Sixty five

OLAMIDE

The soft rays of moonlight played on my skin as I stood in front of an audience that Jason termed my people. These people were just like him. Werewolves who looked rather human until something or someone ticked them off. Next to me was Jason's brother, Devin, and a beautiful woman with skin like olives. I immediately assumed that was his mate. My heart thudded as Jason walked onto a platform to give his speech and goosebumps erupted from my skin. It was not the chilly wind that blew up the robe I was wearing. It was not the fact that everyone surrounding us wore similar robes and it definitely wasn't because I had nothing but skin under the robes. It was strange to admit but I did not feel self-conscious about it in any way. A large part of me wanted this and I couldn't for the life of me wrap my head why it did. A sigh escaped my pursed lips as I recollected the past few days. I had tried my best to find this David Flament but every turn of the way led to dead ends. That was until Candice in her good grace decided to mention that the persona I was hellbent on tracking down was her younger brother. She had also warned me to stop asking around. In her words, her brother was more or less a fugitive due to her actions, and asking around could tangle his already complicated life. So I had to let it go. The locator spell had given me some closure but it had also burdened me as to why my brother or his corpse rather hadn't popped up. I hated to think some grave digger had snatched my brother's corpse and done so many horrible things to it that magic could not even track it anymore. My train of thoughts immediately went to shambles the moment Jason began his speech.

"Mother who lights the new night. Bringer of sleep and Harbinger of love, I call on you to grace is your descendant with your light. Make us one with our fated." And as if prepared, the congregation in front of me added," Flaws and sins." Immediately unfolding their robes and dropping them to the floor. Devin, his mate, and Jason did the same thing. It all happened so fast. As their robes hit the dirt and they stood in their naked glory, the dull blanket of light that covered us slowly morphed into a hue of blue I had never seen before. My hands froze along the knots of my robe as I watched the moonlight glow with such a threatening intensity.

A howl erupted from the crowd below and it all went to hell. Men jumped on other men. Women jumped on men like a caged beast had been unleashed from within and before I could even utter a word out of shock, the werewolves below me were all neck-deep in a perverted sex orgy.

Jason stepped down from the platform and my gaze zoomed back on him. He was still very much naked and he didn't seem to even give two fucks about it.

"So this is the ritual." I laughed nervously.

I heard him growl and watched as his throbbing member grow three times the size. The orgasms in the background made things much worse but despite the uncertainty I felt as Jason approached me with an animalistic hunger, I was not afraid. His lust for me was like a fever in his blood and it strummed my soul.

"Lose the robe," He practically ordered. With a tone like that, not many people would dare to ignore an order from him, but I somehow managed to disobey. "Lose the towel," he repeated. But I still stood frozen. It wasn't the shock factor or the tone of voice he used. A tiny part of me was just worried. Candice had mentioned that the spell would meld our minds to make us complete and if I participated in the ritual with Jason. He would come to learn of Candice's existence. The terrified witch had begged me to wipe all memories of her until Sofiane had found a way to separate her soul from my body but I had refused. Why? I had faith in Jason. I wanted to trust him with this but now that was about to happen, I had my doubts. What if he couldn't handle the truth, I pondered.

"You want this," He whispered into my hair as he tugged at the knot. "I can smell your arousal." His long arm shot out and his hand caught the end of the knot, whipping it away. A shudder escaped my throat as the robe opened up and slipped out of my body.

As his gaze caressed my naked body and took in all that chocolate creamy skin, my eyes did the same. His body was incredible. All muscle, sinew, and power, but not in that over-the-top way where veins were popping out or anything. No, it was all polished, smoothly shaped muscle made all the better by that golden tan.  My eyes skimmed down his happy trail and I found myself swallowing when I caught the base of his thick long cock.

Jason tilted my head upwards so I met his gaze. The second our eyes met, he swooped down and captured my mouth in a hungry kiss. His tongue glided against mine as the mush of pink flesh fought each other for domination. "I'm going to fuck you now." He rumbled in my mouth. His mouth then detached from mine and lingered around the base of my neck where he had marked me. He sucked at the spot and bit harder. As the pleasure and pain engulfed me, his fingers cupped at my butt before he yanked me up to his hips and then impaled me with his fully erect member. My back arched at the first thrust and I struggled not to cry out. Jason moaned as my inner muscles clamped down of his cock for dear life.

"Take all of it," He nibbled into my ear. He then slowly lifted me until it was only the bobbing crown of his penis that was inside me and without warning, he slammed me down into his cock. He raised me again with that same command at the back of his mind and slammed me until only his balls were hanging out. My toes curled up in jerks and my hand latched on to a thick swathe of his hair.

"Fuck," He howled out loud, hitting my core with every thrust. "You like that?"

Did I like that? I was absolutely engulfed. The pressure of his size stretching me stung and burned, but it was a delicious pain and I was reveling in it. I gasped as he suddenly laid me on the floorboards. The movement was slow, forcing me to feel every inch of him dragging against my sensitive inner walls. Something between a moan and a whimper escaped my throat.

"Hush," He soothed as he positioned his cock for another invasion. He then looked into my eyes. His were filled with hunger. An unhinged one that needed satisfaction. "I'm going to go hard. And fast. Can you take it?"

I bit the lower part of my lips and nodded in agreement. "Do it."

Gripping onto my hip, Jason rammed into me so hard that my arched back prolapsed. The shudder of pure ecstasy made me shut my eyes as I caressed Jason's body and took in his thrust with my body, mind, and soul.

"Jason, is that you?" I heard somebody say and it made me open my closed eyes. Something had changed. Scratch that, a lot had changed. Jason was not fucking the daylights out of me. In fact, Jason was nowhere to be found and I was not surrounded by horny werewolves fucking anymore. The only people I could make out were a woman and three little kids. As I looked into the worried face of the woman, I could tell who she was. It was Jason's aunt. A younger version of Pearl.

Was this a memory? It had to be, I told myself. My mind was melding with his.

"Where are mom and dad?" The little boy asked. I noticed a horrid shift in the woman's demeanor. Pearl turned around in fear that she might have been followed before hugging all three of them.

They are fine." She said. "They asked me to come to take you somewhere else. Somewhere safe."

This was it, I imagined. The moment his parents were murdered and he had to take that heavy mantle with hatred for many in his heart. The scene changed again. This time it was like I was looking at a glitching screen. I could make out a fairly visible Jason. He was shirtless. The scars on his neck weren't visible as well so I easily assumed that this was another memory. His back was facing me and the only thing he seemed concerned about was the board stacked with papers, red thread, and pins.

"The silver laws didn't kill them alone." I heard him mutter with pain laced on every utterance. "Our people helped. Our allies sold us out."

I felt my heart burn with sympathy. I knew some of it now. Why he was the kind of person that he was. I was not the only one who had it tough. A peek into some of Jason's painful memories told me that much. Instinctively, I stepped toward to give him comfort. As my hands reached for his broad shoulder, it went right through him. The version of Jason I wanted to comfort vanished and so did everything in sight. I blinked and the scenery changed for the third time. A cold breeze fondled with my frizzy hair as I came to realize that I was back on the pack grounds that Jason was fucking in but considering there was no crowd behind us orgasming and blessing the earth with their juices, I suspected this was also another traumatic memory.

"Don't you think this is a bit drastic?" I heard. I looked behind me and noticed the ginger witch from two nights ago. The one who did the locator spell.

"No," Jason frowned, facing across the room. "You did not teleport all this way to fucking ask questions. Wipe his memory now." Jason was agitated. Before the both of them was a man seated on a wooden chair. His hands and legs were bound from behind and his head was covered in a black sack. Jason swore under this breath as he tore away the hood and as I made eye contact with the fellow, my whole world spun.

"Deji," I gasped, unable to wrap my mind around what I was seeing with my two eyes. This cannot be real, I told myself.

"Don't," Deji pleaded. His lips were quivering as he struggled to set himself free. All but a futile attempt that gave no results.

"Ginger, this is taking time," Jason said with the coolest demeanor I had ever laid my eyes on. I watched as Ginger nodded in agreement before casting the spell and I understood every word of it. They were trying to erase his memories. Memories of me. As the truth dawned on me, the only person I could bring myself to focus on was Deji. His eyes seemed dead and black as death but as Ginger finished up on the spell, I saw a crimson tear pour from the corner of his eyes. My eyes got heavy as I watched Deji stop resisting and fall under the spell.

"It is done." Ginger smiled. That was the last straw. My whole being shattered and I collapsed to the floor. None of it made sense. None of it did! I had given it my all in this cold cruel world and like always it has fucked me over. It hurt. I was drowning. Drowning in a myriad of powerful emotions. All the lies I had told to myself to feel better shattered completely. Fury took control. My emotion bubble burst and years of repressed perceptions burned through my body and soul.

Just like that, even though I hated what he had done, a wickedly powerful orgasm crashed into me and I screamed my release into existence.

AUTHOR NOTE: THERE WILL BE A FLASHBACK CHAPTER IN THE NEXT EPISODE TO TWO DAYS BEFORE THE RITUAL. ITS GONNA BE HOT