“Tell me the truth,” she whispered. Then her reptile eyes changed color, turning from pitch black to golden green. “You’re afraid you’re not good enough, that all females see are your scars, that they don’t want you. But they want your royal blood. What a lovely surprise. I get to kill a royal today. That’s so nice. Hm, Silver. You want her. But, my boy, you’re way above your league there. You have royal shifter blood, but she…. oh.”
“I don’t care. If you want to kill me, do it now or stop talking shit!” It took all my resources of energy, but I spit into her face.
She threw her hideous serpent head back and laughed. “Do you think I get scared by some half-dead wolf shifter spitting? Really?” She laughed again, harder this time.
A thud made her stop. Someone hit her over the head with a heavy piece of metal. She fell silent. I felt the world slipping from my grasp.
Oh, well.
Eleven
River
I ran behind Silver and Preach. He was adamant about getting to the cemetery. I don’t mind cemeteries. I often went there with girls, making out, drinking with friends, or celebrating the Moon Goddess. Preach was in a terrible hurry to get somewhere. He ran fast toward the chapel.
I felt the danger before I saw it. The sounds, the screech, and Jacks. He was in danger. My brother, my Alpha, was in mortal danger. I shifted fast. When I arrived, Preach had already knocked out the thing, whatever it was. The creature lay on the stone floor and Preach stood next to it holding a piece of pipe in his hands.
Silver knelt next to Jacks. I could hear him breathing. He’d be fine. Wolf shifters are strong.
“We need to tie her up. She’ll recover fast,” Preach said to me.
I shifted. I couldn’t restrain her without hands.
“What is it. Is that the Harpie that killed nurse Demon?”
“Yes.”
“How do you know about her?”
“I just... Here, use my shirt. We need to tie her up. Fast!”
Silver cradled my brother’s head in her lap. “Does he need to get to a hospital?”
“No. We’re shifters. We recover.”
Jacks opened his eyes slowly. “Silver?”
“Jacks, you’ll be fine. Can you stand?”
“No, I need a few minutes. Did you get it? I hope you did. I think it has answers to.... Silver.” Jacks called her name again before passing out.
“I’ll call Drae,” said Silver. “We need help.”
Preach stood over the Harpie with the pipe in his hand, calm and unafraid.
Drae arrived before the Harpie awoke. I didn’t condemn Preach for hitting her over the head again when she started to move.
Silver knelt over Jacks, touching his face with her gloved hands. She doted over him. I felt a slight pang of jealousy. Jacks would recover.
My eyes stuck to Silver’s round, sexy behind that looked so delicious inside her tight leather pants. I would give so much to touch her. She had become my favorite fantasy, the heat that bubbled through my veins. Even with the Harpie there, I kept imaginings how it would feel to open Silver’s legs and eat her out like an Oreo, to press her against one of the walls and fill her with me, fill her to the brink and fuck her wildly. Somehow, I believed Silver would be wild. Maybe she would enjoy chains and the occasional spanking. Damn, maybe she would spank me for a change. I pictured her doing things that made my butt clench and my cock throb with lust and need. She would go rough on me. Would she take me the way I dreamed of?
I once watched a porno that stayed with me. Since then, I wished I had someone who would do that to me, an incredibly sexy and beautiful woman who wore a pair of high-heeled boots like Silver’s and a latex suit. Her body looked covered and naked at the same time. I could see her nipples. In my mind, it was Silver. Being on my knees, I was chained to the wall and wore nothing. Sometimes I imagined she’d cover my eyes with a blindfold then touch me. I could feel her opening my legs roughly and then… mmm, she would push her hand between my clenched cheeks and play with my balls without allowing me to look at or touch her.
How would it feel?
“River,” Preach called out, making me flinch.
“Huh?”