Page 13 of I Will Make You Mine
“How did everything go with Théoden?” I asked. I’d been particularly interested in learning about that conversation.
Deacon growled and my interest piqued.
“That fucking vampire is something else. Even worse than him was fucking Josef. That pint-size pussy son of a bitch,” Deacon snarled. I could literally see the tips of his canines peeking just beneath his upper lip, but he managed to retract them before they came all the way out.
“I wish I had been there,” I said, chuckling.
Deacon huffed, then pulled his cigar case from his inside breast pocket and removed one of his expensive fancy-smancy ass cigars. I preferred my stogies, give me all the power of the tobacco. It wasn’t like my lungs would be affected. He lit and puffed a few times until the flame caught, then he put his case and lighter away, back into his pocket. His gaze settled on Chandler then and I could tell he was much calmer. What a wonder a few drags on a cigar could do.
“Both Théoden and Josef are going to want to talk to you, and I’ll deliver. But first, I’m going to keep my word. You did an excellent job, didn’t ask too many questions, and so far, things are going according to plan,” Deacon told him.
“Thank you, Boss,” Chandler said, his smile beaming from ear-to-ear.
Deacon nodded. “I’m going to give you the bite. And once you’re one of us, we’re going to put you through hell with every kind of torture imaginable. Not only will it play into our favor that I really did want to make you pay for trying to kill my mate, but it will also prepare you to be able to handle whatever they will do to you.”
“Think you can handle that?” I asked Chandler.
He looked at me, then back to Deacon, and nodded. “Yes, Boss. I’ll heal, right, being a wolf and all?”
Deacon shrugged. “Some shit will have to be permanent. I can’t just send you to Théoden and Josef with perfect fucking skin. That’d raise suspicions. No, you need to have battle scars to tell the tale of the horrific torture you endured. But hey, you’ll finally get what you want.”
Chandler seemed to think about that, I could tell the thought of torture wasn’t at all appealing to him by the way he was gnawing at his bottom lip. Mmm, that was a nice bottom lip. He looked up at Deacon and nodded.
“Yes, Boss. It’s what I want. Will I be a part of the pack, too?” he asked. “That’s what I really, really want.”
Deacon nodded. “Yeah, but you’ll probably have to face some scrutiny from the pack. They’ll know you were a rebel. They won’t know of your actual history as a con man. And I don’t want them to. The only people who know about our little scheme are in this room… well, the fourth person is washing my cum out of his asshole as we speak. But you get the point.”
“I do. I’ll take this secret to my grave, Boss. I’ll take whatever you dish out and whatever anyone else dishes out,” Chandler promised.
Deacon smiled and nodded. “That’s what I want to hear.” He gestured for Chandler to come over to him and the human did, quickly taking his place at Deacon’s feet. “There is a risk in all this, you know.”
Chandler nodded. “I do.”
“I’m going to put Elliot on you in the beginning, then I’ll have Michelle watch over you through the night,” Deacon said. Which meant I was going to be on babysitting duty until the full moon, then our human nursemaid was going to take over. Worked for me.
“Thank you so much for this honor, Sir,” Chandler said. His tone was so humble, you’d have thought he was talking to god.
Geez, calm down, kid. Granted, I loved Deacon and I’d never serve under any other Alpha, but he couldn’t part the Red Sea. Tone down the worship. Even Deacon tossed me a comical glance when Chandler lowered his head to receive the bite. Deacon brushed the boy’s blond hair aside, baring that glorious nape. That was where a lot of the mojo happened.
An Alpha could bite you anywhere and there was a chance you’d turn. But if you really wanted the best results, biting the nape of the neck and injecting the venom directly into the spinal cord was the way to go. He extended his canines and bit, burying them deep into the boy’s spinal cord and injecting his venom. Chandler cried out, but to his credit, he didn’t try to flee. Smart on his part, it would have only pissed Deacon off.
After it was done, Deacon pulled back and removed the handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped the blood from his mouth. Chandler collapsed on his side, his body already undergoing the effects of the Alpha’s bite. I uncrossed my ankles and planted my feet on the floor.
“I guess I’ll take him to my room,” I said. “Who’s going to train the bastard after we’re done torturing him and loaning him out?”
Deacon gave an offhanded gesture. “Dane. You took on two wolves and I must say, I was very impressed and satisfied with their training. Of course, I expected nothing less from you. But I’ll give you a break.”
I smirked. “To be honest, Deacon, none of us need breaks right now. If Akio, Selena, and Laurent plan to attack Josef’s territory tonight or even at a later date, we need to really start building up a bigger pack. The sixty new wolves we’ve turned isn’t enough. We can’t stay neutral in this and think we aren’t going to get hit.”
Deacon gave me a contemplative nod. “I play the long con, Elliot, you know this.” He looked down at Chandler and gestured for me to get him.
I stood up and walked over to the boy who was shivering on the floor, his skin already breaking out into a sweat. “Let’s finish this conversation in my bedroom.”
Deacon shook his head. “Your bedroom isn’t soundproof.”
Ahhh, no, it wasn’t. I chuckled. “True. I like for motherfuckers to hear the screams of pleasure and pain coming from my domain.”
“Listen, deal with him. I don’t want him puking all over my rugs and shit. Put Michelle on him and then come back,” Deacon ordered.
