14. Chapter Thirteen
“Please,” she begs with tears pouring down her face. “Please, take whatever you want. Don’t hurt me.”
I’m standing in front of Fitz’s doctor. I might have found out where she lived because I smelled her scent all over my mate. All I had to do was follow her rancid trail through town to find out where she lived.
She’s sitting on a dining chair, every inch of her shaking from fear as she stares at me. I’m in my natural form. There’s no need to disguise myself when my plans for her only benefit me.
The doctor isn’t tied to a chair. If she wanted, she could try to run away from me. She hasn’t.
She knows she has no chance in this situation. I can outrun her. I’m stronger. I can fly. I can swim faster.
I. Am. More. Superior. Than. She. Could. Ever. Be.
There is nothing she can do to get away from me. That’s just how I like my victims.
Stressed and subdued.
“I’ll give you whatever you want,” she sniffles. “I have money. You can have the money.”
“I don’t want your money.” I slide my finger along the kitchen counter as I walk around the island to stand in front of her. I lean down, trapping her in her own chair by gripping the armrests. “There is nothing you could offer me.”
She squeezes her eyes closed, a cloudy black line drifting down her cheek caused by mascara.
“I-I-I have never seen you before,” she stammers. “I don’t know what I did to you.”
“You saw my mate naked. You touched his cock,” I snarl, inching closer to her face. “I don’t like other women touching what doesn’t belong to them. Would you?”
“It-it-um-it wasn’t like that. I didn’t fantasize about him. It was medical only.”
I tilt my head to the right, then the left, debating if I believe her.
I don’t.
What I know about humans, considering I have been one before, is that they know how to lie to protect themselves.
“Would you bet your life?”
“Yes!” She scoots to the edge of her chair. “I will put my life on that statement. I did not view your husband—”
“—Mate.” I correct her. “That’s so much more meaningful than a husband.” I’m not sure how I know that. My beasts are roaring in my mind how important Fitz is to me. He is more than what these humans call spouses.
“I didn’t view your mate sexually. I was only making sure he was okay. That is my job as his doctor.”
I stare into her eyes, wanting to know the truth. I’ll happily let her live if she is honest. Encroaching her space, I maintain eye contact until her eyes glaze over. The scientists who experimented on me told me I could put people in a trance due to my harpy DNA and extract the truth.
This is the perfect time to try to see if that’s true.
“Lift your right hand and press your index finger to your nose,” I order in a calm tone.
She does exactly what I say.
Perfect.
“Did you touch my mate with more than medical intentions?”
“Yes,” she answers in a monotone voice.
“What did you do?” I sneer, anger curling my fingers around the armrests until the wood of the chair cracks.
“I loved how thick he was. I held him in my hands longer than necessary. I loved the weight of it. I couldn’t stop thinking about how big he would become. Fitz is handsome. If he wasn’t my patient, I would have asked him out.”
I pull away, breaking the connection, and terror rounds her eyes. They fill with tears, and she shakes her head so fast, dislodging those tears.
“I didn’t mean that. That wasn’t true. I didn’t mean that. I didn’t. Please—”
“—You meant it,” I growl, flapping my wings to pull me into the air.
My feet lift from the ground and I’m able to snag her by the shirt with my talons. I drag her through her house to get to the back door. She screams at the top of her lungs, kicking her feet and grabbing my wrists to free her.
“Please. Please, I won’t ever see him again. I won’t talk to him again. Let me go,” she cries.
I don’t give a fuck about her tears. If I could, I’d drink the salty liquid to fuel the hate I have for her.
Shattering the glass to the back door, the whore of a doctor screams at the top of her lungs. I lift her into the air, higher and higher, getting her away from the other humans who can hear her screeches.
The sky is grey and cold, the wicked air becomes thinner the higher we climb. She struggles to breathe as I bathe her in the clouds. When I’m over her house, I lift her until we are nose to nose.
“You used your power to abuse a man I love. That’s what you did, Doctor,” I sneer in disgust. “The only woman who can use her power to abuse him is me .”
Her eyes widen when she knows death is near. She punches me in the shoulder and with every hit, they become weaker.
“The difference is, I didn’t take advantage of him as a trusted professional. I am his mate. I can do whatever I want to him, and he will love every minute of it.” I lean forward, whispering in her ear, “As for his cock,” I moan, licking her cheek. “It gets so thick.” I keep her up with one hand while reaching between her legs with the other. “I bet you wish you could have seen it. It is impressive. He reaches spots inside me no man has ever been able to touch before. He fucks like he hates me though.” I apply pressure to her clit with the palm of my hand over these flimsy scrubs she’s wearing. “But guess what?”
Desire swirls in the air between us. Even on the brink of death, she wants my mate and that is why I cannot allow her to live.
I inhale her desire from her lips before giving her a long tongueless kiss. I break away, swallowing the spiteful arousal permeating from her.
“You’ll never get to experience his stretch like I do.”
And then I release her, happily watching her fall away from me. Her arms reach for me pathetically, horror painting her face.
I follow closely enough that if I got a little closer, she’d be able to reach for me and live. Before I get too low, I arch my wings, slowing my pace.
She gets further.
And further.
Her screams become an echo in the distance until finally coming to an end as her body smashes against her roof.
Even from here, I can scent her death.
Karma is bliss, but the aroma of her whore blood is better.