Rasmus and I would then follow.
The door to the shifter dorm swung open, and two figures exited. Giggles and male laughter filtered our way. The vampire’s fangs popped out as he watched.
“Do vampires hunt often?” I asked, curious.
Rasmus flashed me a smile. “Hunting and fucking is the vampire way, although hunting and draining our victims is less socially acceptable in the modern world.”
I blanched. “So what, you used to hunt humans and feed on them?” His grin widened.
“Of course. But over the centuries, we moderated our habits. Before the virus, we only fed from willing humans, an arrangement that suited them and us. Blood thralls were handsomely compensated, and they enjoyed the lifestyle.”
Another shudder ran through me. The idea of being a bloodsucker’s blood thrall did not appeal. I still struggled with knowing my witch let the vampire take her blood. Yes, it was a natural thing between vampires and their mates, but still.
“Feeding is very intimate, you know. Verypleasurable.”
I glared at the vampire.
“Are you reading my thoughts?”
He shrugged. “No, but I can read your expression. A mix of disgust and curiosity. I am always happy to share, mage. No need to be embarrassed about your kinky desires.”
I recoiled. Was he seriously suggesting I join him and Raven in the bedroom?Not fucking happening.
“You’d enjoy it, and I know my mate would.” The vampire popped a fang at me before he shifted his laser-sharp focus onto the incubus and tonight’s marks.
Snippets of conversation floated over before the fake female sprinted toward the forest. The wolves hesitated for a few seconds and then gave chase.To my surprise, they didn’t shift into their animals. Not that it made much difference; a vampire could outrun a shifter with ease.
Rasmus nodded at me and took off, moving so fast I soon lost sight of him. After checking there were no guards around, I followed.
49
Zane
Shifting into other forms came easily to me, but shifting into a female was always entertaining. Running with big breasts never got old. So much jiggling flesh. But thank fuck I still had my normal abilities, or the dumb-ass wolves would have caught me already.
“Catch me if you can!” I hollered while wondering if my pet would enjoy being chased through the forest. I’d suggest it later. Or enter her dreams once she’d fallen asleep and show her how much fun it would be if I ravished her against a tree.
I ran at full pelt along a winding trail, staying just out of reach of the two wolf shifters. The goal was to lead them far enough away that the vampire could have some fun before the mage fried their asses.
Honestly, I didn’t much care how they died; only that they died painfully and in a state of mindless terror.
My mate had told me about the swimming pool attack, and I’d heard them making plans to hurt her in revenge. If the mage hadn’tstopped me, I would have killed them on the spot, but he persuaded me to wait.
On reflection, he was right. Revenge was a dish best served tepid. Or something. Yeah, the karma bus was coming for these assholes.
I skidded into a clearing and waited for the shifters to catch up. A flash of pale flesh to my left hinted at the vampire’s presence. No doubt the mage would arrive eventually. That dude spent way too much time in the gym instead of flexing his killing muscles in the forest. Murdering was an excellent cardio workout—it didn’t matter how fit you were if you couldn’t wield a weapon.
“Cooee, hot stuff!” I posed seductively against a tree and thrust my mahoosive tits out. It had taken almost no research to discover what sort of female these males liked: slutty as fuck with big tits pretty much covered it.
“Damn, Clarissa, you sure can move for a female!” Jagger puffed his chest out and then shucked off his shorts and preened, happy to show off his pathetic wiener.
“Is that it?” A mock gasp fell from my lips. “You claimed you were hung like a bear shifter.”
Jagger huffed indignantly. “Excuse me? I’ve never had any complaints!”
“Don’t worry, baby. My cock will split you in half.” The other idiot whipped his dick out, and I laughed. To be fair, their dicks weren’tthatsmall, but as a discerning incubus, they were not up to my usual standard.
I sniffed loudly and examined my nails. “Sorry, but I’m no longer interested in what you’re selling.”
