“Why, you little bitch—” Jagger nearly choked on his words when I shifted back to my true form, all six foot six of ripped muscle and smoldering sex appeal. These two idiots had nothing on me.
No male did.
The goddess had designed me to be the perfect mate. Sexy and sensitive. Fucking adorable, basically.
“Regretfully, dudes, you’re not my type. I mean, I have no problems fucking males, butewww, I do have a problem with elitist, misogynistic maggot-dicks who trash-talk my soul-bonded mate and threaten her life.”
“So do I,” the vampire purred as he emerged from the shadows. He dropped his glamor and flashed his canines.
Both wolves gasped in horror and pissed themselves at the sight of a feral vampire with an addiction to fresh blood.
Jagger took a giant step back from his embarrassing puddle of pee. “Is this an illusion spell? There are no vampires left!”
Without wasting time on a reply, Rasmus flashed to Jagger’s side and sank his fangs into the wolf’s neck. A gurgle followed before the vampire tore the male’s throat out.
His companion screamed and ran for his life like the little bitch he was.
“Run, little wolfie, run! Grandma’s coming for you, and she has bigger teeth than you!” I laughed manically. “And a much bigger dick!”
The vampire shot after the wolf while I hopped up and down in glee. Damn, this was fun. Way more fun than demon slaying. My acting skills were wasted at this pathetic school.
I should be on stage!
Or in the movies!
Maybe my pet would do a spot of role-play with me?
I pictured it: her in a slinky robe inviting in the horny plumber with his huge tool.
“Let me unclog your pipe, madam,” I said to myself in a stupid Italian accent before cackling.
“Have you lost your mind?” The mage was busy staring at me in bewilderment when I finished role-playing.
“Just testing some dialog for later,” I said, flashing a bright smile at him. “The vampire got too excited, I’m afraid, but if you’re a good boy, he might bring you a wolf to play with.”
The mage examined the dead shifter and huffed crossly.
“Fine, whatever. As long as they’re out of the picture, I don’t much care who kills them.”
Rasmus sped into view and dropped a half-dead wolf shifter on the ground. This male was not in good shape. I peered down and frowned.
“Why is he missing a foot?”
The vampire shrugged. “I’m not responsible for damage in transit.”
“Please let me go,” the shifter groaned. “I won’t tell anyone about this!”
“No, you won’t,” the mage agreed. A bolt of lightning struck the shifter in the chest, and he screamed as his body blackened and burned from the inside out. It was all over in seconds.
Disappointing, if I were being totally honest. I expected way more screaming. And possibly some additional begging.
“Did Demented smell that bad when you cooked her?” Inquiring minds needed to know.
“Can’t remember. I was too busy taking care of my mate.”
“Ourmate,” I corrected automatically. The sooner the mage got his head around the idea that this was a harem and he was the least important member of said harem, the better. Last in, first out was my motto. Unless it involved my dick in my mate’s sweet, sweet pussy. Then I was last in and happy to remain there.
The vampire wiped a splash of blood away from his mouth and smiled cheerfully. “That was fun. We should do this again tomorrow night.”
