Page 101 of Beast: Part Two

Twenty minutes later, a tall man with a baseball cap, dark shorts and a white t-shirt approaches. He slows down once hespots the dogs. Kraken runs away, leaving Hydra behind. The dog picks up her paw and whimpers as she limps to Zeke.

Zeke stops and looks around. His eyes even scan the surrounding trees. We knew he would most likely be on guard, which is why not only did we climb as high as we could go in the tree with the most foliage, but we also wore all black.

“Hey, you hurt?” Zeke asks as he slowly approaches Hydra. His gaze still sweeps over his surroundings.

Hydra stops in front of him and sniffs his outstretched hand before lying her head against his leg.

“Good girl,” Zeke says. “What are you doing out here?”

Slowly, Kraken approaches Zeke. He’s so quiet, if we weren’t looking at him, we wouldn’t know he was coming. Before Kraken could get a good attacking distance, Zeke shoots to his feet, spins around and aims a gun at Kraken. He pulls the trigger, but Hydra reacts faster. She bites into his leg, sending him to the ground and his bullet whirling past Kraken.

Taking a deep breath, we leap from the tree. Tucking our body into itself, we hit the ground and roll into a standing position.

Zeke spins around and aims his weapon at Hydra. Grabbing our short spears out of our back holster, we toss one through the air stabbing him in his shoulder, causing him to drop the gun.

Zeke stands up, yanks the spear out of his arm and glares at me.

“I know you,” he sneers at me. “You’re one of those freaks from the Church.”

We nod our head without replying.

“Did my bastard little brother put you up to this?” We don’t miss the way Zeke’s hand seems to slowly move behind his back. “This is his attempt at payback for killing his handler.” He laughs. “You boys will never learn.”

He brings out another gun, but we don’t flinch. Kraken does his job. While Zeke was trying to keep me distracted while he went for his gun, we were keeping our eyes on Kraken.

The dog latches his teeth onto the arm holding the gun. Zeke yells as he tries to pull away from the dog’s teeth. Slowly, walking over to the other fallen weapon, we pick up the Glock and weigh it in our hand.

Zeke finally gets Kraken to let go of his arm. He holds up the bleeding appendage and aims his gun at the dog.

Our bullet hits the back of his head before he could pull his trigger. He falls to the ground. We walk over to his body and place three more slugs into him.

“One down,” We say into the silence.

“Seven more to go,” Beast says through the earpiece. “Good job, brother.”

chapter Twenty-seven

Grieving

Summer

“Ooh, shit,” I hiss as Gabriel reaches a depth inside my walls that has my toes curling.

“Open your eyes,” he grits out behind me.

My eyes pop open. I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. His large body stands behind me, his long hair draping down his shoulders. The hunger in his eyes as he gazes back at me through the mirror makes my body soften even more for him.

I was at the sink brushing my teeth when Gabriel came into the bathroom, lifted my leg up on the sink, and shoved my panties to the side before sliding into me.

The first night after Priest’s funeral when he climbed in the bed with me and rolled on top of me, I thought it was a rare occurrence. However, lately I can’t keep this man off me. He can look in my direction and get hard. It takes nothing to get him from zero to one hundred.

Gabriel wraps my braids around his hand and yanks my head back to his chest. He then sticks his tongue in my mouth for a sloppy kiss. I suck on his tongue as if it’s his cock. He bites down on my bottom lip, gently pulling a moan from my mouth. He pulls away from the kiss and leans back as he starts to fuck me harder and faster. His pelvis smacking against my ass.

I scream at his deep strokes. My hand pushes against the glass in front of me. He uses one hand to open my ass cheek. With the other hand, he sticks his longest finger in his mouth before pulling it out and pushing it in my ass.

Biting down on my lip, I relax my puckered hole as he moves his digit in and out of me.

“Gabriel,” I whimper. “I’m about to...” I never finish my sentence as I shoot off like a rocket.

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