16. Beck

Chapter 16

Beck

J ax wasn't exaggerating. Our mate is unbelievable. I was expecting to let the three senior officers go in and talk to her. Not in my wildest dreams would I ever have thought I would be going in to have a three on one conversation with her. I'm more of a behind the scenes guy and happy to do that.

While DJ and Neo try to calm down Jax, Cree and I follow KC inside. The office is small, but adequate for this talk. Once she shuts the door and locks us in, I get my first good scent of her. Jax is right, cinnamon and ginger. She smells like… heaven.

She makes her way around the desk with a small computer, nothing special, and sits down. She kicks her feet up on the desk, and pulls a dagger out from who knows where, and starts flipping it in her fingers. If I wasn't in love already, I would be. She doesn't even watch what she's doing while she flips it.

"You have five minutes. So you better start talking," she says.

KC snorts he's not used to being on a time constraint unless it's one he sets. "We've introduced ourselves. Can we get your name? Isn't that usually what's done in a negotiation?"

For a split second, she stops spinning the dagger. "Like I told your glowing friend outside my name is Death. Four and a half minutes left." She begins flipping the dagger again.

"Jax can be a bit much. But he's good at his job. You're not human, but I'm not sure what you are. Care to tell?"

"Just a toxic bitch and your worst nightmare if you don't get to the point." Man is she going to be a hard one to get through to.

King snorts. "You don't know what you are, do you? What about your parents?"

Sitting up in her chair, she stabs the knife into her desk. "My parents are dead. They were both human assassins. I have no clue why I am the way I am, but I'll tell you one thing. You cost me the man that killed them and took them from me. The only two people to ever give a shit about me. Even when they couldn't touch me, they still tried to give me the world. You have two minutes left, now get to the fucking point or get the fuck out of my house."

KC's bravado slips for a moment. "Stanley?" She nods, and he continues, "That man is responsible for more deaths than you'll ever know. He tried to wipe out an entire race. The six of us are the last of our kind. Or at least we thought we were until Jax stumbled across you. Since I'm on a time crunch, I'm gonna be blunt. You're a matriarch. You are the offspring of two full-blooded deathstalkers. Being a matriarch means you have more than one suitable mate. In your case, you have six. We're here to take you back to our clubhouse and get to know you."

She burst out laughing, and it is the most beautiful sound I have ever heard in my life. She wipes some tears from her eyes. "There is no way I can be a deathstalker shifter. I can't shift, I have no inner beast as you call it. It's just my… fluids are toxic, lethal. So tell me another story. I haven't laughed so much in years."

I clear my throat, I touch King on the shoulder. He nods, giving me the go ahead. "Deathstalker matriarchs can't shift. However, to defend themselves, they were believed to have certain other abilities. Such as the toxic nature you exhibit. Only deathstalkers can handle that venom without succumbing. It was the goddess's way to ensure our female species was protected. And we are your mates. If you'd like, I can prove it." I hold out my hand for her dagger.

She raises an eyebrow, but hands it to me. Quickly before she can pull her hand back, I flick the blade across her hand. With the other hand I grab her hand before she can pull away. I lick the blood off her hand. What a fucking mistake. This is holy fuck my dick is so hard I don't think it's gonna stay in my leathers.

My scorpion surges forward, and then in the most guttural voice I never knew I had comes the word, "Mate."

She yanks her hand back and jumps to her feet. I see a bit of panic in her eyes. All I can do is smile. Her blood is an aphrodisiac, and I need her now. As I start to advance, KC grabs one arm and Cree grabs the other. Somebody whispers in my ear, not sure who, but I instantly calm down.

However, I'm still panting, and the need to get to her is almost overbearing. Somehow, I manage to control myself. If King and Cree weren't here, I'm sure it would be a different story.

KC practically shoves me into a chair and tells Cree to keep me there. He keeps his hand on my shoulder which keeps me from doing what I want to do. Which is bend her over and fuck her raw.

KC steps to the edge of the desk, but doesn't advance. "I think what my secretary brother was trying to say with that little demonstration is if what we say isn't true how could you explain that?" He points to me and I know he's referring to the raging hard-on that I cannot hide.

"I…" She stammers as she practically falls back into her chair. She pulls her purple hair out of her face, almost like she's trying to rip her hair out. She seems lost and confused. My scorpion whines… Interesting, I never knew he could do that.

"I don't want to call you Death. Could you please give us another name to call you? I know this is a lot and five minutes is not enough time to explain a lifetime of what you obviously were never told. But there is no way two humans could be your parents. You are a matriarch of the deathstalkers, our matriarch. Let us find the answers and Stanley. Because he is responsible for this, I know he is! If he killed your parents, he was probably trying to get to you."

She just nods. Then finally, she says one word, "Ivy."