Chapter 26 #2
As soon as we stepped over Anna’s threshold, I could sense the shift in Graveyard’s demeanor.
His yellow eyes glowed with the hope that I’d let him be the one to bite the bitch to render her unconscious.
He was going to be awfully disappointed when I did the honors.
I could have given the ware this one thing, what he craved the most, but I was the President of Los Lobos, and I wasn’t into sharing.
He could have the cunt when I was done with her.
If I let him at her before I used her for my purposes, he might play a bit too roughly with my little mouse, and that misstep would fuck my plans all to hell.
Wares were sure-footed creatures, and we were no exception.
We didn’t make a sound as we crept through the dark apartment, taking in the foreign sights and scents around us.
The place was shabby and poorly furnished, as one would expect from this neighborhood.
The woman’s clothes, like breadcrumbs, littered the floor on the way to the bathroom as though she’d taken off each piece and let it haphazardly fall to the floor as she prepared for bed, just like a child might.
When we passed by a set of black panties, Graveyard leaned down and scooped them up. Bringing the crotch of the material to his nose, he sniffed and began a low, lusty growl that reverberated deep inside his chest.
“Enough!” I hissed, not wanting him to wake the bitch and spoil our stealthy advantage.
Rangling himself under control, Graveyard tucked the panties into his back pocket for later. When I was certain he wasn’t about to do something stupid, we continued down the hallway to the woman’s bedroom.
Standing outside the door, I carefully tested the handle and found it unlocked.
Twisting it with finesse, we made entry into the small, dark room.
On the bed, sound asleep, was Anna. Soft snoring noises emanated from her as she laid in a sprawled-out heap, tangled in her comforter like she’d done battle with the damn thing.
Graveyard began to breathe heavily when he gazed upon her prone form.
His expression was one of such longing and desire that it actually made me pause in my tracks.
The grizzled ware was usually so stoic and cold, his ugly, scarred face, completely devoid of any expression at all.
But right now, looking at this woman, it had become immeasurably enlivened.
It transformed him in a way I hadn’t expected.
It actually left him looking vulnerable in a way I’d never seen, and very, very… human.
Shaking the thought from my head, I moved around the ware’s tense form and hovered over Anna’s sleeping body. She was a heavy sleeper, and that would work to our advantage.
My hand snaked out and clapped over her mouth before she could wake up and scream. Her eyes popped open as soon as she felt my touch. The sky-blue irises, surrounded by vast swaths of white, bugged out of her head as her panicked brain tried to comprehend what was going on.
Anna put up a decent fight, for a human, but when up against the superior strength of a ware, it was like an ant taking on an army: an impossible task with an inevitable outcome.
For Graveyard’s sake, I let her thrash around for a bit. I could feel him behind me, vibrating with need and soaking in her fear. The closer he got, and the closer he looked, the more the woman thrashed in fright.
After she’d tired herself out and stilled, I decided to get this show on the road. I was just about to bite her when I felt Graveyard climb onto the bed beside me.
“Please, Kane. Let me have this. Let me have her,” he begged, literally on his hands and knees before me.
I wasn’t a kind man. I didn’t do things for others. But I could see how granting my brother his wish might actually benefit me in the long run. So, in the interest of playing magnanimous leader, I decided to let him give her his bite. His venom.
I’d never been able to communicate with wares via telepathy, as other pact leaders could. I had my theory about why that was, but I wouldn’t reveal it to my pack. To do so would be admitting a weakness, and such a thing was not celebrated in a dynamic like ours.
Sitting up, I nodded at my VP, giving him the green light to proceed. “She’s yours, Brother, but be careful to not fuck up my plans with Cat,” I sternly warned.
Upon hearing her friend’s name, Anna began to struggle anew and attempted to scream against my hand. Keeping her still, I muffled the sound while I easily held her in place.
“Thank you, Kane,” Graveyard whispered reverently, his teeth growing in full view of Anna who struggled even harder against my firm grasp, panic firing in her wide, blue eyes.
Stroking her loose hair away from her pale throat, Graveyard moved as carefully as if she were made of glass and he was afraid he’d break her.
When they were nearly nose to nose, he let her see his canines fully extend, liking the way the show shocked and terrified her.
The way her heart sped up and her blood pumped through her thrashing body alongside her sweet tasting adrenaline excited him.
Like he was giving her a good night kiss, my VP gathered the thrashing woman into his arms. Using his own palm, he covered her mouth like I had before him.
Pressing down on the heel of his hand to forcibly expose her neck, he placed his mouth onto her delicate throat.
With a lust-filled groan, he sank his teeth so far into her flesh I feared he might have actually punctured something essential.
His slurping sounds aroused my cock as I imagined what she tasted like, what the hot, sticky fluid felt like on his tongue. It only took a few seconds for his venom to hit her blood stream. The young woman’s movements slowed, then they died out altogether and she fell limp in his arms.
After another minute of those sloppy, wet sucking sounds, I growled, and Graveyard reluctantly unhinged his jaw. Not spilling a single drop, he lifted his head, laved her neck like a lover might, and tongued the skin clean.
Slowly backing up, Graveyard stared at the sleeping woman’s body like he was in love.
I suppose he was. In love with his work.
I’d never seen him subdue a woman before, but my VP clearly had a ritual whenever he dealt with his urges.
I kind of envied him the look of peace that fell over his ugly face just now, as he savored her sweet taste on his tongue.
Reaching between his legs, Graveyard stroked the tell-tale bulge there, unable to take his eyes away from the unconscious woman as he played with himself. “She’s the sweetest one I’ve ever tasted,” he breathed, more to himself than to me.
Sweet or not, we had to go. The venom wouldn’t last long, and I didn’t want my brother to have a second go at my little mouse. Based upon the euphoric look on his face, I’m not sure he’d be able to stop a second time. Not even upon threat of death from his alpha.
“Make sure you grab her phone and her purse,” I instructed, as my brother backed off the bed, still spell-bound by the woman I was lifting into my arms. “I’m sure Cat’s blocked my number by now. We’re going to use Anna’s cell to contact my naughty omega.”