43. Tusk and Tiger
FORTY-THREE
TUSK AND TIGER
Jack
I ’d seen a YouTube once, about a bull elephant that had been charging at a poacher. The poacher shot him right in his skull, but he survived because elephant hide is tough as fuck.
The poacher wasn’t so lucky.
These fucks will be unlucky, too , the monster snarled.
Our head swam from the speed at which the huge, tusked beast erupted out of our human body.
Letting out a terrifying trumpet, we hit the ground, already stampeding towards the first of them. We had no idea how many of them there were. Gunshots whirred all around. We felt multiple sharp pinches as bullets grazed our hide. None of them penetrated our thick skin.
Our tusks were long and wicked fucking sharp. The agent we barreled towards screamed, dropping his handgun and trying to run.
But a mere human cannot outrun a stampeding elephant.
His ass is ours!
Our tusk pierced him with so much force it split him from asshole to skull. With a shake of our head, we flung the gory pieces of him aside, blood and innards spraying around us. We turned towards the next asshole.
But turning a stampeding elephant body was slower than we’d hoped. Before we could line ourselves up with the next victim, she was there. Sleek and fucking vicious, she stalked low through the long grass and pounced.
The dude had no hope. He didn’t have time to aim his gun before she was on him, her strong jaw soon coated with red as she ripped his throat out.
She launched herself off his limp, lifeless body, eyeing us as she spat out chunks of flesh. With a bloody tiger grin, she galloped off towards another target.
Fuck she’s stunning.
If we weren’t desperate to end as many of these assholes as we could, we would have watched her work, watched the blood spray, and delighted in it. But we turned, scanning the clearing for another kill. These fuckers had no idea how stupid they were, coming in on a full moon, trying to pick a fight with us when we had so much to hate them for … to punish them for.
“You fucking freak!” one screeched, running towards us from the side. We turned our head, knocking him to the ground with our trunk. He went flying, and we followed, the ground shaking under our feet. His head hit a log, but that wasn’t dead enough for us. We trampled him, the pop of skin bursting and bones breaking a satisfying melody.
More , the monster demanded. We looked around. Ellis, Roman, and Farida were like blurs, ripping off heads, shoving their fists through chests, and tearing out hearts. Agents dropped around them.
Where was another one for us? We needed blood. More blood. All the blood of every one of these fuckers.
From behind us, two giant wolves leaped into the clearing, their howls terrifying as they launched themselves into the battle, racing across the clearing to the other side of the cabin. More panicked, then pained human screams that cut off with gurgles and silence.
We’re too slow in this form!
A buzzing above our head distracted us. We looked up.
Fuck.
A fucking drone!
Why hadn’t I assumed they’d use tech to stalk us?
With another trumpet, we reared up onto our back legs, our trunk outstretched. We snatched the fucking thing out of the air, flinging it to the ground. Dropping to all fours with a thump that shook the ground, we crushed the drone.
The few agents who were left were smart enough to know they couldn’t win … but fucking dumb enough to think they could run. They dropped their weapons, sprinting into the forest. The Drinkers launched themselves after them. The urge to follow was strong, but this form was too big for the forest.
A creeping sensation stole over us as Seven, in her tiger form, appeared beside us.
There is still at least one in the clearing , Seven whispered inside our head. We nodded, shifting out of the elephant form, our body shrinking until we stood shoulder to shoulder with her, two tigers watching warily.
The clearing was a mess of bloody, broken bodies. The light from the fireplace inside the cabin illuminated shadows within.
More than one shadow.
Shit.
Blaire! Seven hissed, and we were flying through the grass, dodging severed heads and bloody lumps, heading straight for the cabin.
We had the edge on Seven, being longer with a bigger stride, so we were the first to bound up onto the porch, slipping in slick blood, our tiger claws scrabbling for purchase. Our body thwacked into the side of the cabin, and we let out a snarl of pain.
“Shift back! Shift back, and raise your hands above your head, or the girl gets her face blown off!”
We peered in the door, finding a very young agent, red-haired and freckly and looking like he’d just gotten out of middle school, trembling as he held a gun to Blaire’s temple. She looked pale, sick, her mouth set in a grim line.
Of course she fucking did. This asshole had a gun to her head.
Kill him! the monster snarled.
She’ll die before we can do anything. That gun will blow off her head, and just like us, she’s not immortal yet.
The urge to lunge. To rip, to bite and decapitate and watch this dick’s blood arc through the air thrummed in our blood.
Do it, the monster urged. KILL!
I closed my eyes … and forced him back into his cage.
We have to do as he asks , I told Seven, and already my body was morphing back into my human form. Do as he asks, and hopefully he’ll relax enough to get careless, and we can take him out.
Wordlessly, she did the same until we were both standing, naked and filthy with blood and gore, in front of the agent. But he didn’t relax. If anything, his eyes gleamed with something fucking terrifying. I realized that his shaking hands hadn’t been fear … but excitement.
What the fuck is wrong with these people?
Baxter … Baxter is what’s wrong with them , Seven replied darkly.
“You’re the two he’s looking for!” he hissed. “Fuck yes, I’m gonna get the promotion of a lifetime when I’m the one to bring you in!”
“Please …” Blaire’s voice was a ragged whisper. He tugged her tighter against him. I started forward, but he shoved the muzzle of the gun harder against her. Blood trickled from her temple. I froze.
“Stay where you are, or I’ll blow her pretty face off.”
“Please don’t make me do this again,” Blaire mumbled. I glanced from her to Seven, who looked just as confused as I did.
“Now, we’re all going to walk out the door, into the forest, and get into the Jeep that’s waiting, and no one gets hurt,” he said, then raised his voice to shout, “Any freaks outside who’re thinking about attacking me, this pretty little monster will lose her head before you have a chance to touch me!”
“Oh, God, I really don’t want to do this,” Blaire whimpered.
“Hey, Bee, it’s gonna be okay.” I tried to sound soothing, but my heart was hammering a mile a fucking minute. “We’ll work it—”
I stumbled backward as an explosion of blood and guts splattered against me. Blinking, wiping a flap of skin—not mine—from my eyes, I frantically searched the blood-soaked cabin. Seven was coated from head to toe in red.
Blaire and the agent were gone.
“Holy … what the fuck just happened?” I shouted. My ears were ringing, although there hadn’t been a loud noise … I didn’t think, anyway.
I stumbled over to Seven, slipping in the crud on the floor, tugging her to me. I ran my fingers over her face. Her hands slid up my arms, thumbs finding my jaw.
“None of this is your blood …” she breathed, “is it?”
I shook my head. “I don’t think so. What about you?” I swiped at her cheeks, but all I managed to do was smear the blood around. She shook her head, her hands covering mine, fingers weaving together.
“Where did they go?” she asked, her voice thin. “Did he have some sort of explosive on him?”
I swallowed, glancing around at the gore. Was I looking at Blaire’s remains?
“I need to get out of here,” I muttered, pushing away from Seven and stumbling out the door. I staggered off the porch and around to the outdoor shower.
The cold water was like needles on my skin. But it wasn’t enough. I grabbed the bar of soap left in the shower that morning … had it only been that morning? … and scrubbed myself. I scrubbed and scrubbed. My skin was burning, and still, I scrubbed.
Was it her blood I was coated in? Was she …?
Farida will know , I told myself. She might scare the fuck out of me, but she always knows shit. When she gets back, we’ll know what the fuck happened here.
What if she’s dead?
Warm arms wrapped around me from behind.
“It’s not her,” Seven murmured, pressing herself against my back. “I checked thoroughly. I can only scent the agent in the … remains inside.”
My body shook. My head fell forward until it hit the wall.
“Hey,” Seven crooned, ducking around until she was between me and the wall, pressing me back. She wiped at my face, and I realized that mixed in with the water were my tears.
“She’s not in there,” Seven reassured me. “Whatever happened, she managed to leave, to kill the monster holding a gun to her head and escape. I don’t know where to, but I’d assume we’ll find out when the Drinkers return from their hunt.”
She slid her hand down my arm, finding my fingers clenching the soap so tightly I’d molded it into the shape of my fist.
“Can you clean this blood off me, please, Jack?” she asked softly, gripping my wrist and lifting my hand until it rested against her sternum. “Make sure you wash every single inch of me.”
“You’re sure …?” I asked, my voice ragged. “You’re positive that none of it was her?”
Seven nodded, swiping away another tear from my cheek. “I know how much she means to you. I didn’t want you to be out here … not knowing.”
My lips crashed into hers.
“Blossom,” I mumbled against her mouth. “Fuck … I lo—”
She licked my tongue, silencing the crazy thing I might have been about to say to her.
“You can thank me by cleaning me … everywhere,” she breathed, her hand slipping between us to grip me. And fuck, I was hard. Adrenaline, bloodlust … relief … and that other emotion, the one I’d been about to blurt out to her, all converged in the need to worship this perfect fucking female.
I lathered my hands until the soap foamed, starting with her neck, rubbing behind her ears, cupping her nape, and kissing her deeply as I massaged her scalp until her hair was a riot of bubbles. I angled her to rinse it all out, swiping at the smears left on her face.
Fuck, her perfect tits were right there, her nipples pebbled from arousal as much as from the icy water. But I wanted to take my time with her.
“Face the wall,” I demanded roughly, spinning her and pressing her palms to the timber siding. She panted, widening her stance, and the scent of her arousal hit me.
Fuck her! the monster begged. Bury our cock deep in her!
I gritted my teeth against the overwhelming urge to do exactly that and rubbed the soap over her shoulders, watching it turn pink with blood. Slowly I worked my way lower, down her spine, her waist, to the two little dimples just above her ass.
Fuck.
I went to my knees, running the tip of my tongue over those dimples. She shook, her ass quivering.
“Jack … I need …” she pleaded. This close, I could almost taste the tang of her turned-on pussy.
I ignored her pleas, moving to start at her feet and work the soap up her ankles, her shins, her shapely calves. When I hit the back of her knees, and they buckled slightly, a squeaky giggle erupted from her, my cock jerked violently. I wanted to fist myself, fuck my hand while I tickled her again, made her giggle like that over and over.
Instead, I rubbed brusque circles over the fronts and backs of her thighs. I stood, pressing my aching cock against the cleft of her ass.
“Now for the fun parts,” I murmured into her ear, nipping the lobe lightly. She gasped, and when my hands cupped her breasts, she arched into them. Her nipples were so fucking hard, the soap making them slippery as I pinched and teased them, rolling them between my fingers, then kneading the giving flesh of her tits.
“Are you going to come the second I get my fingers between those pussy lips?” I asked her darkly, pinching her nipples hard, relishing her little cry, before stroking slowly down her taut stomach. The muscles dipped under my palms. “Or am I going to get to play with that clit for a while before you go off?”
“Both,” she panted. “I want both.”
“Fucking perfect,” I rumbled, grinding my cock between her ass cheeks as my fingers dipped lower.
“Fucking soaked for me,” I groaned, knocking her legs wider, finding her swollen clit and pinching it just as I had her nipples. She sucked in a ragged breath, and I slid my fingers further, pressing two inside her, grinding the heel of my palm against her throbbing clit. I curled those fingers in her, growling against her damp, soapy neck as she started to shake and gasp.
“Yes, that’s … don’t stop …” she grated.
“Never,” I vowed, rubbing the pads of my fingers against the ridged spot inside her.
“Jack, oh my … ooooh!” a throaty moan ripped out of her as her pussy contracted violently around my fingers, her arousal leaking around my hand.
“That’s the way, you perfect thing,” I murmured. “Ride my hand, take every second of pleasure from my fingers.”
She did just that, rocking her throbbing pussy against me, her ass stroking my cock as she undulated through her climax.
“Fuck, Blossom. Keep that up, and I’m gonna come all over your ass.”
She pushed back against me, bending at the waist, pressing her palms against the cabin.
“Come inside me.”
Fuck. There was no way I could resist that invitation. Slipping my fingers from her pussy, I spread her ass cheeks, gripping my cock and circling her dripping entrance.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, Blossom,” I grated, pressing just the head inside. She pushed back suddenly, taking me to the hilt.
We both groaned.
“So fucking perfect,” I muttered, stilling, gritting my teeth as the pulse of her squeezed me so hard I saw stars.
“I thought you were going to fuck me hard,” she taunted. “But I suppose this is nice, too.”
We’ll show her fucking ‘nice,’ the monster and I vowed together.
“Don’t let go of the wall,” we growled, not giving her another second to prepare as we gripped two fistfuls of her ass, pulled almost all the way out, and then thrust deep again, our hips hitting her backside.
Her breath flew out of her, her fingers curling against the timber wall as we thrust again and again, her pussy making the filthiest wet sounds as it sucked our cock back inside with each pulse of our hips. Her arousal dripped down our balls.
“Your pussy is so greedy for me,” we hissed, our thumb slipping between her ass cheeks to circle the tight hole there. A low, dirty groan erupted from her, her hips rocking. We stilled our cock, rolling it into her as we pressed our thumb against her back entrance.
“You like me playing with your ass, Blossom? Is this still just ‘nice’, greedy girl?”
“I … It feels … naughty,” she breathed. “But … I need more, Jack!”
With a strangled grunt, we reached down, gathering her wetness, coating our thumb in it. “That can be arranged.”
We started moving inside her again, and as we did, we spread her wetness around that tight little hole, pressing our thumb inside.
“Come hard on me, Blossom,” we snarled, snapping our hips, our cock hitting her deep inside, our thumb sliding further into her tight asshole. “I want to feel your ass squeezing my thumb while you come on my cock.”
She keened, her fingers clawing desperately at the wall, her pussy impossibly tight, tighter still … and then she was gripping our cock in violent waves, her asshole clutching our thumb so fucking tight, and light burst behind our eyelids as we exploded inside her, roaring out as our orgasm ripped through us.
As the monster receded, satisfied now, and my vision returned to me, I pulled her back against my front, turning so I could use the wall to keep us upright. Her pussy was still fluttering around my cock, as she gasped in air.
“Not done with you yet,” I whispered, then sank my teeth into her shoulder, reaching between her legs and circling her clit, still throbbing and so fucking swollen.
“I can’t, Jack, please … oh fuck!” she cried as she came on me again, and I sucked hungrily at her shoulder, swallowing her hot blood with a desperate groan as I hardened inside her once more.
“Am I still nice?” I asked, pulling away from her shoulder, rocking my cock into her.
“You’re the opposite of nice, in the very best way,” she replied breathily. I chuckled.
“That’s more like it.” I gently turned her, my still-hard cock slipping out of her. She looked down at it, then back up at me, mischief glimmering in her eyes.
“Bite me, finish me off,” I drawled, gripping her neck and tugging her mouth to my throat. But she pulled back, and as I watched in speechless disbelief, she went to her knees, her hands braced on my suddenly trembling thighs.
“I’ve been wondering what this will feel like,” she grinned, and I gulped in air as she wrapped her lips around my cock, taking me all the way into her throat. And before I could even let out a choking groan, she gripped my hips, holding me still against the wall with all her impressive strength … and her teeth pierced the base of my cock.
“Holy fuck!” I howled, unable to even thrust as heat barreled through my balls. My stomach contracted violently, and my orgasm detonated. My fingers tangled in her hair, the only thing I could do as it went on and on, my cum shooting down her throat in violent waves of pleasure.
She let out a delighted gurgle, her throat working to swallow all of me—cock and cum and blood, her eyes glittering that feline yellow as she watched me come apart from her mouth, her teeth.
When I was finally spent, I sagged against the wall. She released my softening cock, licking me clean of blood and cum, before getting to her feet and pulling my mouth to hers.
“Taste yourself,” she mumbled against my lips, then licked into my mouth. The coppery tang of my blood, the musky aftertaste of my cum … I kissed her deeply, cupping the back of her neck to hold her against me.
I broke away, a sleepy grin curling on my lips. “Almost as good as the taste of your pussy, Blossom.”
“We really need to stop running into each other like this!”
I snarled, my eyes narrowing on Ellis, who was standing on the porch, smirking down at us.
“Not that I didn’t enjoy the very, very hot show … but we sort of need to vamoose from this locale. You know, since we just slaughtered a bunch of Candies, and they might send more after us.”
“Blaire?” I grated, holding Seven tight against me. She was shaking. The icy water was still cascading over us. I wrenched the tap, cutting the water off.
“Completely grossed out, just lost her dinner all over the forest floor. That’s what happens when she vaporizes a Candy.”
“What the fuck?”
Ellis giggled. “Oh, yeah, Blaire’s got a new party trick! I’ll let her tell you all about it. She’s just … recuperating with Roman presently.” She leaned closer, grabbing the towels Cas had left earlier and tossing them at us. “That’s just a euphemism for ‘they’re fucking,’” she whispered conspiratorially. “Now, cover up and get ready to head back to the Shifter village. We’ve got plotting to do.”
Seven’s shaking became violent as I caught the towels, and Ellis headed around the corner again with a wink.
“You okay?” I asked gently, draping the towel over her.
She looked up at me, mirth shining in her eyes, laughter bubbling out from her lips.
“I don’t even know why I’m laughing, but it just … it’s just quite funny, don’t you think?”
I rolled my eyes, tucking the towel around her and planting a quick kiss on the top of her head.
“Right. Clearly being sprung with my dick down your throat by random Strangers doesn’t faze you as much as it does me.”
That only made Seven giggle harder. And something about the sound made my chest feel so full.