#henrycavill

Shrugging out of his puff vest and carelessly dropping it to the fresh dusting of snow, followed by his beanie, Marshall shook his head, stirring his wild mop of curls that had been pressed down by the cap. Clearing all thoughts from his mind, to zero his focus into the thrill of the hunt he was about to set himself on. With a final shrug of his vast shoulders, Marshall turned towards the Scent trail, blue eyes glowing in the moon light, giving away his true nature and intent.

The wind shifted out of Marshall’s face and against his back, taking the scent of his Rabbit with it; and drawing a growl from between his clenched teeth.

“She can’t be far.” He huffed, turning his head into the breeze and taking deep lungfuls of it. “The little thing is likely to freeze before long. So, she has to try and take cover somewhere…” He reasoned, his detective skills moving in beside his natural instincts, as he scanned the landscape.

“If she’s got any smarts.”

Marshall’s eyes landed on a circle of trees several meters ahead of him. The slim, but sturdy, trunks huddled close together against the thick snowflakes and hard wind. They were the few places of coverage for at least three kilometers, in the opposite direction of the gust, but a small pit in Marshall’s stomach told him to take a look. He closed the distance between him and the cluster of trees, boots crunching in the powdery snow. The naked branches creaked as they reached, as if looking for warmth against the tundra chill, in each other. Marshall crouched low, scanning the snow and tree bark for any signs of disturbances; footprints or sheltering against a tree, in an attempt to block the wind’s current for a single moment’s rest in the icy climate. Just maybe, to achieve an iota of warmth. A smirk touched his lips, finding exactly what he was looking for. Footprints near a tree, whose bark and damp moss had been rubbed off by something…or someone…huddling against it and a small indentation of a body kneeling in the pristine white snow.

“So, you are a smart, little Rabbit.” He rumbled, touching the disturbed bark, leaning close to sniff at it, catching the scent that had carried on the wind and filled his senses for more than an hour now. “Strong too.” He added, tracing their movement away from the small grove of trees. “You’re not willing to stay put and die.” He stood and started after the new trail.

“You were chosen well.”

Hassled out of the vehicle you were stuffed into by your captors, you couldn’t recall how long ago, with a black silk blindfold secured over your eyes and a strip of tape over your mouth. You felt the frigid wind whip around your body, forcing a shiver out of you. The cold seeped into your thin leggings and oversized jumper. Your feet had been jammed, sockless, into your jogging shoes, before you’d been spirited away from your flat, sandwiched between two hard bodies, who were immovable towards your struggles to get free. They simply put you into their car and drove to whatever hellish destination you stopped in, listening to the crunch of snow beneath their boots and the harsh howl of wind.

I’m going to die. You thought as they dropped you onto your feet, finally, but maintained a grip on your arms. They’re going to kill me.

The blindfold was tugged free and you blinked into the night, before your eyes focused on the tall, muscular man standing before you, a deep scowl on his face as he glared down at you, causing you to gulp thickly. He looked up at the two still holding you and nodded.

“She’ll be perfect for him.” He commented, dropping his eyes back to you, his face somewhat softer this time, but it had no effect on you. “Marshall will find everything he wants in her.” He said, catching your chin roughly in his hand and tilting your head. “You’ll be a fine addition.”

Your brow pinched together in a confused question, making him laugh and let you go, but didn’t answer the burning questions in your eyes. Why have you taken me? Who are you talking about? Addition to what?

One of the men held out a clear plastic bag containing an article of your clothing.

“Right, you know where to take her.” He continued, ignoring you. “I’ll go and give this,” He said, taking the bag, and returning the blindfold. “to Marshall, so he can use it to scent her. When the time comes.” He waved you off and turned away, heading towards a small log cabin.

Blindfolding and lifting you up once more, the two hauled you away. You felt your fear and helplessness grow as they dragged you deeper into the snowy hell. The cabin disappeared behind the crest of a hill and line of trees. Behind your blindfold, it didn’t take long for you to become disoriented to your position, until it was ripped off again and you were shoved to the ground.

“Best of luck, wee human.” One of the men rasped, laughing as he and his companion turned away, vanishing into the night.

You laid panting on the ground, your body heat melting the snow around you, soaking into your clothing. Reaching, you pulled at the tape on your mouth, whimpering as it tugged at your skin. Groaning, you grabbed a handful of snow and held it against your mouth, letting it melt against the fabric of the tape; hoping it would help come off easier. But it didn’t. Making you scream with frustration and terror behind it. Giving up on the tape, you turned to something vastly more important.

Survival and getting to safety.

So, you got to your feet, hugging your arms around your body, and searched the area, trying to orient yourself. Trying to find the tracks that were made as you were brought out to your current point, but it had started to snow heavily again, leaving you in a virtual snowglobe and hiding them.

Fuck.

Turning in a circle, you picked a direction, muttered a small prayer, and started off. You stumbled several times, but picked yourself back up, determined not to freeze to death or let whoever Marshall was find you. It didn’t keep your mind from wandering, though. Why had these people taken you? They had seemingly picked you for this Marshall person. But what was this strange pretense of making you an addition to something?

If they want me to be this addition, then clearly they don’t intend to kill me. But what in the world is the point of making me wander around in the middle of the night, in a blasted snow storm? Why not just hand me over to this Marshall guy? What the hell does he need my bra for?

You paused, trembling, seeing a thicket of trees. It was like a small gift. Scrambling towards them, you hunkered down as close to the center of the coppice as possible, hoping it would give you the best shield. Resting with a tree between you and the wind, you rubbed your stiff hands together and pressed them between your thighs, trying to get warmth and life back into your fingers.

I have to get somewhere warmer.

You stood and continued your trek through the snow, not going sixty meters, before noticing something in the next crop of trees that made your heart race with hope. Scrambling carelessly towards it, you discovered an opening in the earth beneath two large trees, a den of sorts, partially covered by snow. Digging at it, it was deep and dark. You had no clue if there was anything inside also trying to shelter away from the snow storm, but you didn’t care. You flattened yourself onto your stomach and dove inside.

Thankfully, it was empty, and surprisingly big, giving you the startling thought of finding a bear den.

Please, don’t let a bear be renting this out.

You gulped, resting your back against the back wall, eyes locked on the entrance, expecting a massive Black or Grizzly bear to come squeezing angrily through. But as time passed, you slowly relaxed and returned to picking at the tape on your mouth.

Silly, if there was a Bear, it would be snoozing here already.

You rationalized, wincing as the tape came off bit by bit. “Jesus.” You snapped, once your mouth was completely free, tossing the wadded up tape aside. “What a mess this is! In an old bear den, in the middle of a snow storm, while some creep is hunting me.” You sighed, picking a bit of root out from above your head. “If I can make it till daybreak, I might be able to see a way to a town or road better. Maybe see a power pole. I can’t be that far in this flurry and dark. Those two guys must have known where we were and how to get back.”

Talking to yourself helped you keep calm over your situation. You tucked your legs inside your jumper, along with your arms, trying to create a bubble of body heat. The den was several degrees warmer than the world outside, but it was still bone cold. Exhaustion was also catching up with you, eyes growing heavy, forcing you to actively focus on keeping them open.

It didn’t take Marshall long to trace your scent and vanishing tracks out of the cluster of trees and into the direction of the den you were now dozing in.

“Oh, my little Rabbit in her den.” He chuckled, squatting at the entrance, your scent overwhelming his nose.

Marshall took a deep breath, eyes rolling in the back of his head, before he started easing himself inside and discovered you asleep at the very back of the rough den. A smirk tugged at his lips as he squatted in the entrance of the den, taking you in. You were as beautiful as good as you smelled. Not disappointing him in the slightest in the mental image he formed over the last two and a half hours. However, you were pale and your body trembled with cold, your poor body ill-equipped to survive in harsh weather, unlike Marshall’s. He needed to get you warm again.

Closing the small, remaining distance between you, Marshall cupped your face in his warm palms. “Hey there, little Rabbit.” He cooed at you, caressing your chilled cheeks with his thumbs, watching your eyes move beneath your eyelids, before slowly cracking open.

You glared at Marshall, your sleep fogged mind taking in Marshall’s grinning face. For a moment, you thought you’d succumbed and Marshall was the one taking you over; he was too warm to be real. But reality quickly caught up with you, and you started, shaking and jerking your head against his hands.

“Easy now.” Marshall hummed, clicking his tongue, gently. “I’m not going to hurt you, love.” He purred, his English accent thick.

“Marshall.” You blurted out, eyes the size of plates.

His smile broadened. “Flattered, you know my name.” He answered, moving his hands from your face, curling his fingers around the bottom hem of his jumper. “Suppose Paz mentioned it, when James and Theo brought you to him.”

“What do you want from me?” You mewled at him, watching his every move, back pressed to the earthen wall behind you.

“From you?” Marshall echoed, pulling his jumper off, revealing a torso chiseled with hard muscle. “I don’t want anything from you, specifically. What I do want is you.”

You shook your head, speechless for a long time, eyes burning with unshed tears, as Marshall spread his jumper out on the floor of the den. “I-I don’t un-understand.” You choked out, finally.

“That’s all right, Rabbit.” He smiled, hooking his index finger beneath your chin, tilting your head back to look at him. “You’ll learn. All Mates learn. That’s why we do this little ritual of ours. Tracking you through the Pack’s Compound. It allows us to satisfy the primal need to find our Mate the natural way, through Scent Marking, it tells us all about our potential Mate and if we’re compatible. As well as allows us to spend alone time together, with no outside interference from other Packs or Humans.”

“Packs? Humans?” Your brow wrinkled and your eyes narrowed at him, struggling to process the words coming out of his mouth.

Marshall chuckled, the sound filling the den around you. “My sweet Rabbit,” He purred, leaning close to rub noses with you, taking a deep breath and meeting your eyes. “I’m a Werewolf.”

“Bullshit.” You blurted out, your brain screamed to tilt out of his touch, but your body craved the warmth pouring off of him.

“Not in the slightest.” His eyes flared, like a Sapphire flame, startling you. “You have nothing to fear, Rabbit. I won’t hurt you.” He cooed, spreading his knees as you continued to wiggle closer to his heat.

“I have a name.” You hissed at him.

Marshall’s brows raised, surprised. “Oh? Why don’t you tell me then.” He rumbled, cocking his head at you.

“No.”

Sighing softly, Marshall gave you a soft smile. “That’s fine, Rabbit. I’ll learn by the end of the night.” He assured you, brushing your cheek with the back of his fingers. “My concern now is getting that chill out of you.”

A shiver ran down your back, apprehensive of his intent on getting the chill out of you. He was already too comfortable with you for your own. You stiffened, while Marshall’s hands moved over your shoulders, his palms feeling the wet material of your filthy jumper, and squeaking when his fingers curled into the fabric at your sides; tugging it gently.

“No.” You tried to hiss at him again, but your voice broke, hands flying to his chest and attempting to push him back. It was like connecting to a rock wall. “Please, just leave me be.”

“If I leave you be, in these wet clothes, you’ll get hypothermia, if you don’t have it already.” Marshall reasoned, the muscles under your palms twitched. “It’s -16°c out there, love, or it was when I left.”

“Then take me somewhere warm!” You protested, digging your nails into his skin to emphasize.

“No.” Marshall growled, his eyes brightening. “You’re mine, and we’re not going until I’ve properly claimed you.”

You blinked at him, scared and surprised. “I don’t want you…”

Marshall let out a huff of hot breath, before bringing one hand to his throat, rubbing at the thundering pulse beneath his bearded jaw. You watched him, confused and on edge with this clear madman. Content in his action, Marshall grabbed your face, stopping you from yanking your head free of his fingers, before swiping his thumb across your lips and nose.

“What are you--” You frowned, brow pinched at his behavior, unconsciously licking at your lips to rid yourself of the feeling of him touching you. Instead, you encountered a strong taste that froze you with bewilderment.

The saliva balanced on your tongue, permeating the flavor across your senses and overriding everything else. What had he done? There was a bitter taste, like coffee that was too strong, with something sharp you couldn’t quite put your finger on. It smelled clean and musky, as if you were standing on the beach. The knot of anxious fear in your stomach slowly untwisted as you finally swallowed, making Marshall grin.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” He murmured, bringing his face to yours. “All mine.” He purred, brushing his lips against yours for a second, before capturing your mouth for a long moment, chuckling at your small whimper, when he broke it. “You want me now, don’t you? Get a little whiff and taste of my Scent and…helpless.” He teased you, his fingers back to tugging at the sides of your jumper.

Is that what that was?

“Your Scent?” You mumbled back, unconsciously lifting your arms and letting out a gasp, as a gust of cold whipped around you, tucking yourself closer to Marshall.

“Mmhm.” He nodded, dropping your jumper to the side and closed an arm around you. “Weres produce a unique Scent of their own. We use it to mark things and identify each other.”

“Like regular wolves.”

“Yes, and no.” Marshall answered, tracing his hot fingertips down your goose-fleshed spine. “Is this all you’re wearing?” He asked, looking you over, critically.

“Your friends kidnapped me from my warm flat.” You snapped, cocking your head back to glare at him angrily. “There wasn’t a need for anything more.”

A strong rumble vibrated from Marshall’s chest. “At least the idiots gave you shoes.” He said, tugging them off.

“Are you looking to give me frostbite?” You inquired curling your toes.

“You’ll be warm soon enough, my love.” He promised, reaching for the band of your leggings.

“Absolutely not!” You barked, jamming your foot against his stomach, stopping him from getting any closer to you. “I don’t know you like that! I don’t care what you think about me being yours.”

“They’re wet.”

“Your clothes are wet as well!” You countered, feeling the wet material of his cargo pants beneath your heel. “But I’m the one being undressed!”

He blinked at you, then pressed his lips together and nodded. “That’s fair.” He sighed, shifting, his head just clearing the top of the den, so he could untie the laces of his snowboots, tossing them aside, then wiggled out of his pants; adding them to his boots. “Better?” He asked, cocking an amused brow at you.

You cast your eyes to the open of the den, barely visible in the dark, but alive with soft drifts of snow and the low howl of wind passing over it. “I’m not getting out of this.” You muttered to yourself.

“No, you’re not, Rabbit.” Marshall answered, regardless.

“The Rabbit cornered by the Wolf.” Your eyes flickered away from the entrance to Marshall’s, an expression of resolution on your face, despite the fear still sparkling at the end of your nerves.

“Only cornered as long as you keep being stubborn with me.”

Sighing, You hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your leggings and started wiggling out of them, resigning yourself to your fate. Tossing your leggings in with Marshall’s clothing, you hugged your arms around your legs, resting your chin on your knees. It made Marshall’s thundering heart skip, seeing you fold into yourself.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He assured you again, reaching out to take your hand in his, gently pulling you to him. “I just wish to share my warmth with you.” He whispered into your hair as your shoulder connected to his chest. He maneuvered his arm. so you hugged yours across your upper body, hooking a leg around your hips to cushion your bum against the hard and cold ground, and bending the other at the knee, encompassing you.

“There.” Marshall whispered, nosing the top of your head, his free arm encircling your shoulders as your temple rested against his shoulder; catching a stronger whiff of his Scent from his neck. “Such a good, little Rabbit.” He murmured to you, hugging and resting his head atop yours, smiling as he felt your shivers slowly subside.

“You’re like a space heater.” You commented, melting into his body.

“It’s a wolf thing.” He smiled, fingers soothing the last of the goosebumps.

“Can I ask why this happened?” You inquired, tracing the edge of Marshall’s ab, making his skin jump. “Why your kind decided to take me for you?”

“I was turned, when I was fifteen.” Marshall answered, cocking his head to look into your face. “Twenty years ago now. That’s when most of us are turned, at fifteen, in our Pack.”

You jerked your head back, looking at him startled. “Fifteen!”

“Yes.” He nodded, lifting his hand to brush a stray hair out of your face. “We’re a Society, with Communities. My family is part of a Community, and have been werewolves in that Community tracing back centuries. When a boy turns fifteen, he’s considered a man, and he’s turned.” Marshall explained to you, evenly. “However, he’s not an Alpha, just a pup with a little more responsibility.”

“I fit in this Community, how?”

“Six years ago, I was recognized as an Alpha by both my Communities. Meaning, I have much more responsibility now to them and to my Elder Alphas. My father, back home and Paz here. Now, though, there is one thing left for me. A Mate.”

Your stomach flipped at his words. “A Mate.”

“Yes.” He nodded, lips brushing your hairline. “Sometimes Alphas pick their Mates. But most times, they are chosen for us. You were chosen for me.”

“You choose your Mates by kidnapping them in the middle of the night and tossing them, ill prepared into a snow-storm?” You huffed, shaking your head at him.

“Well, no.” Marshall sighed, shoulders slumping. “Those two mistreated you, and they’ll hear about it. They shouldn’t have put you out here dressed as you were, knowing the conditions. You could have died or become severely injured before I found you. I’m surprised your fingers and toes aren’t an awful shade.” He hissed, taking your hand and rubbing your fingers between his. “But, I have you know, and I’ll care for you.”

“That doesn’t answer kidnapping people.”

“It’s hard to explain to people that Werewolves exist and our ways of life, without them bolting.” Marshall answered, pressing your fingers to his lips. “Werewolves also like to be exclusively alone with their potential Mate during the Bonding process, to keep outside Scents from disturbing and distracting them. It’s a delicate and intimate process.” He explained, taking in the scent of your skin. “All I want is for you to smell my Scent, no one else’s. I want your attention and focus on me, no one else. You learn that even through the harshest conditions and weather, I’ll come for you, and protect you. I’ll take care of you, even with my own body.” He said, pressing your hand to his chest, letting you feel the thump of his heart against your palm.

A lump formed in your throat, you felt his sincerity and growing love.

“It’s late, my love.” He cooed at you, petting your head gently and shifting so he could rest his back against the den wall. “You should sleep, the night is still early and the weather isn’t likely to get any nicer.” He said, cradling your body into his.

“And you?” You muttered, finding it hard to keep your eyes open.

Marshall smirked, chuckling. “I’ll be fine, Rabbit. I’ve got to keep watch over you.” He said, his blue eyes trained on the den door, sure nothing would come to bother the two of you, but wasn’t about to let his guard down.

Finally letting your eyes close, you give in, mumbling your name to Marshall. His heart skipped a beat at the sound, a smirk spreading across his face.

“Sleep well then.” He said, uttering your name back.

You shivered in Marshall’s arms, teeth chattering and your breathing was slow, an alarming sign of hypothermia. The growl that left his clenched teeth was like an animal’s, the muscles of his jaw twitching. He’d beat Theo and Ronan within a millimeter of their lives for setting you loose so ill dressed in the storm. Marshall considered calling for help for a moment, but leaving you drowned his heart in such anxiety, that he put the idea aside. Besides, the storm had gotten worse. The snapping of a tree not far from the den’s entrance filled the night, its descent to the ground silenced in the heavy blanket of fresh powder. It had become too dangerous, even for the Pack.

“I need to warm you more.” He whispered to your sleeping form, still huddled in his arms.

Biting his lip, Marshall adjusted you against him, pressing you chest to chest. Your face nuzzled in the nook of his neck, the groomed hairs of his short beard tickling the skin of your temple; while your nose filled with the Scent emanating from sensitive skin beneath his jaw and ear. Marshall grabbed for the last remaining scrap of clothing you wore, your panties, and tore the fabric from between your legs, the ripping filling the space.

“Apologies, my sweet Rabbit.” He cooed, pressing his lips to your forehead, slipping his hand between your legs, his hot fingers finding your womanhood and drawing out a low mewl out of your slightly parted mouth. “How beautifully you respond to me.” He hummed, feeling your hips make small movements and you grow wet against his fingers. “Perfect Mate bond.” He sighed, feeling his cock throb with the scent of you, lifting his hand to his nose and drawing it in with a deep breath.

Pleased, Marshall freed himself from the confines of his boxers, stroking his torrid cock several times, before carefully aligning himself with you. You let a low sigh as Marshall slowly began slipping inside of you, shifting against him and the feeling of him opening you. Shaking your head and digging your nails into the skin of his ribs, drawing a hiss out of Marshall.

“Claws.” He growled, prying your hand free.

“What are you doing?” Your weak voice asked, wiggling against him.

“You’ve got hypothermia.” He answered, hugging his arms around you, holding you in place. “It’s making you sick. There’s no other way to raise and maintain your body temperature.”

“Anything to stick your dick in me.” You panted, tired and breathless, your head dropping back to look up at him.

“Perhaps.” Marshall quipped back, reaching to cup the back of your head. “But I’d rather you’d be alive and willing.” He said, his cock fully resting inside of you.

“Are you going to turn me?” You mumbled up at him, squinting in the darkness.

“Into what, my love?” He frowned back, shaking his head.

“A werewolf.” You answered, like it was obvious.

Marshall chuckled at you, gently kissing the tip of your nose. “No, Rabbit. I’m not.” He assured you, pressing his forehead to yours. “That’s not how that works. You have to be born from a Werewolf. So, one or both of your parents have to be Weres.”

“Was one or both of your parents Werewolves?” You asked, gulping at the feeling of Marshall inside of you, like a swollen, searing-hot water bottle.

“Both of them are.” He answered, stroking the side of your face. “My parents’ families have known each other for some time. So, they were betrothed to each other.”

“Is it normal for one partner to not be Were?”

“Mmhm.” He nodded, shifting his hips every-so-slightly. “Most of the time, it’s the father that’s the Werewolf. The gene is more successful in producing Weres that way.”

“Interesting.” You moaning and brow wrinkling, as you closed your eyes again.

Marshall caught your chin in his fingers, a smile on his lips. “I look forward to having pups with you.” He whispered, softly.

“Pups?” You murmured back.

“Just a silly name we have for our children.” He answered, feeling his heart grow smitten with you.

“Hm.” You hummed, turning your face into Marshall’s collarbone.

Marshall studied your face, watching the color slowly seep back into your cheeks and a light sheen of sweat break out over your skin. A bubble of heat formed between your bodies, finally blocking out the cold of the night. Much to Marshall’s relief, for your well-being. You drifted to sleep, exhaustion over your adventure finally taking the last of your energy and Marshall continued his guard over you, holding you and familiarizing himself with each inch of your body. He was sure you’d come around to him even more, once the two of you were in a better place.

For now, in your little den, it was perfect.