Page 16 of Creature's Vengeance
“Gifts to ensure your success.”
Wow. It was far more straightforward than I expected.
“What if I disagree about a soul?”
“Then choose not to hunt, but know that punishment always comes to the wicked, one way or another. I get my souls.”
I shivered as a chill slid down my spine.
“I’ll do it.”
He nodded. “Sign.” His nail sliced across the tip of my finger as I lifted my hand, and I signed the parchment in my blood. The cut sealed shut as I dropped my hand. No pain. No wound.
“You’re no longer two personalities now, Balen. Drake and his shadow warrior will combine with you and bond. You’ll merge and become thecreatureyou were always meant to be.”
His finger tapped my forehead, and I felt a rush of wind before something tackled me to the ground. A heavy presence hovered above my skin, invisible to the eye, before sinking into my flesh. For a second, I felt suffocated. Panic widened my eyes. . .and then it faded.
Hello, Balen.
It was Drake’s voice and also something else. Deeper, Grittier. And so fucking powerful.
It felt so good my cock hardened.
Lucifer laughed. “Better take care of that.”
I scowled. “My dick is off limits.”
“So you say, but you’re straining in your jeans. If you’re not careful, you might pop a button on that fly soon.”
“It’s not for you, fucker.”
He chortled, simpering with glee.
“Welcome, Creature. I’m going to enjoy having you in my collection.”
Mother. Fucker.
He disappeared before I could reply. I lowered my gun, realizing I still palmed it and shoved it back inside the pocket in my cut. The giant dragon-like egg vanished, and the smoke disintegrated. All that remained was Manic, who stared at me with humor, and Maddog, who clapped me on the back.
“You get fuckered too?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yeah. Lucifer is a tricky bastard.”
He chuckled. “Sure is.”
I adjusted the erection I couldn’t seem to control, and both of them lost it, nearly falling off their bikes with laughter.
“Fuck off,” I spat, throwing a leg over the seat of my Harley and firing up the engine.
“Let’s get you back to the clubhouse. You need your cut, tattooed, a whiskey, and your dick sucked. You’ll have to figure out that last part on your own.”
I knew that. “Asshole.”
Back at the new clubhouse, I shrugged on my new cut, admiring the patches that read Creature and Enforcer. It felt right. Like all this time, I’d been waiting for something, and I didn’t know what it was until now. Maybe it was just committing to the same life as my old man and finding my place in an MC. He would be proud of that. But also, because I had struggledwith Drake and kept him a secret, this rendered the idea that I was crazy void. Now, it didn’t feel so strange. I could sense him and the entity. It wasn’t like a separate personality that I wouldn’t remember when he took control. We were all the same now. A shared consciousness. Wild.
I ended up in my room hours later, fisting my cock in the shower because after jerking off twice in my bed, I still had a raging hard-on. It wasn’t going down. Horny as fuck, I pictured the girl’s face I found at the bar. It was fucked up, but I imagined her kneeling before me, taking the tip of my dick in her soft, wet mouth, and sucking hard.
My body jolted.
