Page 33 of I Will Make You Mine
“What’s this place?” Isiah asked. He was indeed the inquisitive type.
“The training and feeding rooms, Sir,” the maid answered.
“Sir?”
I turned to see the look of confusion on his handsome face as he frowned at the word. “You’re a werewolf now, Isiah. A higher being. Even the lowest supe is better than the richest human.”
“Is that what I am to you, the lowest?” he asked, then groaned at what I suspected was another hunger pang that nearly crippled him. I grabbed his arm as he went down to one knee, and lifted him to his feet.
“No, you’re not, as I’ve already stated. But, make no mistake, Isiah, you are mine.” I helped him towards one of the feeding rooms, then put him inside and locked the door. I looked at the maid. “What now?”
This was all pretty sophisticated, I supposed. Being a dragon, I wasn’t too familiar with the way wolves lived. Once they’d gained their freedom and formed their packs, they kept other supes out of their territory. What was happening now was an anomaly these days. Hell, I didn’t even know these many humans lived in their territories. Some places had less humans, but driving through Josef’s land, I saw some areas that had a lot of people. My King would be interested to learn that information, I was sure.
“What would he like to eat, Sir?” she asked.
Shit, how the fuck should I know? I doubted Isiah could make the choice. “What choices does he have?”
“I don’t want this,” Isiah said. I could see he was starting to panic. “I don’t want to kill anyone. Please!”
I rolled my eyes at his begging me not to make him kill a human. “If there is one thing I know about wolves, they prefer animals over human flesh. Humans are an acquired taste, most will tell you that. However, that doesn’t mean you won’t enjoy it if you did have it.”
“Vex, please,” Isiah pleaded again, this time speaking my name. I didn’t bother to correct him because I rather liked the sound of my name leaving his lips. Perhaps, I wouldn’t go the whole master and sir route.
“I’m not going to make you feed on a human, Isiah. Number one, it’s a messy situation and complicated once we go back home. Humans aren’t easy to kill in Celestial Gardens because of our laws. We don’t have a stable of them, either, like vamps and wolves do. I’d rather keep you on a diet of animals that I can supply you with.” I walked over to his cage. “I suggest you accept the fact that this is how you will need to feed from now on. I’m sure you can still eat human food, but you will need to hunt for live prey, too. It’s your nature now. So, start today and pick your prey.”
His bottom lip trembled when I said that. It was as if he wanted to cry, but his hunger was keeping him from feeling self-pity. I guessed that would come after he had sated himself. Oh well. It wasn’t anything I wasn’t prepared for. Humans complained about everything and he was still thinking and feeling with human emotions.
“We have a selection of rabbits, boar, deer, and muskrat, Sir,” the maid said.
I looked at Isiah. “Pick, or I’ll pick for you.”
“Fuck you!” he snarled.
Stubborn as always. “Boar it is, then.” He looked hungry enough to eat one.
The maid nodded and pressed a button on the panel beside his cell. We all watched as a door opened and a few minutes later, a fat, hairy boar came walking into the cell. It was an ugly beast, in my opinion, with its snout and horns. But, by the way Isiah was looking at the animal, all he saw was a fine meal.
“No, no… please.” He scrambled to the other side of the cell and clung to the wall as if doing that would make it all go away.
“You need to feed. You had no problem eating bacon or a ham sandwich when you were human. Get on with it,” I commanded.
He turned toward me, eyes glaring. “No.”
His words lacked conviction, so I knew it was only a matter of time before his nature would win out. Needless to say, I was tired and didn’t feel like standing there waiting for him to come to his senses. “Open the door.”
The maid nodded and pushed a button. Isiah tried to dash through the door, but I shoved him back so hard, he slammed into the stone wall. He grunted in pain as he slumped to the floor. I stepped inside and walked over to the boar, and with one hand, ripped one of its fat, little legs off. The animal squealed in agony as it thrashed on the floor, blood gushing from its severed limb.
I looked back at Isiah, who was biting his own hand in his frustration with his new hunger. “Put it out of its misery and yourself, too. Feed.” With that, I tossed the severed limb at him and walked out of the cell, locking it behind me. I watched him agonize over his base nature, but it didn’t take long for him to submit, not with fresh blood in the air and a wounded prey so near. He snatched up the severed limb and began to feast on it. I watched, mesmerized as his handsome face transformed into something that resembled a man and beast.
His teeth grew longer, sharper, and he used them to tear the flesh off the bone with ease. I didn’t even think he realized he had changed forms as he was lost in sating his hunger. He snapped the bone like it was a twig and sucked the marrow out. When he was done with the limb, he crawled over to the rest of the pig, which twitched helplessly on the floor in a puddle of its own blood. Isiah’s now yellow eyes were glazed over in his bloodlust. The maid turned away as Isiah bit into the animal’s bloody wound and began ripping away a chunk of flesh. That was all it took for him to go full predator, and the next thing he did was rip out the boar’s throat, silencing its whimpers and squeals.
I turned to the maid. “You can leave us.”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.” She seemed relieved by my words as she hastily made her way past me and out of the basement.
With that, I took a more detailed look around the dungeon, really examining the facility. Like I said, I respected its sophistication. He could imprison wolves in here forever if he wanted to. Hard to train wolves could be held here until they calmed down. Perhaps we hadn’t given wolves the credit they deserved for being the intelligent beings they were. Folly on our part, I’d admit. Just because they liked to eat their own shit didn’t mean they couldn’t be capable of great things, I supposed.
I still planned on biting Isiah and injecting him with venom. I needed to do that to see if we could truly engage in the best sex ever. I’d do it later… after I’d had a good rest. I’d only slept about three hours before Isiah’s sweaty twitching woke me up. Busting those two nuts really got me in a relaxed mood, so I knew I was going to pass out as soon as my head hit the pillow. I did think, for my own safety, I would leave Isiah in his cell. I wouldn’t want him to bite me while I was sleeping. And if it really was Dante’s blood and semen I’d need, I would be dead. Better to be safe than sorry, I say.
