Page 146 of White Wolf
And to everyone’s amazement, the two prostituteshadjoined him, leaving them all gaping in their wake.
A moment later, Kolya’s girl had stepped out of the other bedroom, hand propped on her hip, cigarette clenched between her teeth, rumpled and satisfied-looking. She’d sauntered in behind the others, and the door had shut.
Onestarets, and four women.
Everyone had shaken off their languor then.
So far, all Sasha had heard was the squeak of bed springs and soft feminine moans. A few giggles, murmured words from Rasputin.
But now, suddenly, he smelled blood.
He shot to his feet, growl already rolling through his chest.
“Sasha,” Kolya said, taking a step toward him. “What are you–”
He launched himself at the door.
There was no voice in his head this time, no unrelenting pressure telling him to bend and scrape and serve. He was just him, and in the absence of the call to submission, he remembered just how very strong he was.
The door was locked, but the mechanism gave like tissue paper when Sasha hit it. One lunge took him through the door and into the room, where the hot, fresh scent of blood filled his nose and narrowed his world down to the tableau on the bed.
The girls were all naked now, three of them sitting upright and unnaturally still along the side of the bed, while Rasputin lay over top of the fourth. It was the pale one, who Pyotr liked, and she looked even paler now, staring up at the ceiling as if in a trance.
Rasputin twisted around to see who had kicked the door in, his mouth red with blood. Blood stained the girl’s throat, two dark punctures where his fangs had penetrated her flesh.
A terrible, painful pressure swelled in Sasha’s chest, and when he opened his mouth, out rolled a snarling, snapping, growling bark. It was loud enough to break whatever spell thestaretshad put on the girls, and they all shrieked and clapped their hands over their ears.
Rasputin threw a hand toward Sasha. “Don’t–”
Sasha tackled him.
They hit the carpet and Rasputin gasped.
Sasha dug in with hands curled into claws, snarling and snapping his teeth at the monster’s face. When he spoke, he didn’t recognize his own voice; it didn’t sound human. “You weren’t supposed to hurt them!”
He had Rasputin on his back, and he didn’t try to fight back. He threw up both hands and shrank back, defenseless and pleading. “I wasn’t hurting her. I was only going to take a little from each – they wanted me to!”
Sasha growled at him, teeth bared, face-to-face. He was dimly aware of the girls shouting and fleeing, of a confusion of voices out in the main room, but all he cared about was ripping this monster to pieces. He–
Submit, the voice said in his head, so forceful it sent pain arcing through his skull. His growl turned to a whimper.
Rasputin grabbed his head, suddenly, clenched his fingers tight in Sasha’s hair. His face was all calmness, his eyes huge and bright. “Look into my eyes, Sasha. Look at them. Listen to me.”
Submit, submit, submit.
It was too…
What was he…?
A gray fog boiled up in his mind. No anger, no aggression. No…nothing.
He wanted to be a good boy. To please his master. He wanted…
Rasputin’s hand slid down his throat, and tipped his head to the side. Pulled him down, down.
Yes, he was good. A good boy.
The pain of the bite was a relief. It meant he was good. It meant…
