Chapter 48 Alaric
Alaric
The incubus bounced on his toes as we stood in the shadows outside the shifter dorm. Thick clouds hid the moon, making it a perfect night for hunting. And after overhearing the vile shit aimed at my witch earlier, I was in the mood to fuck up some wolves.
“So I’ll lure them out, vampy plays fetch, and then Fritz nails them with a lightning bolt, yeah?”
I rolled my eyes. “We need to be careful. It has to look like an accident, not straight-up murder.”
The incubus tutted. “Do I look like an amateur? Purrleeease. I’ve been offing these assholes for weeks now. The only reason I invited you along for the ride is that vampy needs the exercise, and you, vanilla popsicle, could do with loosening the fuck up.”
Rasmus gazed into the forest, ignoring the incubus’s nonsense as usual. He never took offense at the often outrageous shit Zane came up with, which was lucky, as I reckoned the vampire prince could tear out our throats before we’d even blinked.
No wonder my father wasn’t mourning the lost vampires.
I smirked to myself as I imagined his horror if he discovered Rasmus Dvorak had survived.
“How do you plan to lure out the two shifters?” Jagger and Cole were living on borrowed time. I wondered if they had any clue death was coming for them.
“Easy.” Zane shifted before my eyes, transforming from a muscular guy into a buxom female with huge tits and very little clothing. He winked at me.
Honestly, seeing him shapeshift creeped me out big time.
“Are you sure the wolves will fall for this illusion?” Rasmus asked. “Won’t they wonder who this female is and why she’s so keen to lure them outside?”
Zane tossed his blonde hair over his shoulder and giggled. Hearing a sweet, feminine voice and knowing it was actually the incubus made me shudder.
“Jagger’s been talking to Clarissa on Plenty of Shifters. He thinks she’s up for anything.” Zane pulled his phone from a pocket in the tiny pair of denim shorts he wore and swiped open a chat window.
MonsterDick69: Baby, I can’t wait to fuck you with my huuuuuge dick, can you take it all?
Clarissa: Soooo horny for you right now, meet me outside the dorm in 10, bring your friend Cole. I can do you both xxx
“Fuck me. Those dudes are desperate.”
“Is this how males behave these days?” The vampire frowned in confusion. “Do females not expect dinner first?”
Zane/Clarissa patted the vampire and smirked. “Not this female. Now watch and learn.”
The incubus shimmied his ample hips, adjusted his breasts, and headed over to the shifter dorm entrance.
There were mage guards patrolling across the campus, but I’d cast an invisibility spell to hide us.
If the guards headed this way, they wouldn’t see us, so all Zane needed to do was lure the shifters into the forest while the guards were out of sight.
Rasmus and I would then follow.
The door to the shifter dorm swung open, and two figures exited. Giggles and male laughter filtered our way. The vampire’s fangs popped out as he watched.
“Do vampires hunt often?” I asked, curious.
Rasmus flashed me a smile. “Hunting and fucking is the vampire way, although hunting and draining our victims is less socially acceptable in the modern world.”
I blanched. “So what, you used to hunt humans and feed on them?” His grin widened.
“Of course. But over the centuries, we moderated our habits. Before the virus, we only fed from willing humans, an arrangement that suited them and us. Blood thralls were handsomely compensated, and they enjoyed the lifestyle.”
Another shudder ran through me. The idea of being a bloodsucker’s blood thrall did not appeal. I still struggled with knowing my witch let the vampire take her blood. Yes, it was a natural thing between vampires and their mates, but still.
“Feeding is very intimate, you know. Very pleasurable.”
I glared at the vampire.
“Are you reading my thoughts?”
He shrugged. “No, but I can read your expression. A mix of disgust and curiosity. I am always happy to share, mage. No need to be embarrassed about your kinky desires.”
I recoiled. Was he seriously suggesting I join him and Raven in the bedroom? Not fucking happening.
“You’d enjoy it, and I know my mate would.” The vampire popped a fang at me before he shifted his laser-sharp focus onto the incubus and tonight’s marks.
Snippets of conversation floated over before the fake female sprinted toward the forest. The wolves hesitated for a few seconds and then gave chase. To my surprise, they didn’t shift into their animals. Not that it made much difference; a vampire could outrun a shifter with ease.
Rasmus nodded at me and took off, moving so fast I soon lost sight of him. After checking there were no guards around, I followed.