Wregen #3
“You sssstill may choosssse how you die,” Wrath murmurs, the corners of his mouth lifting as he rises to tower over the fool holding our mate. “Your death will not be quick, but you desssside now how much you will ssssuffer before we take your life.”
“I’ll kill her before you can get to me,” he yells, pushing his blade into the surface flesh on her throat, drawing even more of her blood. “Let us go. Let us all go and I’ll release her.”
But Wrath is done with this game. The jotunn chose a long death, and that’s what he’ll get.
Flinging his tail toward him, Wrath traps his neck between the two spikes at its end, driving him backward and pinning him against the nearest rock.
For a moment, my hungry beast considers giving in and taking his life.
His need to avenge our mate twists his insides, demanding that vermin’s death.
He doesn’t, though.
Instead, Wrath slams one of his spikes against our enemy’s head, rendering him useless until he’s ready to wake him.
And then he turns to the others. Five remain, too stupid or stubborn to flee when they had a chance.
Wrath would have enjoyed the chase but this is better.
He’ll take them one by one, sating his hunger, and then he’ll play with the male who laid hands on Finaan.
The first acts as if he plans to attack the monster looming above him.
Lifting his spear, he glances at the others, yelling something in the language of the jotnar.
But Wrath puffs out a breath that coats him in flame, and then bites him in half, his head and the top of his torso sliding down Wrath’s throat while the rest of him collapses on the ground.
Fuck. Me. My stomach jumps, its contents turning sour as they push at my throat, looking for an escape.
I hate this part.
Despise it, with every bit of my soul.
But I need revenge against the male who attacked Finaan as desperately as Wrath does.
So I shove away the queasiness still churning my insides, and resign myself to what’s to come.
Gasps around us are the only sign that the others recognize their fate.
One finally grasps his reality and tries to run away.
Wrath chooses him next, knocking his sword from his hand before he swallows the jotunn whole.
Another cowers on the ground; Wrath leaves him for last. His fear has paralyzed him and Wrath despises easy prey.
Perhaps he’ll find courage as Wrath sups on his allies.
He takes a little more time with the next two, trapping one with his claw while he eats the other piece by piece, every bite twisting my gut. The jotunn’s screams pierce the air around us, almost drowning out the shrieks of the male who can only watch in fear of his own end.
When Wrath has taken his legs and arms—each of them in two bites, to lengthen his pleasure—he shoves his nose at the enemy’s crotch and reveals a dick too small for a male of his size.
“Oh, fuck no,” I snarl at my beast. “Don’t you dare leave me with shreds of his cock in my teeth.”
Wrath grumbles at me, but he listens. Snaking out his tongue, he wraps it around the jotunn’s pitiful penis—capturing his balls as he does—and yanks. And then he sucks down his prize in one grisly piece.
This squeal lasts a long time, and I have no idea how his lungs can sustain it. After more seconds than I bothered to count, Wrath takes his head, finally ending the pitiful caterwauling.
The smell coming from the last one offends even my beast. I bark out a laugh—Wrath grumbling at me in response—because this male found his weakness.
Wrath won’t stick his nose anywhere near the shit that probably coats the ass that spewed out that disgusting smell.
This jotunn will keep his cock and everything in its vicinity.
Wrath wants to take his time with this meal too, but he’s held our body for too long. It’s my turn. I reach out to take control and yank. He fights me, not ready to give up, but I’m stronger than him. He hasn’t found a way to withstand the power I gathered in my service to Hel.
And so he agrees to forego his prize. The male who attacked our mate will be mine. I’ll avenge her. Snarling at me one more time, Wrath cleaves the shitty jotunn in half, swallowing his chest and head as the rest drops to the rock below us.
Our body shifts again, wings sucking into our back as the scales on our hide shimmer and fold in on themselves. Our snake-like form becomes elven again.
Within seconds, I’m a male, naked but for the blood that covers every inch of exposed skin. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so satisfied or complete. My beast is calm, my stomach full, and my trembling mate awaits my attention.
“What was that, Wregen?” Finaan’s shaky voice asks as I turn toward her.
“That’s what will happen to anyone who dares lay hands on you,” I promise as I hold her gaze, making sure she sees the fierceness of my resolve.
Then I stride toward the remaining male, my cock growing.
Reaching down, I grasp it tight, twisting the tip.
And I savor the anticipation of the kill Wrath left for me, along with the ecstasy of knowing Finaan soon will realize how much blood Wrath and I would spill to keep what’s ours.