Chapter 49 Zane
Zane
Shifting into other forms came easily to me, but shifting into a female was always entertaining. Running with big breasts never got old. So much jiggling flesh. But thank fuck I still had my normal abilities, or the dumb-ass wolves would have caught me already.
“Catch me if you can!” I hollered while wondering if my pet would enjoy being chased through the forest. I’d suggest it later. Or enter her dreams once she’d fallen asleep and show her how much fun it would be if I ravished her against a tree.
I ran at full pelt along a winding trail, staying just out of reach of the two wolf shifters. The goal was to lead them far enough away that the vampire could have some fun before the mage fried their asses.
Honestly, I didn’t much care how they died; only that they died painfully and in a state of mindless terror.
My mate had told me about the swimming pool attack, and I’d heard them making plans to hurt her in revenge. If the mage hadn’t stopped me, I would have killed them on the spot, but he persuaded me to wait.
On reflection, he was right. Revenge was a dish best served tepid. Or something. Yeah, the karma bus was coming for these assholes.
I skidded into a clearing and waited for the shifters to catch up.
A flash of pale flesh to my left hinted at the vampire’s presence.
No doubt the mage would arrive eventually.
That dude spent way too much time in the gym instead of flexing his killing muscles in the forest. Murdering was an excellent cardio workout—it didn’t matter how fit you were if you couldn’t wield a weapon.
“Cooee, hot stuff!” I posed seductively against a tree and thrust my mahoosive tits out. It had taken almost no research to discover what sort of female these males liked: slutty as fuck with big tits pretty much covered it.
“Damn, Clarissa, you sure can move for a female!” Jagger puffed his chest out and then shucked off his shorts and preened, happy to show off his pathetic wiener.
“Is that it?” A mock gasp fell from my lips. “You claimed you were hung like a bear shifter.”
Jagger huffed indignantly. “Excuse me? I’ve never had any complaints!”
“Don’t worry, baby. My cock will split you in half.” The other idiot whipped his dick out, and I laughed. To be fair, their dicks weren’t that small, but as a discerning incubus, they were not up to my usual standard.
I sniffed loudly and examined my nails. “Sorry, but I’m no longer interested in what you’re selling.”
“Why, you little bitch—” Jagger nearly choked on his words when I shifted back to my true form, all six foot six of ripped muscle and smoldering sex appeal. These two idiots had nothing on me.
No male did.
The goddess had designed me to be the perfect mate. Sexy and sensitive. Fucking adorable, basically.
“Regretfully, dudes, you’re not my type. I mean, I have no problems fucking males, but ewww, I do have a problem with elitist, misogynistic maggot-dicks who trash-talk my soul-bonded mate and threaten her life.”
“So do I,” the vampire purred as he emerged from the shadows. He dropped his glamor and flashed his canines.
Both wolves gasped in horror and pissed themselves at the sight of a feral vampire with an addiction to fresh blood.
Jagger took a giant step back from his embarrassing puddle of pee. “Is this an illusion spell? There are no vampires left!”
Without wasting time on a reply, Rasmus flashed to Jagger’s side and sank his fangs into the wolf’s neck. A gurgle followed before the vampire tore the male’s throat out.
His companion screamed and ran for his life like the little bitch he was.
“Run, little wolfie, run! Grandma’s coming for you, and she has bigger teeth than you!” I laughed manically. “And a much bigger dick!”
The vampire shot after the wolf while I hopped up and down in glee. Damn, this was fun. Way more fun than demon slaying. My acting skills were wasted at this pathetic school.
I should be on stage!
Or in the movies!
Maybe my pet would do a spot of role-play with me?
I pictured it: her in a slinky robe inviting in the horny plumber with his huge tool.
“Let me unclog your pipe, madam,” I said to myself in a stupid Italian accent before cackling.
“Have you lost your mind?” The mage was busy staring at me in bewilderment when I finished role-playing.
“Just testing some dialog for later,” I said, flashing a bright smile at him. “The vampire got too excited, I’m afraid, but if you’re a good boy, he might bring you a wolf to play with.”
The mage examined the dead shifter and huffed crossly.
“Fine, whatever. As long as they’re out of the picture, I don’t much care who kills them.”
Rasmus sped into view and dropped a half-dead wolf shifter on the ground. This male was not in good shape. I peered down and frowned.
“Why is he missing a foot?”
The vampire shrugged. “I’m not responsible for damage in transit.”
“Please let me go,” the shifter groaned. “I won’t tell anyone about this!”
“No, you won’t,” the mage agreed. A bolt of lightning struck the shifter in the chest, and he screamed as his body blackened and burned from the inside out. It was all over in seconds.
Disappointing, if I were being totally honest. I expected way more screaming. And possibly some additional begging.
“Did Demented smell that bad when you cooked her?” Inquiring minds needed to know.
“Can’t remember. I was too busy taking care of my mate.”
“Our mate,” I corrected automatically. The sooner the mage got his head around the idea that this was a harem and he was the least important member of said harem, the better.
Last in, first out was my motto. Unless it involved my dick in my mate’s sweet, sweet pussy.
Then I was last in and happy to remain there.
The vampire wiped a splash of blood away from his mouth and smiled cheerfully. “That was fun. We should do this again tomorrow night.”
I nodded enthusiastically. “Sounds good! I have a list.” What a fantastic harem team-building exercise.
“More names?” To my surprise, the mage actually seemed happy about the idea of more gruesome murder bonding.
“Yes, lots of names. Witches, this time.”
His face instantly fell. “Killing witches is risky. My father doesn’t give a shit about shifters, but he will take note if witches disappear.”
“Good thing I know where a hellhound has made a cozy little nest for itself.” I grinned. “I bet the hellhound will appreciate a nice, fresh witchy snack. Maybe I’ll ask it when I drop these two off.”
“That would work. If there’s no evidence, there’s no crime.”
I clapped him on the back hard enough to make him stumble forward.
“See? That’s why you’re the perfect addition to our fun crew. Mates that slay together, stay together, am I right?”