Claiming Her Beasts #2 by Dia Cole

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Reed

Iwoke to find the woman I loved lying naked on top of me. Even more mind-blowing, I was inside her.

Holy shit! I’d give anything to remember how we got to this point. Rubbing my aching head, I glanced around. With the warm water spraying down on us and the lockers running the length of the room around us we had to be in a locker room.

How did we get here?

Lee’s wet hair tickled my nose as she nestled her cheek in the hollow of my breastbone. She let out a contented sigh. “I want to stay with you like this forever.”

My chest tightened at her words even though I knew it wasn’t real. None of this was real. Lee would never cuddle with me, much less have sex with me. Despite us not being related, she still treated me as if I were a younger brother.

I must still be hallucinating.My best friend, Ronnie, had roofied me at my twentieth birthday party last night. I’d been on one hell of a trip ever since then.

First, I’d fantasized that Lee let me go down on her before some ten-foot monster with glowing eyes barged into her room. Then we’d apparently had sex for the first time shortly before our best friends turned into zombies and attacked us. After I’d beat their brains out and acted as the getaway driver for Lee’s sister’s jailbreak, badass gang members showed up at our house and beat the crap out of me.

And just the other day Ronnie said I lacked creativity. Just wait until I told him about this crazy ass hallucination.

“This isn’t a hallucination, cocksucker,”a strange voice rumbled in my mind. “But do us both a favor and go back to sleep.”

Jesus. I’m hearing voices now. Whatever crap Ronnie had given me must have been really strong.

What if I can’t wake up from it? My heart pounded.

Ronnie’s cousin was once hospitalized for drug-induced psychosis that lasted weeks.

Shit.

“We really should join the others, Not Reed,” Lee said, rising over me. Her deep chocolate eyes were slumberous, and her long, hip-length brown hair looked almost black under the spray of the shower.

So captivated by the water running down the slopes of her beautiful breasts it took me a moment to focus on her words. Why is she calling me Not Reed?

“She’s talking to me,” answered the voice in my head.

All at once, the alien presence shoved me to the back recesses of my mind. There I found myself unable to move my body, but still fully aware of everything that was happening to me. Or, more specifically, the things I was doing to Lee.

In one of the most disconcerting moments of my life, I experienced myself leaning up and clamping my lips around one of Lee’s nipples.

Her husky moan rang in my ears.

Dazed, I felt my teeth bite down. Jesus. That had to hurt.

Lee didn’t seem in pain, though. She threw her head back with a wild cry and rocked on my hardening cock.

Whatever controlled my body, gripped her hips and yanked her off my shaft. Then it roughly positioned her on her hands and knees.

“You look so fucking beautiful, dirty dancer,” I heard myself say as the entity shoved her thighs apart and knelt behind her on the wet tile.

I couldn’t disagree. Lee looked like a goddess with her breasts heaving and her legs splayed. The glistening pink flesh between her toned thighs was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

My pierced cock was slowly fed into her.

Jesus. I’d imagined being with Lee all my life, but none of those fantasies came close to this. The sensation of entering her hot, wet pussy was indescribable. Overcome with lust, I forgot about being a bystander and lost myself in the thrill of being inside her.

She moaned and swiveled her hips. “Oh, God. Your barbells, Reed. They’re amazing.”

I felt a rush of masculine pride. I’d endured the pain of those piercings for her pleasure alone and I’d go through it all again just to hear the music of her husky moans.

“Not Reed,” the entity controlling me growled. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back so fast her teeth snapped together.

“Don’t hurt her!” I mentally shouted. But the entity ignored me.

Lee's eyes blazed with fury. “Let go of my hair, Reed.”

That’s my girl. Lee would let no one, including me, manhandle her.

The entity released her hair, reached around her and pinched her nipple. “What’s my name?”

Lee inhaled sharply. “Stop these games, Reed.”

“Wrong answer.” The entity slipped a hand between her legs and pinched her clit. “What’s my name?”

She tried to move away, but my hands gripped her hips forcing her in place.

“Stop hurting her!”I struggled to take control of my body.

“Not Reed,” Lee gasped.

“Good.” The body snatcher shoved her face to the floor and slammed balls deep inside her. So deep, I swear I could feel her damn cervix.

She let out a broken cry.

The entity hammered into her with deep, savage thrusts.

“Please! Please!” she pleaded over the wet slapping sounds of our bodies.

Lee never begged for anything. I couldn’t stand to see the woman I loved so abused.

A rush of white-hot rage gave me the strength to regain control. I immediately jerked myself out of her.

Panting, Lee glanced over her shoulder. “Don’t you dare stop.”

“Y-you liked that?” I asked, stunned.

“Of course she liked it, cocksucker,”that alien voice roared in my mind.

“Go away! Stop talking to me!” I shouted.

Lee twisted all the way around, an expression of outrage on her face.

I held up my hand in an apology. “I didn’t mean you, honey. There’s someone else talking to me.” I tapped the side of my head.

“The name is Hunter.”

Lee’s irritated look morphed into an expression of concern. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” I rubbed the painful egg-sized lump on the side of my head. “I don’t know what’s real and what’s not.” I had to be hallucinating. But everything felt so real. The pain in my head. The wet spray of the water on my bruised face. The fierce throbbing ache of my cock.

Lee reached up to turn off the shower. As soon as the water cut off, she knelt beside me. “Those gang members really knocked you around.”

“But I got some good punches in first, right?” I tried to smile, but only managed to split my lip. The stinging pain added to my growing feeling of discomfort. I hated showing anyone the disfiguring scars on my chest and here I sat naked and exposed in front of her.

“She doesn’t care,”Hunter interjected. I didn’t like that the body snatcher could read my thoughts.

Hunter made a sound of exasperation. “Of course I can read your thoughts. I’m in your fucking mind.”

“Go away!” I pleaded.

“Reed…” Lee stopped and corrected herself. “Not Reed.”

I waved my hand. “Reed is fine.”

“Fuck you,”groused Hunter.

Lee chewed her bottom lip. “I should have told you earlier that you weren’t hallucinating. All of it was real. Ronnie and Cami. The gang members. The apocalypse.” She licked her lips. “Us.”

I could only shake my head. “No.” There was no way. It was too fantastical. Too improbable.

“Listen to her, cocksucker.”

Lee looked down at her feet. Like everything else about her, they were perfect. Although I was more of a boob guy, I had to admire how sexy her toenails look painted in that glittery black polish.

“Focus. My mate is talking to you,”Hunter snarled.

“Shut up,” I muttered back. “She’s not your mate.”

Lee let out a heavy sigh. “This is my fault. If I’d been straight with you, you never would have charged Javier’s men like that. It was suicidal.”

I blinked. Who’s Javier?

“The gang leader. Try to keep up,”Hunter admonished.

“Stop it! Just stop talking to me!” I shouted out loud.

Lee reared back.

“You’re fucking this up. Let me take over.”

I was suddenly hurled into the recesses of my mind. Helpless, I could only observe as Hunter used my body to grab Lee. “So where were we, dirty dancer?”

She pulled away. “Reed, you’re scaring me.”

“I’m not Reed. Let’s finish what we started.” Hunter, grabbed my cock and pumped it several times to stiffen it.

Enraged and feeling horribly violated, I mentally shouted, “Get the fuck out!” Then I retook control of my body and forced myself to stand. “Lee, stay away from me. There is someone… something inside me. It wants you.”

“She’s my fucking mate, of course I want her,”Hunter shouted. “She wants me, too.”

“No! She doesn’t want you. Leave her alone.” My breath came in shallow pants.

Lee’s eyes widened, and she stumbled back. “Okay, just calm down.” She ran over to a pile of blood-spattered clothes and yanked them on.

“Congratulations, asshole. She’s getting dressed.”

“Get out of my head!” I slapped my forehead hard enough to make my ears ring.

Hunter went silent for several heartbeats. Just when I thought he’d gone away, he snarled. “Why don’t you get out? I like this body. I’m going to keep it.”

“No, you’re not.” Turning, I rammed my head against the tile wall. Stars burst across my line of vision and for a blessed moment, that voice quieted.

Lee made a choking sound. “I-I’m going to get you some help.”

I hated that I was freaking her out, but I needed her to leave. “Go,” I said, wiping the blood from my nose. “Stay away from me.”

In a shocking show of strength, Hunter wrestled control away from me again. “Ignore him. Come back to me, my dirty dancer.”

I regained control just in time to stop Hunter from following her out of the room. “No, you don’t.” Not knowing what else to do, I drove my skull into the closest metal locker.

Bang.

Pain exploded inside my head, along with a wave of dizziness that brought me to my knees. Blood filled my mouth and ran down the back of my throat.

A full minute of silence passed.

Thank Jesus.It worked. Holding my head in my hands, I slowly staggered to my feet.

Hunter chuckled. “That won't stop me, cocksucker.” Then he took control again.

“Dirty dancer!” I heard myself shout. Helpless, I could only watch as we stumbled out of the locker room and into a gymnasium filled with people.

Dozens of unfamiliar faces gawked at the sight of me. I must have looked like something straight out of a horror movie with my long hair tangled over my bloody face and the scarred mess of my upper body on display.

Most of the women, and several of the men, weren’t staring at my face though. They gaped at all the metal running the length of my semi-hard dick.

Fuck no.Being exposed like this in front of so many people was my worst nightmare. But I was helpless to do anything to stop Hunter from plowing through the throngs of people. “Dirty dancer! Get back here!”

A soldier stepped into my path. “Put your clothes on, Hippie.”

Holy Shit.The guy looked exactly like my childhood G.I. Joe action figure come to life. Not only did he have biceps bigger than my head, he was equipped with enough weapons to arm a small country.

Hunter didn’t seem impressed. “Go fuck yourself, Dom.” He tried to shove the man mountain out of our way. When the soldier didn’t budge an inch. Hunter balled my hand into a fist and swung at him.

G.I. Joe caught the punch, clenched his powerful hand around mine, and threw my fist back into my face so hard I flew into the air.

People scrambled out of the way as I crashed down. My head slammed against the wood floor with a thwack and everything went dark.