44. Chapter Forty-Three

Chapter Forty-Three

Emm

I couldn't keep up with him.

One minute my pussy clenched, wanting his cock and the next he left me cold and wanting.

Maybe that was why I craved him so much. He kept me chasing after him.

He left his clothes in a heap on the floor and my slick of arousal, which had become a constant drip since being more than the average human, had dried then rubbed against my inner thighs.

I groaned as he pulled me down the stairs. He instantly sensed my discomfort and grunted, his thick, long cock slapping against his hips and upper thighs and slung me over his shoulders.

"Sorry, Princess, but you will want this present." I sensed his excitement through our bond despite the desperation in his dick.

"And then we get to try out the sex room?"

The wolf had some serious taste. He thought of everything, down to the tiniest of details. He had wrestling mats, padded the corners of the furniture, hell, I think he even had a scratching post, for when he shifted into his lycan form. The ceilings were built with a vaulted structure, enabling us to shift.

Oh, Lycan sex?

My body shivered when we hit the cool air outside, and his body heaved in a large breath.

"Princess, you're fucking killing me here," he growled and stomped off into the thickest part of the woods.

"How do you think I feel? I'm fucking chafing. Us girls with thick thighs have trouble with all this moisture." I rubbed my thighs together. My clit pulsed, on the verge of an orgasm. This wolf was a fucking tease and always had me going.

Locke slid his hand up my ass, underneath the fabric, and took a firm hold. "Calm down, I don't need Sizzle smelling the fresh stuff. Just hang on."

I groaned, let my head hang limply over his back and watched his toned ass flex while he walked.

It was such a nice ass.

How could this surprise be any better than the sex room?

Locke picked up the pace, my weight doing nothing to slow him down. If my calculations were correct, we were heading closer to where my old RV was.

I sniffed and smelled Sizzle's familiar smell of burned wood and ink. Before I could get a good look, Locke flipped me over and I saw Sizzle with an AK-47 draped over his shoulder and his eyes rolling.

"You guys fuck like rabbits; more than Grim and Journey. It's kinda disgusting." He pinched his nose. "I can't smell that great, but damn."

Locke grinned, not even bothered that Sizzle, who I knew to be another dragon, could smell my arousal.

Journey told me in passing that shifters don't normally like their mates being on display for others to see or smell. Their arousal, their bodies or anything of that sort. Locke was the exception in all ways, apparently, he was happy to display me; and honestly, I loved it!

I felt sorry for any bastard who tried to touch me, though, because I think that may be when Locke would really snap.

"She smells like fucking heaven, doesn't she?" Locke buried his nose into my neck, his hand hiking up my skirt. "You wanna see some damn good pussy? I bet you haven't seen any in a while."

Sizzle turned up his nose, his mouth frowned into a sneer. "No, and no offense to you, Luna. Pussy doesn't do it for me."

"He's gay?" I whispered to Locke, and he barked out a laugh.

Not that there was anything wrong with that, I was just curious.

Sizzle's face heated and ran his hand through his dirty blonde hair. "Fuck, no, I'm just. Females—ugh. Just no. Females are trouble. I don't need any of that shit."

Locke hummed and shook his head. "Sizzle has sworn off women, especially any second chance he might have. Stubborn dragon," Locke huffed and pulled away, showing his bouncing cock. "He'll fall for his mate soon enough when she comes into his life."

"Fat chance," Sizzle growled and pulled out a pair of shorts. "Now, put these on so they don't stare at that monster dick, with all your hack job piercings, or they won't pay attention to anything you say."

Hack job?

"Our level-headed alpha wanted to pierce himself," Sizzle said, eyeing Locke as he put on the black pair of shorts. "I told him to let me do it but of course he wanted to torture himself, and I lined up the spots where he should pierce his tiny dick, but if you look at it close enough, it's crooked."

I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't sit there and stare at his cock. I put it to good use.

As if reading my mind, Locke smirked and pulled me close by my waist, "She doesn't care."

Sizzle rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, if you need back-up. Link someone, we will be around, but I think you got this handled."

I raised an eyebrow in question, but Locke steered me away from Sizzle, and through a thick grove of trees. The forest was quiet over here, no crickets or frogs could be heard, but then I heard the murmurs of unfamiliar voices, until a taunting voice came through the fold.

"Elena? Are you in there?"

The rapping on the door was quick and my heart stopped when I heard the voice. It had been years since I heard it, but it was like a torrent of memories that swept me up from the past.

"Elena? Emm? Hello?" I heard the creak of the door open, and I peeked through the bushes to see the RV surrounded by men in dark jeans and button-down flannels, like they were trying to fit into their surroundings.

Cars and trucks were parked up the path, no way to escape if there was a car here, not that there was.

"Elena? Emm?" The voice was more irritated now, stomps came out of the RV, and there was the face I hadn't seen in years.

He was older now, salt-and-pepper hair, worry lines stretched across his brow and a nice crease between the eyes.

Instantly, I growled and the men that surrounded the RV, all armed with guns at their side, pulled them from their holsters and took off the safety.

Locke chuckled beside me. "Happy Mating present, Princess. Think you can shift into your wolf, at least?"

My growl rumbled through my chest, and when I looked inward, I saw the wolf that had been hiding within me for the past week. She'd been shy, almost afraid to come forward, but when she saw my father, I saw her take a step forward.

Her jaw snapped, her nose curled and drips of venom fell from her maw.

"Definitely," I whispered to him.

I stepped out from the bushes and the men all had their guns on me.

My father's eyes widened in shock, his face a mixture of astonishment and confusion. "Emm? Is that really you?"

"What the hell is that?" one of his men yelled, noticing the venom dripping from my sharp canines extending past my lips.

"Lower your guns," I warned.

My father let out a nervous laugh and waved his hands in a downward motion to his men. "Put them away. My daughter wouldn't hurt me."

Is that what he thought?

They hesitantly put their guns down, but they didn't let their fingers off the triggers. Locke stood behind me in the brush. He knew I wanted to face this alone, and I was glad for it.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

My father gazed around his men, as if he was looking for an answer, until his eyes met mine again.

"Just wanted to see you," he smiled. "We haven't seen each other in so long. The head of the cartel is dead. They have a much more… forgiving leader. You can come back to Mexico, now." His heart sped up and I instantly knew it was a lie.

I hummed and stepped forward, observing the men around him.

"And why did they keep you alive?" I asked, pinning my eyes on him.

He chuckled nervously. "I had an enormous debt. It was all a mistake. I was so heartbroken over your mother's death I did things I shouldn't have…"

It was a poor excuse for an apology.

"And they don't just kill those who owe a debt, they make them work. I've been working off my debt. Doing what they wanted, their bidding; anything. The new cartel boss said I was done," his eyes brightened. "He said I could find my daughter and bring her back to Mexico, to be a familia."

I looked away from him and crossed my arms.

"Emm, I am so sorry. You have to understand, I was under so much pressure. Please, mija. Please, forgive me."

Lies! His heart was racing, and not with excitement. His forehead perspired and his scent was off.

"Good job, Luna. " Locke intercepted my thoughts. "He is lying. The cartel still wants you dead. They want Elena, now, and they don't know about her son. Don't worry, I've got a pack down south that is taking care of that little cartel problem. Your father and these fuckers, are yours."

I rolled my shoulders back and tilted my head from side to side, to hear it crack.

"Emm, what is wrong with your teeth? Are those… some sort of enhancement?" My father gave me a wobbled smile and I touched them delicately.

"They are. Would you like to see them? After, we can go find Elena and catch up? I'm sure she will be excited to hear about the cartel not being a part of your life anymore."

My father took several steps toward me, his scent of fear dissipating more the longer I stood there. Even his men relaxed when his arms opened and I went into his embrace. I held my nose, the smell of tobacco and burnt almonds stifling, and when I let go I gave him a large fanged smile.

"It's silly, really," I shook my head. My father raised an eyebrow while I let the claws on my fingertips grow, "that you really thought I would forgive you after all these years?"

My father's eyes widened as I lowered myself to the balls of my feet and cut the tendons on the back of his knees. My claws were strong enough to break through the jeans, through the skin and the sinew of any human.

His scream echoed through the night, as he clutched the back of his leg. He wasn't going anywhere, even if he somehow managed to drag himself with his arms.

Open gunfire rained down on me, pegging me in the back and at my side.

Despite being a wolf, I still felt every hit.

Locke roared, jumping through the trees, his muscles glistening in the moonlight. His muscles rippled across his skin as he disarmed the twelve men that accompanied my father.

The air was thick with smoke and the stench of gunpowder as the remaining men ricocheted bullets off the ground in wild desperation. I knew that they were only moments away from being overwhelmed by Locke, who was now standing triumphantly over them, his eyes glowing like green embers in the darkness.

Locke, with his own thirst for blood, took out two. Plunging his fist inside each chest and ripping out hearts. He licked his hand after each one, and watching him rip limbs, meat and bone from the weak humans… damn, it turned me on.

Locke shot me a knowing look, and I shook my head as I punched and elbowed the other men. Two shot off into the dark, unarmed, and I felt my wolf nudge me to chase.

The memory, of how Locke told me not to run when I found out he was a wolf, came to me, and here I was with my wolf. Instincts to hunt and catch prey overpowered me. I couldn't help but grin, my face glowing in the moonlight as I transformed into my wolf. I took off after the men, my instincts kicking in.

The chase was exhilarating, and I could feel the rush of adrenaline as I pursued my prey. The wolf inside me reveled in the hunt, and I knew Locke would be proud. I leapt over bushes and ravines, my nimble paws and sleek body making easy work of the pursuit.

As the men stumbled, trying to evade my powerful jaws. One male looked back, terror filling his eyes and I didn't wait. I lunged for the softer part of his neck, heard a satisfying crunch and dropped his body to the ground. There was nothing quite like the feeling of being a predator in its natural element, and I knew that right now, I was exactly where I was meant to be.

The last human thought it would be smart to climb a tree to evade my hunt. I sniffed around the base and stared up into his fearful eyes. He smelled of fear and ammonia, and the wolf inside me only felt satisfied at the thought of bringing him down.

"No, please!" He cried out, holding onto the branch he was perched on.

Bones' warning, to keep my lycan body inside and let it rest, was long gone. I was never one to listen anyway. I let my bones crack. It felt worse than shifting into a wolf, but I did it anyway. The pain felt good, as I let my back arch and howled into the darkness, only to see my mate dragging my father behind him in his own lycan form.

I snarled in satisfaction and gazed up the tree. My claws gripped hold and I took to climbing. The bark fell, and it wasn't just the scream from the human I was hunting that I heard, but my bastard father who I wasn't chasing at that moment.

Because he was next.

The human climbed onto the outer part of the limb, thinking I wouldn't climb out so far. He was mistaken because I took the challenge. I licked my lips for good effect until the limb broke and I leapt, gripping hold of his leg.

We both fell to the ground and he howled in pain when his arm fell out of its socket.

I didn't let him suffer for long, because it was my father that I wanted to see suffer the most, so I snapped his neck. I felt his lifeless body go limp and turned to my father, who was upside down, held by my mate's claws.

My father was reciting the Lord's Prayer. Like he would go anywhere near heaven. I chuckled, coming closer to Locke, covered in the rest of my enemy's blood.

I thought it was damn sexy. Did that make me psychotic, too?

"Yes," Locke breathed heavily. The cock between his legs bobbed in agreement and I tried to hold back a whimper, because I would not fuck him in front of my father.

Did I want to say something cliche' before I ended his life? Or just get on with it?

I gripped my father by the neck, my claws sinking into his throat, and pulled him right side up.

"Bet you didn't see this coming?" I breathed, my hot breath in his face. "Thought your little girl was weak, huh?"

I took my claw and let it run down his arm, touching the bone as I went.

He screamed and tried to push me away.

"Well, Daddy, allow me to show you how wrong you were." With a swift motion, I plunged my claws into his chest, just missing his heart. I felt the warmth of his blood against my palms. His eyes widened in shock and fear, and for a moment, I saw the same expression I'd mirrored in his eyes when he tried to marry me off to a cold-blooded killer.

At that moment, I couldn't take it anymore. I'd had so many ideas about how I wanted to make him suffer, but I just wanted to end it all, quickly and swiftly. So, I slit his throat with a swipe of my two claws.

He gargled, unable to form words. I watched the blood trail down his neck and onto the leaves of the forest floor.

It was done. No more running.

I was safe. Elena and Luis were safe.

My body, tired from running and shifting, cracked. I winced, feeling myself shifting from that of Lycan, back into my fleshed human form. Again, standing naked in the woods.

I felt Locke approach me from my periphery, in his human form. His cock still throbbed, and his eyes were filled with pride, and desire.

Without a word, we turned to each other, our bodies glistening in the moonlight, covered in blood and sweat. He licked the side of my face, tasting drops of blood, until our lips met.

Passionately, our tongues entwined as we savored the taste of our enemies and the thrill of a hunt, a kill and a fucking victory.