Page 79 of Wild Wolf

Jerome leaned down to stare me in the eyes. “Listen to me, hear this and know it is the truth, Sin Wilder. You are a pawn to me, nothing more, and now you have shown that you will no longer play by my rules. You will not take the jobs I need you to take, and now you have betrayed me by revealing my dealings to Tiberius Rigel. The FIB are hunting me from Alestria to Iperia and there is no stronghold that is safe anymore. So I have done the only thing I can and made a deal with a man you delivered right to me. Do you know how valuable an Incubus Order would be to one of Roland Vard’s clients?”

My frown was so deep now that I could feel it in my eyebrows. There was a darkness pressing in on me, whispering to my demons and urging them awake. Enemy, they purred. Danger, they warned. “The price he’s offered me is generous indeed, and he is going to triple it when your Moon Wolf bitch comes coaxing for you along with that Lion Vard is hunting for. Now you have delivered me the Rigel boy too, no doubt he will pay me a hefty sum for his Order and I will get some well-deserved revenge on his father for the headache he has been causing me of late.” He wielded the tree, making it hurl me into the van and I cried out to Ethan in alarm as the door was slammed shut in my face.

“Cut him free. He can tell Rosalie Oscura where to find us and we’ll soon learn whether she’ll risk everything for her Incubus like she implied,” Jerome said and I relaxed marginally, relieved to know Ethan would be freed.

But my mind was spinning too fast and emotions were warring through me that I’d never felt before. I tried to place them. Tried to understand this turmoil, but I couldn’t find the right word for it. It didn’t matter anyway. I had no use for words anymore, only blood. The demons inside my mind were wide awake and baying for carnage, and I would reap it in the worst ways I knew how.

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

The upper levels of the Hellion Hunt were a feast of debauchery and drunken revelry. The hunters and prey who had finished up their round were celebrating heartily, drinking deeply from potion-laced cocktails and smoking illegal substances. Fae fucked in dark corners or openly sprawled across the tables in pairs or groups, their masks still in place and offering them the anonymity some Fae preferred for such behaviour.

Wolves tended to fuck like that regardless of prying eyes so it wasn’t much of a scandal to me, but as I spotted Hastings standing immobile by the bar, a tray of drinks clutched in his hands, his knuckles bleached white from the tightness of his grip and his eyes wide within his mask, I chuckled.

“Oh my poor choir boy,” I purred, slipping through the crowd with Cain and Roary at my back like twin shadows.

“How can I see that he’s blushing when he has that mask on?” Roary laughed.

“I thought he might be a little less green after spending his nights with those Oscura girls,” Cain muttered, shaking his head.

“I think he had several drinks to build up his nerve and even then only took two of them to bed at once. The way my cousin Maria tells it, he blushed the whole time then too but he has a big cock so they made good use of it all the same.”

Cain hissed in disgust and I chuckled but my gut twisted with unease as I looked around the room and failed to spot Ethan, Sin or Max.

“Where are the others?” I asked Hastings as we reached him and he flinched in surprise, jolting the drinks on his tray so they sloshed down his front while ripping his eyes away from the sight of a woman who was pinned between three Fae at once while loudly begging for them to come in her face and call her a bad little bunny bitch. One of the men surrounding her stuffed his cock in her mouth and she was silenced, breaking the spell the vision had had on my choir boy.

“Sorry,” Hastings gasped. “I…went for drinks and then when I turned back the hunters and prey had returned and that guy over there asked me to erm…do something to him like the pathetic little toad he was. I don’t want to mention the exact phrasing he used, but I lost track of the others while trying to escape him.”

“And did you?” Roary asked.

“Did I what?”

“Did you punish him with your cock like the pathetic little-”

I jabbed him in the gut with my elbow as poor Hastings turned utterly beetroot, his ears, neck and the small amount of skin we could see around his eyes betraying his embarrassment.

He started spluttering, denying it with such vehemence that I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him and I took the tray of drinks from his hands before setting it on the bar and patting his arm understandingly.

“Ignore the stronzos,” I told him, narrowing my eyes at Roary and Cain who were snickering like badly behaved children. “They turn into asshats when their dicks have been wetted.”

Hastings frowned then blinked in understanding, stumbling back a step as he nodded aggressively and seemed to find himself unable to look at me at all.

I sighed heavily, realising I’d only made it worse while Cain and Roary laughed even harder.

“So you lost track of the others?” I pushed, knowing that this conversation would only descend if I kept on down the route it had been taking.

“Erm…they were here…” Hastings looked around in confusion and I exchanged a look with Roary and Cain who seemed to have realised that something more serious than their juvenile sniggering was going on.

“How long ago did you last see them?” I asked.

“Well, we were watching the hunt and the three of you had just gone underground after being up on the walls. We lost sight of you so I figured I’d grab some drinks and the others said they’d stay right there.” Hastings pointed to the railing where the view of the labyrinth was most easily visible and I cursed as I quickly surmised that the three of them were nowhere in sight.

“That has to be over an hour ago,” Cain said.

“Were you just standing there staring at that girl getting fucked all that time?” Roary asked Hastings.

“No!” he protested. “There was a Pegasus who kept squirting glitter all over a Lion’s mane and then a group of like ten Fae blocked me in the corner for ages and they didn’t seem to hear me when I was saying ‘excuse me’ so I just had to watch the wall until they were…umm…done. Then I got to the bar and got the drinks but this guy accosted me and kept trying to get me to buy a vibrating butt plug from his Celestial Heir collection and he wouldn’t take no for an answer so eventually I had to buy four of them and-”

“Wait, you bought four vibrating butt plugs?” Cain asked sharply and I couldn’t help but snort a laugh too.

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