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The sounds around Cayden were overpowering. The crunch of the leaves and twigs beneath his feet, the harsh panting of his own breathing, the growls let out somewhere behind him. His head hurt with it, impossible to focus. Instinct led him instead of anything else.
He couldn't think beyond the simple command to run. He couldn't tell exactly where Connor was, the sound of him seemed to echo from every direction. He could hear Connor's heart pounding, could almost feel it inside of himself.
His legs burned from exertion, but he pushed through it all. He forced himself to keep going. He dodged through the trees, leaping over roots and rocks. It was a miracle he stayed on his feet the entire time. He was more agile now than he thought he could ever be with this condition.
In the beginning, he knew something wasn't right. The dreams, the aggression, the way he would wake up with blood under his nails some mornings. It was something he couldn't place and though he knew what he was now, he was still struggling to adjust to it. It still didn't feel like it was right or that it was him.
Coming to Lupine Ridge, he'd hoped his life would make more sense. It had only gotten more complicated. He had never expected to be trying to escape someone, especially not someone like Connor. His father.
The ground and sky suddenly became one swirl. His footing had been lost on a small embankment, leaving him to roll down the hill. His body ached as it hit the damp dirt and the hard rocks. He should've discarded his shoes, it was easier to run like this when they were off.
His mind raced and he scrambled back to his feet. He couldn't afford to lose any of the headway he had. He was barely keeping ahead of Connor as it was. His attempt was admirable, but it ultimately didn't matter. A moment after he climbed to his feet, a warm and solid body collided with his back.
Connor’s body forced him back against the ground and a sharp growl pulled itself from Cayden’s throat. He fought and thrashed, attempting to turn over. Fangs sank into the back of Cayden’s throat, not digging in nearly as hard as they could. More than anything, it made him feel like a kitten being scruffed by their mother cat.
The fangs did break the skin, the scent hitting the air almost immediately. Cayden fought less, not wanting to risk Connor taking a chunk out of his throat.
“Stay down,” Connor growled when his teeth moved away and Cayden immediately tried to get up. One hand pressed hard on the middle of his shoulders to force him back down. “You lost, pup. Accept it.”
A snarl rumbled out of Cayden, sounding too harsh to be himself, but he knew it was. This was what he was. Lying on the forest floor, his claws digging into the dirt and the warm weight of Connor's body on top of him, he couldn't deny what he was. Connor laughed at him. The hand on his back slid into his hair, shoving his face rougher onto the ground.
“You’re new to changing, aren’t you?” Connor asked, but Cayden didn’t want to answer. He didn’t want to say anything to him. “You shouldn’t have come here.”
“Go fuck yourself,” He snapped, struggling against Connor once again.
He tried to dislodge his hands, but he couldn’t find enough leverage. Connor had gained too much of the upper hand and he was able to put his full strength into holding Cayden down. His hands pressed almost hard enough to hurt, keeping Cayden from moving even a half inch.
“That’s adorable,” He murmured, his words condescending and cold. “You can barely even growl.”
Teeth snapped down on the side of his throat, breaking skin again. It was harsher now and it earned a deep snarl from Cayden, his own fangs coming out. Claws dug into the earth, tearing through layers of grass and dirt. Connor was warm and heavy on top of him, the bite forcing his blood to pump harder. He could feel saliva and blood beginning to drip down his skin.
“I’m going to kill you,” Cayden’s voice was weak, not as threatening as he’d hoped.
Teeth bit down harder and tears burned behind his eyes. Connor’s head jerked to the side sharply, nearly shaking Cayden like a dog would a toy. He cried out even though he tried not to, the pain shooting through his entire body. He worried that Connor might damage something important, leave him paralyzed and bleeding out on the forest floor. He shoved back as hard as he could and he actually managed to shove Connor away enough to turn over.
His fingers found his throat. It felt like a chunk had been taken out of his skin where Connor’s teeth had been ripped out of his neck. Cayden moved backwards as quickly as he could, trying to climb to his feet, but Connor was faster. He was back on top of Cayden almost immediately, growling as he pressed himself close. Connor wasn’t completely turned yet, maintaining some of his more human features, fur had already begun growing out.
Connor stared down at him for a long moment, Cayden could feel a shift in the air. He didn't know what had caused it, but it became more clear once Connor’s body rocked down into him. The motions were slow at first, each movement purposeful and strong. He gasped-more out of surprise than anything-and his fingers found Connor's unruly hair.
He held him tight, fully intending to shove him away again. He didn't, though. Once his fingers wound into Connor's hair, the rest of his body weight pressed down onto Cayden. There was absolutely no space between them now, no leverage for Cayden to push off against. He was trapped entirely between Connor's warm body and the cold ground.
Connor rocked into him harder, settled between Cayden’s forced open thighs. He could feel that Connor was already hard and he wondered when that had happened. But more importantly, how had he missed it? He wasn't surprised Connor got off on the brutality. He contemplated telling him he was his son in hopes it would stop it, the words never formed.
Cayden growled weakly. The sound seemed to die halfway out of his throat. It earned a laugh from Connor and it made him even more upset. He shoved into Connor as hard as he could, but stopped moving altogether when he realized it was just rubbing himself along Connor’s clothed cock.
“This isn't right,” Cayden told him and he wanted to laugh at how stupid he sounded.
What did Connor care about right and wrong?
“You're a wolf, pup. We're wolves,” Connor’s voice was tighter now and breathy, clearly affected by the friction. “Right and wrong are human concepts.”
Connor said it like it was a horrible thing to be. Cayden would give anything to be human. Since he couldn't be, he would take the next best thing. He wouldn't let himself become fully a wolf, not the way Connor did, he wanted to keep the human side too. It felt ridiculous to think when his fangs and claws were already out, fur covering his skin. He still held onto his human morals, refusing to let go of them.
“You're a monster,” Cayden replied easily, correcting his words. Cayden was a wolf-like man, Connor was just a beast. “And it's not enough for you to be one, is it? You have to drag the others down too.”
“I wonder if you'd talk this much if I actually fucked you,” Connor said thoughtfully and Cayden’s blood ran cold.
The threat hung heavily in the air. Connor pushed against his body without any rhythm, simply seeking pleasure. Cayden didn't put it past Connor. He knew he would do it and the possibility left Cayden without any words forming in his mind. He wouldn't beg, he couldn't let himself do that, but he considered it.
“Don't be scared,” Connor grinned before his lips and fangs found the uninjured side of Cayden's throat. “It would only hurt for a bit. You'd be begging for my knot by the time we were done.”
He kissed and licked at Cayden's skin in between words. The tips of fangs grazed over his skin and he shivered. The anticipation was nearly as bad as the bite itself, but the pain never came this time. His fingers tightened in Connor's hair enough to hurt and Connor panted into his skin.
It took Cayden a moment to catch up with the words. Connor's knot. He didn't have one, it must be because of how wild Connor was. More animal than man, even his cock. It added to the shame of it all somehow.
“Not this time,” Connor added after a beat of silence, seeming to seriously consider fucking Cayden now. “Next time if you last that long.”
If those were his only options, Cayden hoped Connor simply killed him. This was worse. He missed when he had been running from Connor, missed when teeth buried into his throat. The rock of Connor's hips was humiliating and almost unbearable. The feeling of helplessness was impossible to ignore.
He had fangs and claws. He had hurt people and animals, he'd killed before. He shouldn't just be lying there now, but he still couldn't bring himself to fight back. Tears fell even as he tried to hold them in and his eyes squeezed closed.
Despite hoping they went unnoticed, of course, they didn't. Connor's laugh was sharp and biting. Something warm and wet connected with Cayden's cheek, just above his jaw. It took him only a moment to realize it was his tongue and he flinched away when he did. There wasn't anywhere to go and Connor’s hand grabbed his face after he tried to turn his head away. Clawed fingers dug into his cheek and held him tightly in place.
It was humiliating, to say the least. Every part of it was, all adding together until he wished the ground would open up and swallow him. He wanted this to be over, wanted it to never have happened in the first place, but Connor pushed harder against him. He licked the tears away as they slipped down his cheek, reveling in Cayden's pain and embarrassment.
His hips had grown rougher in their movements. Erratic, hard, fast. It nearly hurt from how roughly Connor was shoving against him. The question of whether Connor would be like this when he was fucking him entered his mind without his permission and left as quickly as it came. He didn't want to think of that.
Connor panted into his cheek, no longer licking at his skin. Cayden's claws dug into Connor's flesh wherever he could, his scalp and his shoulders taking most of the damage. Blood was wet and sticky on his fingertips, underneath his nails, smearing over Connor's skin. The smell of it was heavy in the air and his own throat throbbed from how badly Connor had hurt him.
His body changed quickly, losing more and more of his human features to heal himself. Growls escaped him softly and Connor didn't seem deterred by any of it. In fact, his hips finally jerked once, twice, and then a third time.
A deeper growl rumbled out of Connor's chest as he came. His hips continued pressing against Cayden, riding out his orgasm. He moaned into Cayden's cheek like they were lovers instead of this. It felt like it dragged on forever before Connor was finally slowing down and stopping.
Cayden stared up into the night sky. His body was too warm and pain jolted through it even as he healed. Maybe this would be where he died. After everything he had been through, he questioned how much he would even fight it. He found himself lost in those thoughts before Connor brought him back to reality.
Connor grasped his chin tightly. For a moment, he wondered if this was it. Maybe this was when Connor would kill him, after he was violated and broken down. His jaw clenched, glaring at Connor. His head was turned from one side then to the other slowly. Connor seemed to inspect him.
“You look like her,” Connor said finally and shoved Cayden’s face away.
Cayden was confused and even more so when Connor climbed off of him. He sat up the best he could, body trembling a bit. He only realized who he meant once Connor was walking away from him. You look like your mother.