Page 14 of Of Blood and Smoke

Micha followed behind us while we walked the corridor alongside the diner. A streetlight by the sidewalk provided scant illumination to the narrow alley, but I didn’t need it. Dropping our captive to the wet cobblestone, I addressed him, “Mister Boccelli.”

He scooted backward a few inches, glancing back and forth. “What do you people want?”

“Do you recognize my friend, Mister Calthia? Surely, you’ve met him before. He remembers you.”

“No,” he spat and got onto all fours before standing up.

I took a step toward him, crowding him against the side of the building. “You took my product. Youstolefrom me. Fromus.”

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down. “No...no, I didn’t.”

Lifting my hand, I pressed a finger to the center of his forehead, right above his eyebrows. Images and sensations filled my mind, a picture of the man’s life, revealing all I needed to know. I didn’t use my trained magic often, preferring a more physical touch, but I needed the information contained in his dried-up brain. “Not only are you distributing my drugs, but you’re also poisoning women with chemicals to disable them.” I flicked a glance at Micha, who nodded slightly, taking the news in.

“Taking advantage of helpless, unwilling women excites you?” I lowered my voice to a notch above a whisper and curled my arm around his lower back, tugging him against me.

Micha moved forward so he was only a couple of feet away from me, watching intently.

“Does it turn you on when they can’t reject your shriveled cock?” I spoke softly beside his ear and pulled the man closer between my hips, making sure he felt my breath against the side of his face. “I bet you don’t feed them any of my drugs, do you?”

If the man had, he wouldn’t have any victims. The bonus of intuition would’ve protected them. “If you’d sampled Onychinus you’d know what was going to happen next, wouldn’t you?” He’d have been tuned into their pain, too empathetic to commit his crimes.

The man was trembling in my arms and his disgust at being so close to another male was palpable. “Look I don’t want any trouble; I’ll give you the money,” he whined.

My peek into his mind shined a spotlight on the lack of what he’d just promised due to his lifestyle and habits. The man was a materialistic predator who simply needed to be disposed of.

I was a predator as well, but I did not harm innocent or unwilling women.

“Stop touching me you disgusting pig,” Boccelli complained, trying to get away from my grasp.

Micha caught my glance and gestured his consent, a gleam in his eye. “But you do enjoy unwelcome touch, do you not?” I turned back to my captive and yanked him by the front of his chest to face Micha.

A flicker of my fingers and Micha’s belt unbuckled. Then the clasp of his pants unlatched, and his zipper slowly descended. “What the fuck is this? Let go of me,” Boccelli yelled.

Bending my head, I said, “You want this.” I licked the side of his neck with a long stroke and then nibbled his ear lobe just as I heard the patter of liquid. A noxious odor then filled the alley way. “Micha, give him what he’s begging for, slake his lust.”

Micha tucked a hand inside his pants and pulled out his hardened cock.

“No, no. What are you going to do?” The man was nearly crying.

“Look at his magnificent cock. Look how long and girthy it is. I bet you want to wrap your lips around it,” I hummed against his head. “Think of how it will feel against your tongue.”

I let go of the man after making sure I left him compelled to remain there. He couldn’t move if he wanted to and he was going to get a taste of his own medicine.

Grabbing my friends cock I worked him up and down, my lips parted and eyes hooded, while staring at the thief. “Christ, Josiah, are you going to buy me breakfast in the morning?” Micha hissed at me. “Kill him and let’s go.”

If I kept this up, I’d end up wearing my friend’s cum, and it wouldn’t be the first time. I took him in my mouth for a moment, wrapping my tongue around his dick while he moaned. Boccelli whimpered and Micha’s balls tightened before I released him.

“I’m making him relive his own fantasies,” I snapped at my friend, standing up straight. If only Micha had gotten a peek into the asshole’s mind and seen what I saw.

Grabbing Boccelli, I shoved his neck to the side and stretched my mouth. My canine teeth lengthened, and I pressed in, tasting salt and oil on his skin while snapping his tendons. I dug at his open flesh slightly with my tongue, searching for the two internal jugular veins and then I pierced them.

As his blood flowed through my mouth, I felt my muscles relaxing with each swallow. I had to close the door I’d opened and block out the images this man’s DNA released as I supped, he was no one I cared to examine any deeper.

Backing away from my dinner, I twisted my head and raised my brows. “Hungry?”

Micha took him from me and finished him off. “Disgusting,” he muttered, shoving the body to the ground.

“Now you understand,” I replied.

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