Chapter Six #2
“Didn’t I tell you to hurry?”
I smirked, running a hand through my hair. “Get. In. The back. Seat.”
Amber tossed some of her hair over her shoulder. “Can we at least play some music?”
I threw the key fob into her lap and threw my cellphone over her legs to the passenger side. “Don’t make me wait.”
She squealed, turning on the vehicle. I opened the rear door and climbed into the backseat. I waited until Amber found a station she liked, rubbing my cock trying to wake the damn thing back up.
Amber looked at me and smiled. “I love this fucking song.” She noticed my hand stroking my pitiful erection. A smug grin appeared on her face. “Now, if you’d hurried the fuck up, we could’ve skipped the foreplay.”
She opened the door and made her way into the back, where I sat waiting.
She crawled to me on all fours, her eyes getting heavier with each predatory movement. “Now I have to work for it.” Ass in the air, she undid my belt buckle without breaking our shared gaze.
Fuck, I was ready to be devoured.
As Amber’s hand slid into my pants, she rocked forward on her knees to kiss me. This kiss differed from the ones before. It was slow. It was careful. It was… not what I wanted.
I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her away from me. “There is something else dying to know what those lips feel like.”
She tugged my needy cock from my boxers and allowed me to push her head down where it awaited the warmth of her mouth. She held it firmly, first licking the tip, then running her tongue down my shaft.
My phone vibrated up front from an incoming call, the ringing blaring through the speakers of the SUV.
“You gonna answer that, Alpha?” Amber asked, her lips brushing against my cock. She took me in her mouth without waiting for an answer.
“Shit,” I moaned, tossing my head back.
The ringing continued for five more seconds before the R&B song Amber loved reclaimed its spot on the airwaves.
My gamma had better take the hint soon, because if Amber stopped sucking my cock like it was her last meal, I swore under the fucking Moon—forget a promotion—I would demote Maya to omega.
But maybe I’d do it regardless, because with the thought of home, my erection began to fall again.
Fuck. No, no, no.
I grabbed at Amber’s hair and bobbed her head faster on my cock, my grunts enticing her to tighten the grip her lips had around my length.
The sound of an incoming text message pinged through the speakers.
From… The Hunter…
My hand froze atop Amber’s head, but thankfully, she didn’t slow.
I don’t appreciate the tone of some of your fucking texts, Blackwood.
I turned my head toward the front of the SUV, relief washing over me.
She was okay.
From… The Hunter… And now you won’t answer your phone?
She was okay.
My cock jerked against Amber’s tongue. She groaned, letting her head drop as far as she could before she gagged. She was oblivious to the weight of the artificial voice that kept interrupting the current rap song, so she kept sucking.
And Joanna was okay.
From… The Hunter… I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt because you also left a few frantic voicemails… But I’m fine… Alpha.
I came. Hard.
And it was all thanks to that name. Alpha. Even coming from a fucking robotic voice assistant, I imagined the word leaving Joanna’s lips. I saw the furrow in her brow, the irritation in her eyes—because to her, alpha was code for asshole.
And I loved it.
My twitching cock stopped spilling into Amber’s mouth. Amber lifted her head from my lap, looked me dead in the eyes, and swallowed the way she’d done to her beer.
She began rubbing her fingers against the two mini tents protruding from her lace top. She licked her lips. “My turn.”
A rapid succession of booms split the air. Blood curdling screams immediately followed.
I yanked Amber toward my chest as the Hummer shook, rolling over to pin her down. The thunderous blasts continued, and I covered my ears, still able to hear the haunting cries coming from inside Club Luna. Once I was sure the rumbling stopped, I leaped off Amber.
“What the hell was that?” she screamed.
I began fixing my pants as I scrambled out of the vehicle.
“Marcus!”
“Stay here,” I demanded. My hackles rose, the pungent smell of blood wafting from the club. “Shit.” I slapped my face a few times to clear my drunken haze and bolted toward the building.
A few humans dashed out like chickens with their heads cut off. Their entry stamps glowed in the moonlight, pulsing on their skin, keeping them disoriented.
The woman closest to me looked fine except for the blood trickling down her arm.
“Are you okay?” I asked, my eyes scanning for injuries.
“Yes… Yes, I’m fine. There was a loud bang. Then another. And…” she trailed off, her eyes glazed over in shock.
I grabbed her arm, looking for a bullet hole or a burn…
What I found was silver shrapnel.
“What the fuck?” I tapped the woman’s cheek. “Do you have a cell phone?” She didn’t reply. “Ma’am.”
“I have mine,” Amber said from behind me.
I turned. “Call 9-1-1.”
“What if there are wolves in there?” she asked, alarmed.
Fuck. That was a good point. “I’m going in. See if anyone who made it out needs help. If I don’t come back out within two minutes, that means it’s safe to call the police.”
Amber nodded, securing her blonde hair back with a hair clip before leading the human woman away.
I ran into the club and gasped in horror. Broken glass lay everywhere. Groans of pain sounded from every direction. Strobe lights danced across motionless bodies on the floor. None of my kin had even had time to shift.
I found Darnell kneeling over a werewolf. The shapeshifter’s human eyes were open but empty. A jagged piece of silver jutted from his neck, leaking rivulets of blood to the ground.
“Are you okay?” I asked Darnell, hurrying over to him.
Darnell used his hand to close the fallen shifter’s eyelids, his expression grave. “Yeah… but he’s not,” he sighed. “Bro has been coming here for years.”
“What the hell happened?”
Darnell stood, looking around the club. “Bombs went off one after another.” He lifted his black shirt, showing me the weeping cut on his chest. “I got hit by the first blast but ducked behind the bar during the others.”
“How many are down?”
Darnell shook his head, rubbing his hand over his rows of braids until they grew fuzzy.
“A few humans. More than a few werewolves.” He flung his hands in the air in defeat.
“How did I let this happen? The vibe has been off for days, and I knew it, man. But we were still raking it in. We should’ve closed. I—”
I grabbed Darnell by the shoulders and forced him to face me. “Don’t you fucking blame yourself for this shit, alright? This is not your fault.”
His muscles strained against his skin. He clenched his jaw, tears pooling in his eyes.
“The faster we remove any pieces of silver from their bodies, the greater their chance of recovery. And we need to act fast. I have someone outside, and she’ll be calling the police soon.”
In the following minutes, Darnell and I walked from body to body, checking for signs of life from werewolves and humans alike. We pulled silver out of a few of our kin using what few resources we had available, from napkins to bar towels.
But the humans needed medical care, so when sirens wailed in the distance, I released a harsh breath and let my muscles loosen.
Until I heard one voice amidst the chaos.
“Querido,” the weak voice cried. “Por favor… I can’t… I can’t…”
My eyes scanned the room until they found the woman who was crying out to me, begging for me to save her. She had a werewolf nearly three times her size on top of her… dead.
This woman who needed my help.
This woman who’d encouraged her friend to ask Joanna to dance.
This woman who, when her final labored breath left her body…
I smiled.