Page 86 of Wild Wolf

“I dunno…” I hedged, not liking the sound of that at all but there was a loud bang and a howl from beyond the door and a small yelp escaped me before I scrambled over to grab the bottle of oil. “Why do they even have this?” I asked as I moved back towards Plunger who was waggling his ass from side to side more forcefully now.

“I had it with me when they captured me,” he explained. “I don’t never go nowhere without something to get me slippy in a jiffy.”

I wrinkled my nose, unscrewing the cap and squirting the oil at the shackles binding Plunger’s wrists.

“More!” he cried as he shifted, swathes of excess skin appearing over his bones, the rolls of it bunching around his wrists and ankles as he tugged on them.

I squirted some oil at his ankles, trying to stay back but the bottle was hard to squeeze and the oil only dribbled out of it so I was forced to move up to his side.

“More!” he howled louder, his voice muffled around the star-shaped nose which now dominated his face.

I squirted again then cried out as his ass slammed into my chest, knocking me from my feet.

“Tug me!” Plunger yelled in time with a wild roar coming from the far side of the door and the thing rattling on its hinges as some beast collided with it.

I yelled out, scrambling upright and grabbing hold of Plunger around the waist, tugging with all my strength while my boots slipped in the oil which had puddled on the floor from the dropped bottle.

The beast roared again, Plunger’s ass slapped me in the face and I screamed as the doors threatened to give way, death racing for me with increasing certainty, my final moments a nightmare which I would never be able to purge from my memory.

CHAPTER FORTY ONE

I’d only made it up a couple of flights of the twisting stairway when more guards had flooded down them to intercept me. They came at me in droves and I was forced to defend myself time and again, my Vampire speed not much good to me here when they were packed so tightly together that there was no chance of me cutting through them and killing as I went.

Instead, I had to dodge and duck the barrage of magic crashing my way and I was sporting plenty of burns and cuts thanks to these assholes. I killed as swiftly as I could, the ones I’d taken down piling up on the stairs and causing more of the guards to stumble, giving me an opportunity to kill them. But this onslaught couldn’t go on forever and I had to be running thin on luck.

A fireball went whooshing past my ear and scorching the very ends of my hair in the process. I had to change tactics before I made one too many mistakes and ended up dead.

Summoning the force of my power, I cast water into existence further up the stairs, creating a torrential flood that blasted into them from behind. Cries of alarm went up, the cascade happening so quickly that even the water elementals among them could do little to stop it. They were sent smashing into each other with the water slamming into their backs and I leapt for the closest window. I broke it with my fist and swung myself outside as the flood sent them all tumbling away down the steps.

A dragon’s roar split the air apart and my thoughts went to Cain.

“Stay alive, brother,” I muttered under my breath then I hurried along the soaked stairwell, shooting up it in a burst of speed.

I checked the corridors I passed, seeking out any sign of Sin or Max and praying it wasn’t too late for them. My hearing didn’t pick up anything of note in these passages so I doubled backed to the stairs and kept climbing. My ascent slowed each time I found a door or corridor to search, but if this forsaken tower had belonged to me, I knew exactly where I would keep my most prized possessions. And that was at its very peak. So I forged on, climbing higher still only to find another line of guards racing my way.

I bared my fangs, more beast than Fae as I prepared to intercept them. Somewhere in this building my Lion was waiting for me, but while it anticipated my arrival, I would show my enemies what a bloodthirsty Vampire I could be.

CHAPTER FORTY TWO

Iwrenched with all my might, my hands slipping over folds of skin, Plunger howling excitedly while the doors rattled wildly under the assault of whatever the fuck was beyond them.

I cried out as I fell backwards, Plunger’s weight crashing down on top of me as he was finally wrenched free of the shackles which had held him to the table. But my screams were smothered as he fell on me, his ass slamming down on my face, my nose delving between his oil-slicked cheeks, his balls slapping the back of my throat as they fell between my parted lips.

Plunger toppled aside, rolling across the tiled floor with a whoop of triumph, leaving me retching and sobbing in his wake.

Horror enveloped me as the reality of what I’d endured spilled through all the dark pieces of my soul, tainting everything they touched and staining them with this memory.

I would never be the same again.

I’d seen things now. Lived through horrors untold. Smelled the worst life had to offer. Tasted things.

I heaved again, vomiting all over the floor then lunging away as Plunger patted me on the head like I was a good dog.

“There now,” he crooned. “I knew you’d do me nicely.”

“Argh!” I hoisted myself to my feet, stumbling away from him through a patch of my own vomit, my eyes watering as the oil from his flesh dripped into them.

“You still hankering after the Incubus?” Plunger asked, shifting back into his Fae form, though I wasn’t certain which was worse as his little cock bobbed while he bounced on his heels.

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