Page 46 of Demon's Prey
“Oh, that guy. Why do you think we need to do that?”
“He had a shock collar on. Whenever he spoke out of turn, they would electrocute him.”
Faith thought maybe it was hard for Kurse to have empathy for anyone but her, but it wasn’t. He stood with his hand on his chin, hopefully considering a plan.
Faith turned off the water and climbed out of the stall. Kurse’s tall body took up most of the bathroom, but she had enough space to dry herself off. She planted a leg onto the side of the bathtub and rubbed herself down slowly.
Kurse was beginning to get distracted again, then he stood up. His head hit the ceiling, and he grabbed at it.
“Fuck!” He bellowed, the sound echoing through the room. Faith ran over to him, naked, and grabbed at him. She pulled him in close to her breasts and buried his face there. His breath was hot as he huffed in her scent. She could feel herself getting aroused, so she pulled back and wrapped a towel around herself.
“Oh, no, stay naked!” Kurse begged.
Faith smiled, shaking her head. “We have all the time in the world to make love, my darling. First, we must save that poor creature. Then you can fuck me.”
Kurse slanted his head to the side and pointed at her firmly. “I’m holding you to that. And you’re not coming. You need to rest.”
For once, she agreed with him, and he was thankful for it.
25
KURSE
Kurse ordered Charles to take the helm of the ship and to direct it back in the direction from which they came. Charles scoffed at him, but he knew that if he didn’t accept, then Kurse was going to take control anyway. He steered the ship toward Gideon’s Brood.
“What are you going to do out there?” Charles bellowed at him.
Kurse was leaving the deck and about to hop over to the other yacht. He turned back to Charles, who was gripping the helm still.
“I’m going to do a good deed.”
Charles’ expression looked pained, but Kurse did not care. He hopped over to the other boat in one motion. He vaulted over a few men who came at him with guns, swatting them away like they were flies.
He pushed them hard enough so they would fall over the boat. He looked over the edge at them, watching a few fall and smack their heads on the sides of the boat. One even spun around before hitting the water.
Kurse giggled before moving on to the rest of his enemies.
Around five or six men came at him with more guns. Before any had a chance to fire, he growled and leapt at them, landing and crushing two. He felt their bones mash together, and he finally felt like himself again. Killing bad guys was wonderful!
Two more men tried to open fire at him, but the bullets simply bounced off his scales. It felt like he was being flicked, so he used his giant hands to flick the men who were shooting. One flew backward over the ship’s rail while the other’s head flew off his torso.
Both were equally entertaining.
One man was on his back and trying to fire the gun into his head. All he felt was a pathetic spurt of fire, and it stung a bit. Kurse grabbed him and flung him over his head into the deck. All of his bones shattered at once, causing him to yelp in pain.
“Eat this, asshole.”
Kurse lowered his massive foot onto the man’s skull. It felt like a plum squishing beneath him. He smiled at the scrapings of blood and bones under his foot. He placed his hands on his hips and looked around.
He seemed to have easily disposed of the henchmen on the rooftop. He just had to get down below deck and start searching for the doppelgänger—basically himself. It was going to be strange, but he was going to do it for Faith.
His fated mate.
Kurse smiled at the thought, loving the way that it made him feel.
He made his way to the lower deck, which looked completely vacant. He walked around there for a few minutes, taking in some of the drinks that were leftover. They tasted like perfume and grossed him out intensely.
He then made his way to the engine room. If the fake Kurse looked exactly like him, he would be difficult to hide. As he wandered through the steam, he heard bellowing, then a zip zap of electricity. Kurse presumed it was the shock collar.
