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He liked to be in control.
With his giant hand pinning me to the wall, he bent slightly and used his other hand to slide his dick inside me. I gasped, and his grip tightened on my throat. I felt a myriad of things all at once: a slight fear, fullness from his cock, pleasure from it on my clit, and love and deep emotion from the way he was looking at me like he’d tear the world down for me. It was sensory overload and a climax was fast approaching. As he fucked me hard and fast up against the wall, he reached up and twisted my nipple between his slick fingers and the orgasm rushed to the surface so fast, I screamed.
“Fuck yeah, come for me, baby. Clench that pussy around my cock. Milk me. Good girl.”
I was about to come down from my high when he suddenly pulled out of me and spurted his cum all over my stomach. Before the water washed it away, he leaned down, licked it off, then stood back up, spitting it into my mouth, where I swallowed the salty substance with nothing but surprise.
I gasped when his mouth left mine, and I looked into his warm brown eyes and saw he was smiling wide with those perfect white teeth. “Wow,” I breathed.
He rinsed his mouth out under the shower and spit it out, then asked, “What? The choking or the snowball?”
“Snowball?”
“The little salty surprise I gave you.” He grinned and grabbed the shampoo. He lathered up my hair before he washed his own.
“All of it,” I admitted. “So hot.”
He suddenly grabbed my neck again, squeezing gently and looking at me in the eye. “Don’t ever forget you’re mine. Anyone else who touches you is dead.”
I swallowed hard at his words, but the possessiveness of them, made me shiver, despite the heat and steam of the shower.
“Say, ‘yes, Shep.’”
“Yes, Shep.” I rinsed my hair under one of the showerheads and then opened my eyes. “Same goes for you. We’re in this together. Nobody else comes between us, and I will give any woman who touches you a raging case of herpes.” I wiggled my fingers.
He chuckled and grabbed me in a hug. “God, I love you, Nera.”
I looked up at him, wide-eyed. “I love you, too.”
He leaned and kissed me and we stood under the water until it went cold.
Chapter 29
This Is The Hunt
Psycho
I didn’t want to admit I was nervous, but my jerking knee in the front seat of the Suburban said otherwise. Nera found some herbs that would sedate the vamp, whose name we still didn’t know, and he was currently sleeping soundly after taking us to this location—under duress, of course. Not that I gave a shit. He’d be ash as soon as we got Deon. But for now, we needed him, unfortunately.
Nera also assured me that she could wake him if need be. I wasn’t thrilled about her being here, but she deserved closure. She deserved to be here if we found this Deon asshole.
“What do you know about this place?” I asked Wizard, who sat in the passenger seat. Nera and Chaos sat in the second row and Trigger and Menace were in the back row, keeping an eye on the asshole in the cargo area. Strife, unfortunately, was as full-blooded wolf, with two wolf parents, and turned three nights a week, so he was in the bayou with a few others, including a second cousin of mine I’d found out a few months ago I’d had named Rick, who lived here in New Orleans. He’d declined joining the Bayou Wolves and I hadn’t balked about it much. He was a stupid kid who played video games and worked at a hotel and wasn’t ready. Maybe one day he would be, if he matured up.
“It used to be Don’s Mechanic Shop until a few years ago. Shut down during the pandemic, like a lot of places,” Wizard said.
I looked at the place. It was nothing but a squat building with an open bay for vehicles and an office. What an odd place for an exchange of hostages. I peered around the area and noticed the streetlights were off, and when I squinted and looked closer, I saw their bulbs had been broken. The building sat in darkness, but I could see enough with my eyesight that it was dark and anonymous and the cops probably never came around here.
We were parked behind a nearby building with our lights off. I checked the time on my watch: 11:54 p.m. The bastard had told us exchanges happened at midnight but I’d yet to see any cars.
“How much longer until he wakes?” Trigger asked, glancing behind him at the sleeping vamp.
“Not sure,” Nera replied. “I’ve only used those herbs once.”
Trigger’s brow furrowed. “And how long was the vamp out?”
Nera grinned. “I don’t know, we’re about to find out.”
A collective groan rattled through the Suburban but I simply chuckled. Nera didn’t have much experience with vampires. She’d been raised a witch but from what she’d told me, her family lived like humans and didn’t belong to a coven or even use witchcraft that much. They only used it to benefit themselves when they needed something, like money. I hadn’t asked what that meant and I hoped they hadn’t been robbing liquor stores or something.
