All Chapters of Rite of Submission: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I froze in the doorway when the sight of him hit me. He was frantically sliding his hand up and down the length of his stiff cock, leaning heavily against the other arm braced on the wall before him as the water cascaded over his tense muscles. He was grunting and swearing under his breath as he tried to jack-off. It didn’t look enjoyable, more like punishment, the movements rough and hard. With a frustrated grunt, he dropped the still hard cock and hit the wall. He hadn’t even heard me step into the shower behind him, a small gasp slipping out of his mouth as I touched his shoulder with my still bound hands. There was darkness in his eyes, but it didn’t scare me this time and I held out my wrists to him. He turned slowly, his eyes studying me like I was a poisonous snake that was poised to strike, I held his gaze as I kept my hands extended. With a few tugs on the ribbon, my hands fell free. We stood face to face, watching each other as the water washed down over us.

Curled up like a cat in the chair, I stared out the window not sure what to do with myself now that I was alone. I’d asked for this, but it felt like the worst time in the world to get it. I needed answers and I wasn’t going to find them in here. Someone had to know what was going on with me; I just didn’t know who that would be. They already had a doctor running tests on me, but I couldn’t be sure I’d ever hear about the results. How does someone survive a lethal amount of anything without showing or feeling any signs that they’d been poisoned? I didn’t feel sick. Yes I’d felt dizzy and breathless a few times, but not without knowing exactly why I felt that way. I stared down at the little pink dot on my arm that was fading. Was the doctor right and I could heal faster than normal. All lycans had a natural accelerated healing, was mine really faster than that? I tried to think back to the last time I’d ever felt sick or had a cut, scrap

The room was still dark when Dmitri shook my shoulder to wake me. I was not ready to deal with him yet, so I pulled the blanket up over my head and groaned at him to go away. He shook my shoulder again, more insistently until I tossed the blanket back and sat up to yell at him. Before I could get a word out, he’d placed a hand over my mouth. “I don’t want to wake Sophie,” he whispered harshly. I rolled my eyes and pushed his hand away, “If it’s that early, why are you waking me up? What do you want?” He just walked to the doors that led to the hallway and stood there staring at me expectantly. Grumbling in protest, I pushed myself off the sofa and made my way across the room to where he stood. “Where are we going?” I asked quietly ignoring the way his eyes lingered on my outfit. He waited until we were out in the hall to answer, “Dr Martinez needs to see us, and I don’t want Sophie to worry if she doesn’t have too.” He started walking

                As soon as the garage door opened, we rocketed forward. Everything around us was a blur, we zoomed through the streets and walkways between buildings and down a road that disappeared into the thick forest I’d watched the sun set behind the day before. We raced along the narrow road into the densest part of the trees, even without leaves on the branches overhead; the sun had a hard time shinning through the trees to reach the ground. Most of the light came from the one headlight on the bike. It was the freest that I had felt in much longer than I could remember. It was like flying through the wind between the trees.                 The trees opened up and we came to a halt in a massive meadow. “Here you go, walk, run, skip or turn cartwheels to your heart’s desire,” he waved at the open space. “Stand in the middl

There was a soft knock before the door opened, but I stayed curled up in the chair, not caring who was there or what they wanted. Sophie rushed across the room and threw her arms around me, “Oh, Lexi,” she cooed, wrapping her arms tight around my shoulders. “Trevor is doing much better now and is he’s going to be ok. Please don’t fret.” I didn’t have the energy to push her away or even tell her why I was really upset. I just sat there, numbly letting her hug me and pat my back as she tried to sound reassuring. “Let’s get out of this stuffy little room,” she stood back and smiled down at me, something in the depths of her icy blue eyes pulling me out of the dark hole I’d been hiding in. “Dimi had to head out to an allied pack up last minute, so you’ll get to spend the next few days with me.” She sounded excited about the news. I couldn’t help but I wonder if this impromptu trip was his way of trying to keep his distance from me after what happened at the