Claimed by the Beast(8)

       
           



       

"Professor," she began when he pulled back and reached for the hem of her sweater.

"Yes, Judy?" he asked, pulling it over her head and discarding it.

"What are you doing? I don't think … "

He next slid her skirt down her thighs, scanned her pale, soft, naked  thighs, the lacy peach colored panties that matched her bra. "You don't  think what?" he asked, taking a step even closer, backing her against  his desk.

She only made a sound when he once again covered her mouth with his  while simultaneously taking off his own lab coat and button-down shirt.

"You know what I'd like to do to you, Judy?" he asked, his mouth greedy  on hers now as he tore her bra apart, freeing her breasts, the soft  mounds bouncing, the dark nipples already hard even before he took one  into his mouth while pinching the other harshly.

Judy gasped and he smiled, holding onto her nipple, keeping the pressure  there while he sucked on the other, drawing the hardened point out.

He straightened, feeling flushed and hot, needing more, needing her  heat, needing to fuck her. He unbuckled his pants quickly and released  his cock while she watched, almost dumbstruck. He grabbed her breasts  roughly and kneaded them, pressing his cock to her naked stomach. She  put her hands to his chest but didn't push him away. He turned her  quickly and pushed her over his desk, holding her down with one hand at  the back of her neck while he pushed her panties down with the other.

"Professor!" she managed.

His hand covered her cunt and he leaned over her back so his mouth was at her ear. "You're wet," he whispered. "Ready for me."

She made a sound when he straightened and he didn't need to hold her  down anymore. He gripped her hips with both hands roughly and kicked her  legs apart to stand between them. Without a moment of hesitation,  without a moment of tenderness or softness, he pushed his cock into her  pussy, slamming his hips against her buttocks and relishing her tight  heat for a moment as he stilled deep inside her. An animal growl came  from his chest and, unable to resist, he fucked her hard, thrusting into  her while spreading her open with his hands, the juices of her pussy  dripping down her thighs, coating his cock, his legs.

She moaned beneath him as his cock grew thicker inside her with his  final thrusts and when he came, the sensation was different than any  orgasm he'd had before. It was better, fuller, harder, and the thought  he'd filled her with his seed was almost too much.

Once he'd emptied himself fully, he pulled out slowly, a drop of sweat  falling from his forehead onto her back. She straightened slowly and he  watched her do so, looking almost confused as to what had just happened.  He tucked himself back into his pants and stepped back, not sure if he  should apologize. She turned to look at him, still slightly bent  forward. Her mascara had run and her hair was ruffled.

"Are you all right?" he asked, reaching for a stack of paper towels and handing them to her.

She nodded but barely and took them from him.

"Excuse me, Judy," he said, pulling his shirt on and taking his jacket.  "I have to go." He brushed a hand through his hair. "Just …  you can use  my bathroom to clean up …  if you'd like."

She could only stare at him and he had to turn away, unable to look at  her, wondering what he had just done. Wondering what had come over him  to behave as he had with an intern. A young intern who trusted him.

"Professor?" came a voice behind him when he reached the door to the  stairwell. It was Doug but he didn't turn, pretending he hadn't heard as  he pulled the door open and quickly exited the building.

His drive home was a blur. He wasn't sure what had just happened, what  had come over him that he'd done such a thing, but when the pain began  at the back of his eyes, Lance no longer cared. He could think of  nothing other than the pain.

He pulled the car over to the side of the road and grabbed his head.  This was the worst he'd had yet. He climbed out of his car, the world  spinning around him. He stumbled for a moment, then righted himself and  made his way into the wooded area along the end of his street. The pain  then grew so bad that he called out, dropping to his knees as he grabbed  his head, his vision deserting him altogether now. When he thought his  head was going to split open, he screamed, the tearing of clothes the  last sound he heard before he lost consciousness.





Chapter Six





Rachel sat watching TV in the living room when she heard the sound. She  grabbed the remote control and hit mute to listen for it again. It was a  scream, a wild scream. An animal scream.

She went to the door and opened it to look outside. The sun had just  gone down and the street lights hadn't come on just yet. Most of her  neighbors were still at work and the street was eerily deserted. She  stepped outside, forcing herself to concentrate just on that one sound  she'd heard and it came again. It was a roar now rather than a scream  and it chilled her through. Looking into the woods, she took a step  backwards into her house and bolted her door. She then reached for the  cell phone in her purse, her hands trembling. She scrolled down through  the names until she found Elijah's and hit Call.                       
       
           



       

"Did you hear it too?" came his voice as soon as the call connected.

"Yes. What the hell was that?" she asked.

"I don't know."

"It wasn't Marcus. We would have known," she said. "I can't tell how close it was and it's gone now."

"Stay inside and lock your doors. I'm bringing Kayla and the baby over, then I'll go out to investigate."

"Hurry, okay?" she asked. Something was wrong, she could feel it in her  every cell. The sound she had heard was not human but it was also not  animal. Not any natural animal at least.

"I will."

They hung up the phone and Rachel stood at the window, looking out into the quickly darkening night to wait.



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Marcus stilled and looked to the door. Concentrating, he forced the  sounds around him to stop and listened for what he'd heard. Well, not  quite heard physically. It was something else. He'd felt the scream. It  was too far from him, but it was somehow familiar, familial.

"Hey, where you goin', hon?" someone asked.

He stopped and turned, looking at the woman beside him, pointedly  glancing at her hand which rested possessively on his arm. His  expression must have conveyed the message he wanted to send because in  the next moment, she removed her hand and smiled a nervous smile.

He on the other hand didn't smile or even make any attempt at being  polite. Instead, he got up and walked out of the bar and kept walking.  Finding a pay phone, he fished out some coins and dialed a number he  hadn't dialed in more than a year.

"Brother," he said when Elijah answered. It was silent for a long time  and he wondered if he had been disconnected. "You there?" Marcus asked.

"Marcus," Elijah finally managed. "Where are you?"

He looked out over the quiet street. He ran a hand through his hair. Had  it been a bad idea to call his brother? "Doesn't matter. I heard  something."

He could hear Elijah's frustrated exhale through the phone. "We heard it too."

Marcus purposely dismissed the ‘we'. "Any idea what it was? Is everything okay over there?"

"I don't know. I'm heading over to Rachel's now to make sure she's safe  before I go out to investigate. I'm not sure where it came from but it  wasn't as far away as I'd like. It would sure be nice to have some  company while I'm out there looking for the source of the noise."

Marcus ignored that altogether. "How is Rachel?" he asked, unable not  to. He could still easily picture her, her face on that last day, how  she'd tried to smile through her tears while telling him she understood  as he walked out of her house and out of her life.

"She needs you."

Just then a recording came on asking for more money. Marcus fished into  his pocket and dug out anther quarter. He pressed it into the slot.

"I don't have any more change," he said. "If we're disconnected … "



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Elijah squeezed the phone hard in his palm. "Damn it, Marcus, you should  be here. You should be here with us. Rachel's not good if you really  want to know. Ended up at the hospital the other night after a drunk  drove her into a tree … "

"Is she okay?" Marcus asked, cutting him off.

Elijah could hear the concern in his voice and knew Marcus still cared  for her. But caring for her wasn't enough. He needed to do the right  thing.

"She is this time."

"Listen …  tell her …  No, don't. I can't come back, not just yet."