Got you wrapped around my finger, babe...

[seizurings]

Who: Erica, Jackson, and Matt
What: Twisted Threesome
Where: Various locations
Warnings: NSFW, Dub-con, Non-con, kink, violence

The pack had gotten word that someone out there was finding a way to control wolves and had already gotten a new beta in his grasp before the pack could bring him in. Or rather, before Derek could add him to the numbers. Because that's all they were, even if she wanted to be more. She'd given him something she'd held so sacred in exchange for the 'gift'. A gift that felt more like a curse each and every day.

So when the news comes that tonight's hunt would be at a club, well. She wasn't going to let them stop her fun. There were very few things she was allowed to do before the change, things that the epilepsy would set off. So no strobe lights, loud music, huge crowds of people. But not anymore. No, she was going to enjoy this - dressed to impress in a black, lace mini and soft curls. She let the boys take care of the actual hunting, Derek having told her point blank that she was bait. And bait needed to stay in view on the dance floor. That she'd be safe and someone would always be close in case anything happened.

And she trusted him.

Erica moved until she was as close to the middle of the throng of bodies as possible, feeling fingers snake around her waist - some random guy thinking he might get lucky. She turns, giving him her full attention, done trying to continue to scan the crowds when she wasn't even sure they were here. And after about half a song, she didn't care anymore. He was moving against her just right, her skirt starting to ride up her thighs as he slips a leg between hers. She wasn't experienced by any means, but she'd always had good instincts when it came to using her newfound sexuality to get what she wanted. And tonight, she wanted to lose herself - maybe even be a little naughty in public so she could experience that rush of almost getting caught. Check a few things off her bucket list while she had the time. She's so focused on him, she's not paying attention to anything going on around her because she honestly believed someone had her back. That nothing could go wrong. Her mistake.

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Everyone thought Matt was dead. Which gave him the perfect cover. A means to reclaim Jackson. To have everything he'd wanted. Almost. If he couldn't Allison, he'd just take everyone around her. Which meant all of those annoying werewolves that seemed so protective of their precious little hunter. His connection with Jackson, now gone, gave him somewhere to start. It took months to find something to even remotely replace it. To give him some sort of control. The collars weren't perfect, but they were a start.

His first target was, of course, Jackson. Already conditioned to follow his will. And to his surprise, some of that connection still remained. Crushing the werewolf's will with the collar was enough to bring it to the surface. Something to use. He'd already found he couldn't do that with another wolf he'd found, one that didn't matter. But it would do for now.

Laying out the perfect bait was such a terrible plan. Matt knew how to handle these wolves by now. He lurked in the crowd, knowing the music and press of bodies would mask him. And he let Jackson loose. Pushing him to bring back something good. Which is how he ended up pressed up behind Erica. It was so similar to a long that seemed so long ago. Hands sliding over her body, lips ghosting over her neck, seemingly lost in the moment, not caring who else she pawed at.

He moved before she could turn, before she could alert anyone. Sliding the collar around her neck and wrenching it shut. "Don't. Fight." He hissed in that eerie voice that was overlaid with that of someone else. As elsewhere in the crowd a subtle press of a button ensured she couldn't scream. Couldn't make a sound.