Chapter 8

There are only a few things I like in the world.

Nina, obviously.

Pissing off Bitch Mage and the rest of his merry gang.

Oh, and world domination.

You know, the usual.

I lower myself onto my belly on the rafters above the throne room where Kai currently resides, ruling over his minions with an iron fist. Damien stands against one wall, arms folded over his chest as he adopts a nonchalant, almost impassive expression. His icy glare travels across all of the men and women present before resting on Nina, as they always do.

Abel and Cain are standing side by side, the latter leaning on his brother for support. I heard about what happened earlier today, and anger pulsates through my body at the thought. Some people…

I swear, some people are the embodiment of evil. And that means a lot coming from me.

Bronson remains in his wolf form, curled up on the floor beside Nina, who has one hand in his fur. But I’m not fooled by Bronson’s relaxed posture. He’s more than capable of ripping your head off and tossing it across the room.

Dammit. I get a little tingly in my lower regions at the thought of bloody heads.

I allow my gaze to travel back to the assembled crowd. I count only about a handful of females and close to twenty men. All people Kai believes he can trust in this vicious world.

Nina’s friends—Rebecca, Haley, Braelyn, and Jenny—stand near the front of the room, while behind them, a group of battle-hardened men linger. I catalogue each of their faces, counting the number of times their eyes flicker to Nina’s face and darken with lust.

One murder.

Two murders.

Three murders.

I begin to sing it to the tune of “One Bottle Pop”as I sway from side to side. After a moment, I get bored of hiding and flip gracefully over the edge, landing in a crouch in front of a shifter I recognize from my own gang. Pete or something.

“Petey, Pete, Pete,” I singsong, patting first one cheek and then the next. I lean forward and plant a tender kiss on his nose before inhaling deeply, my smile widening. “You smell like a pickle.”

When his eyes widen in horror, the color draining from his face, I shift into my cat form and meander over to where Nina is standing. Clawing at her legs with my best puppy dog eyes—fuck, cat eyes—I wait until she caves and picks me up, nuzzling her face against my head.

“Mr. Scruffles,” she says with a giggle as I lick her cheek.

I swear Bronson rolls his eyes at me, but considering he’s still in his wolf form, I can’t be certain. But if he rolled his eyes at me, I’ll bite his?—

Oh! Shiny!

I begin to bat at Nina’s necklace, a gift from Damien, with my tiny paws, meowing enthusiastically when it sways back and forth. Back and forth.

Wait…

What was I thinking about again?

Oh, that’s right. Murdering someone.

Hmmm…

I wiggle in Nina’s arms until she puts me down, eyes alight with amusement, and then I make my way through the legs of my brother husbands. Abel smirks at me with mirth, but Cain just glares. I hiss right back at him, the fur on my back bristling.

Now who the fuck was I thinking about murdering?

Honestly, at this point, I might just have to take a coin and flip it. Heads, I murder no one. Tails, I murder the next person who looks in Nina’s direction.

I make my way over to where Kai stands in front of his throne, addressing the dead pool issue. I’m not too worried. I’d like to see someone come at me. I can cut them up with my little kitty claws and then piss on their rotting corpse. Have you ever smelled cat pee before? Shit’s rancid.

Doesn’t it just give you the warm and fuzzies to think about the many different ways you can murder someone?

Kai eyes me with annoyance, his right eye twitching, as I pantomime lifting my leg up and peeing on him as if I were actually a dog instead of a cat. Of course, I’m not actually going to pee?—

Dammit. A little sprinkle comes out.

Just a tiny one.

When Kai’s eyes narrow, looking seconds away from lunging at me and wringing my adorable, fluffy neck, I race across the throne room until I reach Damien. I throw myself into his arms, and he instinctively makes a move to catch me.

And then I shift back into a real boy.

Naked and all.

“Hey,” I whisper as his eyes harden. “Are you going to have your way with me, big boy?”

He drops me so hard, I swear I see stars. I’m not going to take offense to it, though. The bastard probably just wanted to see my cock bounce.

Ohhh new idea. Me. Bitch Mage. Nina. One in each hole.

Daddy likey.

And…

I just referred to myself as Daddy. Gag. Never again. That’s one kink we’re not doing, though I wouldn’t protest to a little school girl action.

I can totally pull off the skirt and socks.

The audience begins to retreat from the throne room as Kai ends his speech, and a few glances are thrown my way. I immediately cup my cock with a low, threatening growl.

I mean, hellooo. Just because I’m naked, doesn’t give them the right to look. These man nipples are reserved for Nina and Nina alone. And my cock, of course, which is probably the best cock that the big guy upstairs ever created. That’s Nina’s too.

“Did you pay attention to anything I said?” Kai asks me, annoyance clear in his voice.

I pretend to ponder the question, but the answer is abso-fucking-lutely not. To be frank, if he wasn’t one of Nina’s mates, I would probably kill him. No reason. We just don’t share as profound a bond as I do with Damien. That dude is my bro soulmate, if you know what I mean.

Hashtag Dion for life.

And yes, I have the T-shirts already made. I’m just waiting for them to be delivered to the prison.

“I’m not worried,” I say, pulling myself to my feet and ignoring the pair of pants Abel tosses my way. Pants are for wussies.

Instead, I walk to Nina and pull her flush against my front, grinding my cock against her ass.

“Rion…” Her voice is half pant and half moan, but all it serves to do is amp up my lust. From the glazed expressions darkening the other men’s faces, they’re on the same wavelength as me.

“How are you not worried?” Abel queries, but he sounds slightly breathless and his eyes are glued to where I’m slowly inching Nina’s dress up her porcelain thighs.

“Because no one will be fucking dumb enough to go against us,” I say determinedly. “It’ll be suicide. They know that they’re only signing their own death warrant, and if there’s one thing I learned from my time here—besides the fact that if you want to be my lover, you got to get with my friends—it’s that people want to stay alive. It’s human nature. Well, a lot of things are human nature. Cannibalism, for one. Not that I’m saying we should be cannibals. That’s the first thing they taught me in elementary school.” I adopt a firm, slightly high-pitched voice. “Eating other people is bad. Really bad. Don’t eat people. Eat vaginas.” I pause, allowing my words of wisdom to seep in, as they did for me many years ago. “Mrs. Trembal taught me that. Though…now that I think about it, I’m pretty sure she got arrested by the supernatural police for eating her husband, Mr. Trembal. Though we called him Mr. Tremballsack, because his balls were fucking huge. Nina, don’t listen to me talk about his balls. Fuck! Are you envisioning them? Don’t envision his ballsack, dammit!”

Way to go, Rion. Force your mate to picture some other dude’s wanker.

And now I’m saying “wanker” like I’m British or some shit. I’m not. Well, I can be, if the mood hits.

I push Nina’s dress up even further until my hand is able to graze her panties, already damp from just my words.

Was it the talk of Mr. Trembal’s ballsack?

I jam my cock against her ass once more, as if to say, “Here’s a nice pair of balls for you to play with! Please forget about my teacher’s husband’s.”

I swear, if there was such a thing as Yelp reviews for my balls, I’d be getting the highest fucking star rating known to man.

Two out of two.

Because what fucker has five balls?

Mr. Trembal, that’s who.

I run the pad of my thumb over her slit, only the thin material of her panties separating me from her bare flesh.

With an animalistic growl, I rip her panties straight from her body and go to shove them into my pocket…before remembering I’m naked, and instead, watch as it flutters to the ground. Whoops. Maybe I should’ve shoved it up my ass crack as a sort of temporary pocket.

Bronson, the sly dog-wolf, immediately bends down and grips it between his teeth, slowly backing away.

Finally, I have access to my buttercup’s sweet cunt, and I waste no time stabbing one finger inside of her tight channel. I use my other hand to push down her dress until her tits are bared to the other men in the room.

All five of them—even Bronson, who is now in human form, wearing a pair of low-slung sweats—eye Nina with barely contained lust and wanton need. They look as if they’re seconds from leaping forward and devouring her.

I begin to pluck at her nipples as I add a second digit to her sweet, sweet pussy. She moans, throwing her head back until it’s resting on my shoulder.

“Rion…” she pants, digging her fingernails into my arms.

“Yes, Buttercup?” I bite down on her neck, no doubt leaving a mark, as I begin to circle her clit. Removing my mouth from her porcelain skin, I smirk at the others, “We were talking, yes, mi amores?”

“Why the fuck are you talking in a French accent?” Cain demands, but he sounds breathless. His hand is dipped beneath the waistband of his pants as he touches himself, and fuck, the sight is hot. There’s just something about masturbation that makes a man horny.

Well, hornier. I’m pretty sure my cock is ripping a hole through Nina’s dress with how hard it is. My perfect, beautiful, amazing mate.

Fucking hell.

How did I get so lucky?

I never believed I would fall in love. It was an elusive concept, a daydream that I knew would never be my reality. Who would ever love a shifter like me? Sure, I had my fair share of hookups over the years, both males and females, but all of them pale in comparison to Nina. Hell, they don’t just pale. They turn to dust and blow away on an imaginary wind.

The first time I saw Nina in one of the various tunnels of the prison, I knew I was a goner. How could I not be? I don’t believe in love at first sight and all that crap, but my soul called to hers as keenly as hers did mine. A distant part of me knew we were meant to be together. Just Nina and her pussy.

Wait…

I pinch down on Nina’s clit, just as she trembles in my arms, coming with a scream. I swear the sound of my name leaving her perfect lips is enough to get me to come as well.

As she clutches my arms, I move one of my hands to my cock and jerk myself?—

Once.

A one-pump chump, apparently, because I swear the second my hand touches my dick, I explode across her back.

We will never speak of this moment again.

“I’ll be in your cell, Buttercup,” I whisper in her ear as she falls down from her high, continuing to clutch at my arms and whisper praises.

“Rion!” Kai calls to me, his expression frazzled and eyes molten. Dragon boy is totes lusting over our mate right now. “We need to talk about this.”

I give him a two-fingered salute.

“No, we don’t,” I protest, continuing to walk backwards, my cock bobbing in front of me. I wink in Nina’s direction, though I know she can’t see me. “No one will touch a hair on Nina’s perfect head. I made that message clear.”

I smile wickedly when I think about the way we displayed Benny Poo in the gym. Think ‘X marks the spot,’ with the spot being his penis and the X his arms and legs.

We nailed the fucker to the wall, so any time someone walks in, they’ll be reminded of what happens when you fuck with us.

Come to think of it, we’re gonna need to ban Nina from going to the gym for the next week or so. At least until we remove his dismembered body.

“Well, we have people looking into things,” Damien says casually, pulling a blade from his suit jacket and sliding it through his fingers. I kinda want to lick his blade right about now, but I like my tongue connected to my mouth, thank you very much.

“Can we trust them all?” Abel asks nervously, exchanging a glance with his brother. It’s times like this where I wish I had a twin. Mom said I had a twin, but I ate him in the womb. Or maybe he ate me. Honestly, I can’t remember the logistics, but if I’m eaten, then this is a pretty damn good heaven.

“They already know about the dead pool,” Cain points out. “We didn’t tell them anything they didn’t already know.”

“All we did was offer them rewards for giving us information,” Bronson adds. “They need to know that if they help us, we can make their lives pretty good here in prison. But if they fuck with us…” He trails off with a growl, and I fan at my cock. Hot damn. Can I get Nina to growl like that?

As the five of them continue to bicker, I hurry out of the room and towards our cellblock. Nina’s room is at the very end of the hall, in the room that used to be Damien’s. Well, before that, it belonged to a guard. But a little murder took care of that issue.

I don’t know how long Nina will remain with the others, but I know that the second she arrives here, I’ll be ready. Maybe I should put some wrapping paper around my cock?—

I pull the door open, my eyes automatically landing on the makeshift bomb on her bed.

And then everything explodes around me.