Primals (Reverse Harem 1)

It doesn’t matter if the Cats are at their full strength now. I’m not going to let that fucker get away for hurting Clarissa.

Grabbing Syllas’ leg between my teeth, I drag him away then swing him against a wall, taking three other Cats down in the process. He recovers, leaping on me. I roll out of the way but then he pounces on top of me and pins me down with his full weight, his claws swiping across my jaw.

As my head turns, I spot a dart gun near me and as he goes for my jugular, I take a gamble and turn into my human form, reaching for the gun. I wrap my fingers around it just as I feel the edge of Syllas’ teeth graze my skin. I fire the first shot at h

is head, the second at his heart.

Wailing, he gets off me, turning human as well and I finish the job, snapping his neck with my bare hands.

I couldn’t very well let him live after what he did to Clarissa, after all the things he threatened to do.

Behind me, I hear another wail and then nothing. I turn my head, finding Theo seemingly shaking the dust off his hands as he becomes human, a pile of unconscious Cats all around him.

The battle is over.

“Is...Clarissa...alive?” Toshi asks, also now in his human form, one hand gripping his belly and the other his ribs as he tries to stand.

“Yes,” Theo answers after rushing over to her, feeling her pulse. “But she’s losing a lot of blood. Her wounds aren’t healing. Why aren’t they healing?”

I go over to them, my eyes growing wide as I see the blood oozing out from two holes in her arm just above her elbow.

My face pales. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because her body has already been under so much strain.”

“We should take her to a hospital,” Theo suggests, panic in his voice.

“It’s too far,” I say, remembering all the remote towns we passed by on our way here. Besides what would any of them know to do? Who knows how her physiology has been changed. Not only would they not be able to help her, they might turn her into their new science project.

And she’s losing blood too fast. At this rate, she’ll...

“Save her,” Toshi pleads. “Any way...you can.”

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I take Clarissa in my shaking arms. “I know one way.”

WITH THEO STANDING guard outside, I set Clarissa down on the bed in the empty room, grimacing as I see her wounds up close.

There are two puncture wounds about four inches apart on her upper arm. They’re just the size of beads but they’re through and through. There still shouldn’t be this much blood. Puncture wounds don’t typically bleed much. These holes are...gaping. Open. They’ve torn something important. An artery? If that’s the case, even if Clarissa was in mint condition, she’d have a hard time getting this wound to close and given her current weakened state, it’s damn near impossible.

She can’t stop the bleeding.

But I can.

Wolves possess saliva potent enough to close wounds and hasten healing, alphas more so. That is why we lick our wounds.

Our own wounds. While it can be done to others, it is not normally done, mainly because contact between a Wolf’s tongue and another’s skin facilitates the establishment of a strong, intimate bond. Only mothers do it to their children.

Or adult Wolves to their mate, in which case it is a pre-mating ritual.

Foreplay.

If I lick Clarissa’s wounds, my body will think I’m taking a mate and I’m not sure if I can stop in time. I’m not sure if I can control myself.

Still, I have to try if I’m going to save Clarissa.

Taking a deep breath, I lean over her, stopping just an inch above her skin. Already, the scent of her blood is jarring my senses, sending ripples of heat through me. My cock stirs and I feel the saliva pooling in my mouth.

Fuck.

I know that once I start, I may not be able to stop. Then again, I don’t think I can stop right now.