Chapter 11
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Vargr stood to the left of where Cyn sat and considered his audience. Tough bunch. For once, he had butterflies, which surprised him. As if this was a moment of pivotal importance. As if failing had awful consequences he could not bear to endure. After all, he’d known her for only a few days.
Except they had bond-mated, and even if she seemed skeptical, it was done.
It was that she represented hope for him. Hope with a big H . A possible key to a good future.
He needed that. They all did.
He straightened, told his wings to shut the fuck up and not flutter, and he began to tell her story.
Leaving out the bad bits, though.
The problem was, the deeper he delved into the story, the more his butterflies danced, the more he saw a wall looming where he’d transgress too far.
He hated lying.
And so he’d said how he’d found her several stories below the top, injured but not badly. How he’d immediately seen the red motes in her eyes—there was no way to avoid saying that part, it was too obvious.
That he proposed they keep her and help her discover who she was, her past, since she’d forgotten much of it.
Then, because he felt he should say more he added the obvious: she must have gone through some terrible times to have forgotten her past. And… he had bond-mated with her while the Lure affected her.
The room fell silent, and Boaz shifted forward, clasped his big hands atop the table.
“How do you think she came to be in that place so close to the top? How do you think she avoided the Lure all this time?”
Those questions sank into him, thumping about like unwelcome guests. He opened his mouth and found himself uncomfortably at a standstill. He did not want to lie to these men.
Yet he didn’t feel sure he could trust their decision if he told them everything.
“Well.” He shuffled in his boots, looked around at each of them.
What to say?
Cyn thrust herself to her feet on the other side of her chair. The chair wobbled and almost fell. She swayed her ass and hips, under that black dress. In sympathy, the dress swayed bewitchingly.
“I will answer this.”
“Cyn—” He shot her a stern glare.
After a glance at him and a twist of her lips, she continued.
“I fell from the top floor after escaping from a Ghoul Lord who was trying to eat me.”
That pulled their attention up to her face, and not her legs, where her thighs showed beneath that ultra-short flared skirt.
“I broke off a tentacle—they have these white disgusting tentacles, revolting things.” She shuddered. “That seemed to bother it enough that I could run for the edge. Their guards shot at me, but when I fell Vargr scooped me out of the air and took me away to a safe place. I owe my life to him, even if he cannot lie to save his life, or mine.”
She inhaled, slowly, dramatically, squeezing more of her tits above the neckline.
“I can’t remember anything much at all of my time above, but I’m told five years has gone by since they invaded Earth. As Vargr said, I have nanomachines in me like you do. Perhaps that helped me survive? I really don’t know, but I do know I am one of you. I can even see in the dark, the same as you can. I figure, given time I will find out more about these nanites inside me. Though I’d prefer not to grow horns.”
She gifted them a secretive smile that made Vargr think of a cat viewing a congregation of mice. Not the best look. He thought about facepalming but only pressed his lips together.
“Anyway, Vargr and I have bonded. I am his and he is mine. You know? Love in the apocalypse etcetera.”
She cocked her head, and he decided he’d never heard a less sincere declaration of love, ever. He wanted to reach over and shake her, growl at her, then fuck her on the table. Such bare-ass, bare-knuckle courage. He kind of envied her balls.
“So. I want to find out who I am. To do that I will need your help.” She clasped her hands beneath her chin and peered out at them. “Please help me. You’re my only hope.”
Obi wan-Kenobi , his cynical mind filled in. What next, a hologram popping from somewhere?
She bowed to them, then demurely sat.
Jesus H.
After a stunned silence, Boaz cleared his throat then raised his eyebrows at Vargr. “Is this the truth?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you for that clarification, and Cyn, thank you for your honesty.” He blinked a few times. “You are the only human known to have escaped the Ghoul Lords, ever. A significant event. What you have said is stunning. What you are , that is a whole other matter. We will have to consider this information without either of you present. Vargr.”
“Yes?”
“Take her to where we have the Lure-affected humans. It’s in the hotel gym. Chain her there, securely. Make sure the guards know she is to be watched.” He rose to his feet and the others followed. Once they were all standing, Boaz added, “Thank you, again. Whatever we decide, we know you have done what you thought best.”
They hadn’t even asked to see her eyes more closely.
“Thank you.” He nodded to Boaz then to all them, put his hand to the small of Cyn’s back and ushered her out. “I have words for you.”
“Promises, promises.” She graced him with that infuriating smirk. It was a combo of cute, sexy, and teasing, all at once.
The things he was going to do to her ass, once he figured out what he was most upset about. Her telling the truth when he knew he was going to have to anyway?
Or the way she seemed to mock love and bondmating?
Or that she might have just doomed herself? That was the worst of it. Though he wasn’t sure what else he could’ve done, except for using a more factual tone and a less patronizing?—
She was waltzing up the stairs in front of him, as if she could make him forget his annoyance because her bottom was in front of him doing that female saunter, that tantalizing switch of hip from side to side.
As if.
He held it in until they’d reached the room and he’d stripped off in front of her, walked into the shower and switched it on. Warm water, which was nice for a change. It cascaded over him and his cock, which she’d definitely stirred erect.
He heard her do something before she followed him in.
She smirked at him with an incredibly superior smirk, that twist of mouth she’d adopted lately. Then she perched her sexy, hot, and annoying butt on the lip of the wash basin, bent her leg up and clasped her knee.
Vargr raised a brow. She’d stripped off the black leggings, then sat up there knowing what her pose would reveal. The skirt had flipped up so he could see all the way to her translucent panties, revealing the exotic details of her pussy.
Exotic because he’d not seen many for fucking years. Apart from hers.
Vargr sighed, then he reached out around the glass, grabbed her by the neck, and dragged her into the shower and under the water.
Her spluttering scream was the best thing he’d heard all day.
“What else did you expect?” He didn’t expect or want an answer as he held her to the wall and beneath the water, with his hand sideways and inserted into her mouth, pushing her back to the wall.
Her tongue poked at his hand then her teeth bit, lightly.
“Bite me and suffer the consequences.”
“Mmm!”
“Dreadful ones,” he drawled, as he yanked the bodice of her dress down to expose her breasts and those mouth-watering pink nipples. Thank god for no bra. When he thumbed across them and cupped her breasts, her nipples crinkled into hard buttons. “You have been so fucking bad.”
She wriggled as if to get away, or maybe she wanted something else, then she moaned and seemed to say some word he couldn’t make out. It might’ve been fuck .
Vargr put his other hand between her legs and lifted her up the wet tiled wall by her pussy. Then he removed his hand from her mouth and pinned her by her neck with the V of his thumb and fingers.
“Was that a word? Was it fuck?” He opened his wings and they formed a perfect barricade, trapping her even more obviously in the shower. The water roared in the confined space.
She nodded.
“Tell me what you meant by that. Make it good or I will fuck your ass without lube. Or worse.” He smiled. “Not sure I can find any lube, anyway.”
Her eyes went wide and stayed open. Patiently, he waited for her answer. He was in a happy place. Half-naked, wet girl caught in the shower, and his hand on her cunt. His dick wanted in, but waiting would only make fucking her all the more fun.
“You are…” he stated with relish, his tone low and evil, “… such a fucking tease.”