Chapter 8

Remus

It was rare that I resorted to violence, but that bitch made me want to snap. What I needed from her was very much one-sided, and there was little I could barter with her other than the bare necessities. I tapped the touchpad on my laptop and pressed my finger over the sensor until her cell showed on the screen. I wondered if it was because she was a werewolf that we clashed. It was more likely that it was because she was an obstinate bitch.

She had no cutlery, but she picked at some of the baby carrots and cautiously put them into her mouth. I wrote everything that Dr Lawrence had suggested but added some additional medical equipment that we would need. Ms Akon would not go down quickly. It would take a few days until we were ready to move. Until then, it was best to keep her as uncomfortable as possible. She could earn shit back if she behaved.

The intercom for the gate buzzed, and I checked the camera to see a man in a car. It was dark and raining, which obstructed my view. When he rang it another two times, I answered. Whoever he was, he wasn't taking no for an answer.

“Can I help you?”

I asked tersely.

“I’m DCI Hamilton with the police. Is this Mr Remus Hawkins?”

“Yes, it is,”

I said with a frown.

I hadn't expected the police at my door so soon.

“We are making some routine enquiries in the area. Can we come in? We shouldn't be too long.”

I paused for a moment before replying.

“Of course. I will open the gate for you,”

I said as I went downstairs and decided to use the silver needle to be on the safe side.

I filled it up to the required amount of Midazolam before entering her cell. I shoved the needle into my back pocket and then opened the door. She was on guard and ready for me. It would have been impossible to miss the sound of the gate intercom with the enhanced senses.

She held the chains in her hands as if to use them as a weapon. Her body was weak from the transition, so she was no match for me. She leapt towards me and tried to hit me with the chain, but I moved to the side and grabbed her by her waist to shove her onto the ground. I pulled the needle out of my back pocket and ripped the cap off with my teeth before I stuck the needle into her neck.

“Time for a nap,”

I said as she grunted from the silver needle.

I couldn't let her make a sound, and I needed to get upstairs to greet the detective. When her body slumped forward, I let go of her and walked out. I still had some of the body parts on the property, but the bulk of them I’d fed to Zailah. I smiled as I jogged upstairs. By the time I got to the front door, they had just rang the doorbell.

I opened the door to see two detectives wearing extremely bad suits. The older one wanted to be in the office or at home. The younger one eyed me up. This one might be a problem. He was in his early forties and probably trying to climb up the ladder at work.

“Have you been doing some gardening recently?”

he asked after the introductions were made.

I opened the door, and they walked inside.

“I was moving soil to the back of the house to make way for a spring project,”

I said smoothly. “You dabble?”

“No, I kill everything,”

he said with a faint smile. “I leave it all to the wife.”

I smiled politely and led them into the reception room. “What brings you here?”

“We are looking into five missing people. They went missing on Thursday evening. We are canvassing the entire area,”

he said as he watched me sit on the sofa.

I waved an arm, motioning for them to sit down.

“I’m afraid I will be of no use to you. I live and work in London. My time here is limited and is used as a retreat to either work from home or relax.”

DCI Hamilton was looking around the room. He didn't like me or my wealth because I read his barely concealed envy and contempt. There were subtle signs in his micro-expressions and his eyes, but this is what I did. I read people. Zailah was on the other side of the spectrum and showed her thoughts openly on her face.

He nodded to acknowledge my statement but proceeded to pull his notebook out. “When did you come to Ketterby?”

“Thursday evening,”

I said as I sat back in amusement.

“What time did you get here?”

“It was late, between 10 or 11 pm.”

He lifted his head and stared directly into my eyes.

“Since getting here, have you left your property?”

“Yes, I left today for an appointment with my solicitor and to get some groceries. Are you going to explain why you are interrogating me?”

He pulled some photos out of his jacket and handed them to me.

I looked through them and saw the four men and Zailah. I almost paused to look at her picture but managed to stop myself.

“I don't recognise these people. Are these the people that are missing?”

I asked with a frown as I handed them back to him.

“Yes. You didn't hear or see anything suspicious on Thursday night? You have cameras around your property.”

I looked baffled and shook my head.

“I purchased this property because it is peaceful and on the outskirts of the town. When I have the chance, I can look at my external footage to see if there is anything on it.”

He finished jotting down his notes before he gave me an oily smile.

“That would be appreciated. We will get out of your hair,”

he said as he stood up. “I couldn't use the bathroom before I leave, could I?”

This fucking bastard.

I wanted to let out my nasty, snide side, but I held back. Instead, I smiled graciously at him.

“Of course you can. I will show you where it is,”

I said as I stood up.

“No need. We have already taken up too much of your time. Just let me know where it is.”

“Upstairs, second door to your left,”

I said as I watched him leave the room.

There was a bathroom on this floor, but I didn't want to leave him unattended near the basement. He had suspicions about me, meaning he had looked into my past before coming to my house. He wouldn't know about the new property details because it was purchased under an umbrella company and couldn't be linked to me.

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I went downstairs with a blanket to see Zailah lying in the same spot that I left her in. She lay on her front with her head to one side. I checked the time because I needed to know what dosage to give her when I relocated her to the new property. My eyes moved along her body, and I crouched down to grab her ass. It was a nice handful, soft yet firm. I put the blanket over her and rolled her onto her front.

The blood on her face was almost gone, but her neck still had some smeared on it. She had large breasts, peaked with dark nipples, a contrast to her lighter skin colour. A spiteful thought came to mind, and I moved to squat over her body and unfastened my trousers. I spat between her breasts a few times before I pumped my cock a few times until it was fully erect.

I encased my hard cock between her breasts before I grabbed them and squeezed the soft flesh beneath my palms. I settled my weight on my knees as I began to fuck her tits. The thought of leaving her covered in my cum made me thrust my hips faster. It was a shame she was knocked out. I would have liked to have seen all that fire in her eyes.

Her breasts felt perfect around my dick as it slid back and forth, with the length hitting her chin every so often. My fingers tightened around her breasts, and I squeezed her nipples hard as I increased the pace. My breath got choppy as my balls began to tighten.

I looked at her full lips. She was all-natural, full-bodied, and had lips most women needed fillers to get. I let go of her breasts and moved over her body to open her mouth. The tip of my cock was smeared with precum, and I pushed it between her lips. Her jaw was slack, and it allowed me to ease into her soft, wet mouth. She felt too good to stop now.

I held her head and began to fuck her mouth. A groan left my lips as I felt my cum spurt into her mouth. I quickly pulled out and fisted my cock to make sure the rest of my cum landed on her face. It shot a stream over her nose and another on her closed eye. The pleasure of release was extreme due to the taboo aspect of it. I could only imagine her reaction when she found out. Another shot of cum spewed out of me before I relaxed as my dick jerked in my hand. The last few shots of cum dribbled down the head of my cock.

I rubbed it over her lips with satisfaction before pulling her jaw open and pushing it back inside of her. Before I turned into a werewolf, I was never particularly dominant in life or women, but as the years progressed, my aggression required an outlet. Since I changed, I dominated every situation, but with Zailah, it was on a whole different spectrum. She was my equal as a werewolf, but never had I desired someone to submit to me more than her. Perhaps this is why she’s gotten under my skin.

I paused to look at her face as I pulled my dick out of her mouth. My cum was dripping down her nose and onto her cheek, and some of it pooled over her eye. She looked a mess with black smudged face paint and a few spots of blood combined with my cum covering her face. I took my phone out and took a picture of her with my dick resting on her chin.

I had to admit that she looked good in white.