Dead Luna
Chapter 71

Jackson's

POV

Glen is already snoring on his side of the bed, but I'm too restless to sleep. I have a bad feeling that Amy and the prince will be sneaking around at some point. I figured that devilish handsome prince will be sweet talking his way right into her bed! I'm not a she wolf, but I can understand how easy it would be for him to talk his way into my pants with that husky baritone voice he's got, and that Royal Lycan charm gift of his.

This sort of thinking is doing me no good at all. I decide to find my way to the kitchen, to see if I can locate some alcohol to dull the sensation of whatever those two are about to put me through. Maybe if I'm passed out drunk I won't feel a thing?

I find some cooking sherry, but decide I'm nowhere near that desperate. Yet. I look in the refrigerator and see a couple six packs of wolf strength beer. Better than nothing, I decide, and pop one open just as I begin to feel like something is happening. Apparently Amy's word isn't worth much, although at this point it obviously isn't much beyond a few kisses and cuddles. I down the rest of the beer quickly, and grab another.

Then I'm feeling the beginnings of her arousal, as the prince takes things up a notch. I pop the top of the beer and take another swig when I feel what I can only assume is the prince fingering her v****a and kissing the scent glands in her neck. Oh goddess, If she hasn't called for me to come deal with the Prince by now, she probably won't. It's time to get s**t faced drunk as quickly as I can.

But then Amy actually does call out for me to help her, but not in the way I had expected. She wants lubricant? I ask why, as I'm not really sure I quite understanding her meaning. And then it sounds like she's asking me to join in? I can't believe that she would willingly consent to anything resembling a threesome, so I'm definitely not really sure what to think about that. It's something I've perhaps fantasized about, but never seriously considered doing for real. I suspect the prince is using underhanded methods to sway her, and I don't want to be a party to that.

I look around the kitchen for something that could be used as a lubricant. I recall seeing a small jar of refined coconut oil next to the cooking sherry. I grab that, and then finish the beer just in case, then head back to the guest wing and stand outside Amy's door for a moment. Should I knock? I finally decide to use mind link. "May I come in?"

"Please do!" Amy responds instantly.

I enter the room quietly and shut the door, then make my way over to the bed in the dim light of the room, the only source of light being the moonlight streaming in through the tall picture windows.

"I brought you some coconut oil." I tell them, setting it down on the nightstand with a loud thunk. "Enjoy."

"Perfect!" Amy says happily. "That can be used for all sorts of purposes."

The prince is smiling handsomely at me, and suggests I get into the bed with them. But I definitely don't like the look in his eyes, like a predator stalking it's prey.

"I'd rather not, but thanks so much for the offer." I say as I turn around to leave.

"Jackson?" Amy calls out to me, sounding distressed. "Wait!"

"What?" I ask, not wanting to turn around and look at her. "What could you possibly have to say to me to make what you're about to do next ok? You don't really want or need me here, you're only offering this as a way to not feel guilty about what you're forcing me to endure tonight. You apparently don't care how violated I'm about to feel, while you get to enjoy yourself at my expense of my soul. But don't you worry about me. I'm going to go drink myself into oblivion." "I'm so sorry," she says quietly.

"Are you?" I ask, finally turning around. "Do you even realize why he's able to talk you into doing this? He's been using his Lycan charm, it's a well known fact that a Royal Lycan has the ability sell ice to Eskimos! He's probably promised you the moon, and I notice it didn't take him long to get you willing to go against your own convictions. The Amy I know wouldn't do this to a friend. She wouldn't be a party to me feeling raped! The Amy I know wouldn't back down on her promise to me not to get too carried away!" I turn to leave the room for good, Amy calling for me to come back. But I pretend not to hear. The prince has her wrapped around his little finger, so she probably didn't pay any attention to anything I said what so ever. I head back to the kitchen to grab another beer. I take a swig of it while I wait for the "fun" to begin. I don't even realize at first that I was crying.

I don't wish to ever relive this afternoon, that feeling of someone touching and licking me so intimately, and losing control of my body like that in front of everyone. And I know the princes men were laughing at my humiliation. Glen pretended to be nice, but I know they all just want to control Amy and want her mated to the prince whether that's what she wants or not. I take another drink from the can, wondering how many it would take to not feel anything at all. If I didn't know that this would all end in a week, I'd be very tempted to end it all for good. Or I'd become a pathetic alcoholic. Sky has retreated in my mind at the darkness of my thoughts, as he's not sure how to comfort me.

I had polished off a fourth can of beer and was contemplating whether to open another when I felt Amy enter the kitchen, alone. I decided to pretend she wasn't there.

She walked up behind me, wrapped her arms around my waist, and leaned up against my back.

"I'm sorry," she tells me softly. "Despite what you had said to me earlier today, I didn't take it as seriously as I ought to have. I didn't realize it was as bad as all that. I've sent the Prince and his officers away, they left Wenatchee about 5 minutes ago."

My body shivers at the reminder of all the things I'm trying to forget. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I don't want to start crying again in front of Amy, even if it would have been in relief this time. I had already suffered enough humiliation today as it was. "I wish I had never taken thish stupid Gamma job," I tell her, surprised to hear myself slurring just a little. "Ish no wonder Leo was sush...sush... a wreck by the end. You shew... shewed him up, and spissed him out!"

"Come on, Jackson," she says to me kindly, grabbing my arms and trying to get me to come with her. "I think you're drunk enough now. We need to get you to bed."

I nearly fall out of the stool I'd been sitting on, but Amy helped to steady me. Then she helped guide me to my room. But I really didn't want to go in there. He was in there.

"Do you need my help to get into bed?" She asks, not understanding my reluctance to go back to that room.

"Hesh one of them!" I whisper, pointing at the door. "I don't trusht him!"

Amy seems to understand that, and then guides me just down the hall to her room. I take a few steps inside, and then the strong smell of them together has me running to the bathroom, where I spend quite some time vomiting up all the contents of my stomach, and then some. I want to just curl up on the floor and go to sleep, but Amy helps me up, has me drink some water, and then half drags me to the bed and tucks me in.

When I wake up some time in the early hours of the morning to an awful hangover, I find a cup of water and pain killers sitting on the bedside table, and Amy fast asleep and spooning me from behind. She has her arm around my waist keeping me on my side. I gently wiggle out of her arms, take the painkillers, and then drift back to sleep for another hour or so. When I next wake up, she is gone.