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“Stop it,” she orders, her voice infused with her power. I shudder at the feeling. “I can feel you spiralling. You are still one of us, still important, and we need you no matter what. You are my halfling, Jai, the best of both worlds. Don’t ever think otherwise.”
“Quinn, they are wolves now. They won’t need me?—”
She snarls, cutting off my words. “I need you. I saved you, Jai, and for good or bad, there is something between us. You were right about that. I need you, don’t you see? You are—” She leans down, pressing her lips to mine upside down. “You’re the only one who understands.”
The words are whispered.
I swallow it, loving being needed by her. “Okay.” I relax, turning so I can kiss her properly. She sighs and sinks into it, the bars keeping us apart. “So what now?”
“Now, we let the wolves sleep, and when they wake, we teach them how to change so they have the element of surprise in the fight tomorrow. We are going to rip every hunter here apart. I want to bathe in their blood. I want to eat their fucking hearts and drown in their screams.”
I pant at her bloodthirsty words, even as her claws prick my head, drawing my blood.
“I want to show them just what a beast I can be.”
I can’t tear my eyes away from Vale and Lucien. They are sleeping peacefully as wolves, and the ferals in the ring at thebottom have quieted down now. It’s almost too quiet here. I dare not speak. I just sit here with my eyes trained on them.
I’ve already lost them. They aren’t hunters anymore. They are wolves. I am nothing, and despite what Quinn says, I will never fit in with my brothers again, even if we survive past this moment.
I know what the hunters have planned for us, but I also know the look in Quinn’s eyes.
I wouldn’t dare stand against her, even if I were still a hunter. In her blue depths, I see death. I see a stark hunger for revenge, as if she has let go of all the reins on her beast side. Sitting in that cage with an innocent smile on her face, she is not the Quinn I have come to know and care for.
She is a monster who will bathe in blood before this is through.
The sight shouldn’t make me hard, but it does. What can I say? Crazy likes crazy, and my brain has never been right. I appreciate pain, I love death, and I thrive on bloodshed, so seeing her like that? Yeah, I’m as hard as a rock, and now is not the fucking time, but my cock doesn’t seem to care.
Her eyes drift across me like she feels my need, and I practically shudder under that look. She isn’t even touching me, but it doesn’t matter when it comes to Quinn. I ache to feel her claws ripping at my skin, making me bleed. I ache to have her use me.
“Jai.” The way she caresses my name has me pressing to the bars, begging wordlessly for what I know only she can give me.
She crawls across her cage, her hips swaying from side to side, a predator even in the state she’s in. She doesn’t stop until she presses against the bars, mirroring how I’m sitting, her head tilted as she watches me.
“I can smell your need,” she murmurs, licking at the air as if tasting it. I grind my cock into the hard bars, the pain makingme hiss. Her eyes dilate at the sound, looking down my body and back up as I gulp.
Her eyes land on my bobbing Adam’s apple, and a gleam enters those shining depths.
Slipping her hand through the bars, she grips my shoulder and tugs me impossibly closer until I’m squeezed against the metal.
“I want to taste it,” she whispers, forcing my head back, her lips trailing down my chin and stopping on my neck as I pant, swallowing hard at her proximity.
Her sharp teeth close around my Adam’s apple, and slowly, so fucking slowly it drives me mad, she starts to bite down. I feel the moment her teeth break through my skin, the sharp pain followed by blinding pleasure as I groan. My cock jerks from my desire as I feel my blood slide down my neck.
Moaning, I thrust into the bars as she bites me, tasting the fire in my blood, her hands holding me prisoner.
“Baby,” I plead.
“Hmm?”
When my voice comes, it’s hoarse. “I’ve behaved. I’ve been a good boy. Please, please, Quinn.” The words flow out of me, uncontrolled. I barely know what I’m saying, but I don’t care, not if it gets me what I want.
It’s a type of pain that only someone who understands agony can provide, and it sets me free.
Most would think it strange and morbid, but pain has been my constant companion since my parents died. It’s what keeps me moving, keeps me feeling anything other than the rage inside me. Pain is what allows me to cope, to be free, and I know Quinn can give me that release.
Her teeth dig in harder, until it feels like she will rip my throat out. The agony is pure bliss, and my eyes slide shut with ecstasy. I slump against her, giving her control over my body andsoul. I let someone else take away all that darkness inside me, and instead, I just feel.
I feel every sharp point of her teeth.
