother you?”

I shake my head, reaching for him. “No.” He sits next to me, taking my hand in his. “Just why didn’t you tell me?”

He sighs. “I knew we were mates the minute I saw you. I tried to fight it, tried to keep my distance but life kept throwing us back together. I learned everything I could about you.”

“Is that how you knew where I lived?

“What?” His eyes grow, guilt-ridden.

“When you were drunk, you told me when and how much I bought my house for.”

He drags a hand down his face. “God, I’m an idiot. I can’t apologize enough for that night. I think it was the alcohol and the mating bond that made a mess of my brain. I was all over the place.” He shakes his head, his cheeks red. It’s kind of adorable. He sighs. “Maybe I did some light stalking, but I had to learn more about you.”

I scrunch my lips. “Light, huh?”

He waves his hand. “That’s beside the point. What I’m trying to say is, I never thought I’d find a mate. There aren’t many werepigs, and I didn’t think it was possible to mate with a different species of Weres. But when you burst into my office, raging and accusing me of fucking up my job on purpose, I was so angry. I knew what you were right away; your family’s history was in my files, and it infuriated me.”

“Wanted a pig-lady?”

“No, it’s not that.” He pulls me closer, positioning me on his lap. “I didn’t think you’d want me. You are so beautiful and strong. I’m a hideous beast. I was able to control shifting before, but with you at the height of your ovulation, I couldn’t hold back.”

“I’m glad you didn’t hold back. I think you’re pretty fucking hot.”

He smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His eyes grow somber. “That’s not the only reason I tried to keep you away. I was sent here to infiltrate the Hunters, working as a triple agent. I didn’t want to bring my mate into this mess. And yet…” He looks around the room, his body growing rigid as he stands, pulling me with him. “Come on, we got to get out of here.” The world comes back to view. This is hardly the time to be fucking and sharing our life stories. Our mating frenzy still clearly clouds our judgment, making it hard to think about anything else but each other, even escaping.

As if on cue, steps bring our attention to the opening doorway. Kilo walks through, clapping slowly. My body tenses, and my stomach rolls. Is he fucking serious?

“What a little performance you put on there! I would have come in earlier, but I thought it would be rude to barge in while you two detangled yourselves.”

Brick’s arms tense, and he grows, his pants tightening, and his shirt pulls away from his bare chest. “I wouldn’t get all piggy on me, Brick.” A swarm of guards barge into the room. I’m still under the effects of drugs. If I had my full powers, I could help Brick fight these mortals off, except their eyes are glowing. They’re using the serum composed of werewolf blood.

Brick must notice as well because he doesn’t attack.

Kilo clasps his hands behind his back, rocking on his feet. “I still wouldn’t doubt you if you came in to fuck her, but then you had to share your whole sob story.” He shakes his head. “I’m not an idiot, Brick. I didn’t trust you from the beginning. When Grimm suggested Carmen pretend to like you to get information, I tried to steer them away, but then I thought: why not? I had my instincts about you.” He taps his nose. “One of the benefits of being a Were. I decided to throw you in to see where your loyalty lies. I figured, allowing the Weres to couple you two together would be the perfect test to my theory. Capturing her, bringing you here to watch you.” He shakes his head. “Do you really think I’d give you so much trust—allowing you to be the only one on guard, giving you access to security—when we only just recently decided to allow access to our facility? I don’t know how you made it this far in your police career, honestly. You’re so easy to read. For your sake, I hope it’s just the effects of the mating bond, dumbing you and making you sloppy.” He smiles, and Brick lunges for him, shifting in an instant.

I was right when I suspected he wasn’t entirely in his pig form earlier. He isn’t a pig who walks on four feet, though. He’s bipedal, thunderously large, with hooves replacing his feet. I guess that could explain the hoof prints at the crime scenes. His hands are still humanoid but clawed and covered with thick hair. I can’t look away. Mesmerized by his strange and savage beauty.

Brick almost reaches Kilo, but the guards zoom to meet him. Five surround him, faster than humanly possible, and bring him to the ground. “No!” I yell, not noticing the two guards cornering me, one of them pricking me with a syringe. I struggle against their grip, but it’s no use. My vision tunnels. The last thing I see before everything goes black is Brick pinned down by five guards, clearly drugged with werewolf strength, but struggling still as my werepig thrashes. He watches me, accepting defeat—the same smokey eyes I know so well, riddled with panic.