How To Ruin Easter For A Werewolf

by Rose, Dahlia; Hart, Crymsyn

  “Demona, this has nothing to do with the rabbit. Sweetie, please. There’s something here in the club. Something I didn’t think I would ever smell again. We have to get out of here. If they find us, we will be on the dinner menu and not the rabbit. Trust me on this one. It’s not some ploy to get you naked again or deny your hunger. I’ll buy you prime rib, lamb…whatever you want. But please, come on.” Sebastian didn’t know if she was going to come with him or not, but after a few minutes of her searching his eyes, her stubbornness drained away.

  She was going to give into him. He drew her into his arms in a quick hug and claimed her lips for one brief second. “Thank you. Come on.”

  Sebastian backtracked, following their own scent to the room where they had gotten changed. The Red Dragon was no longer around. The werewolves began to strip out of their costumes. They were almost back into their clothes when Sebastian stopped. Instead of them getting the white rabbit, he had walked into the room with them.

  Under the costume, the person inside of it had a round face, long thin nose, thin lips, and beady red eyes. Demona stopped from putting her top back on and stared at the rabbit. He moved over between the two of them. Nothing was going to happen to his wife, if he could do anything to prevent it.

  “Well, well, it’s true. I thought I smelled werewolf while I was outside. It’s been so long since I’ve had one of your kind. You will make a tasty meal for me and my comrades,” the white rabbit hissed. A long forked tongue caressed his thin lips.

  “Look, do what you want with me. Just let her go.”

  The white rabbit stared at him and then began to laugh. “I’d forgotten how funny your kind can be. That really is amusing. Here you were thinking you were going to be the wolves in the Peeps’ clothing, but it only appears you are still sheep, or chickens. God, I can’t believe you took those costumes. Everyone hates them.”

  “See,” Sebastian murmured to Demona. His mate wasn’t listening. Instead she shoved him out of the way and faced the rabbit on her own. She drew herself up in all her glory. He wished she wasn’t so persistent or stubborn. She was going to get them in so much trouble.

  “Look, furry. I don’t care what or who you think you are. You are so not going to be eating us. We are walking out of here and your bushy tail is going to watch my ass swish out of this door.” Demona growled low in her throat. Sebastian finished pulling on his shirt. The rabbit’s eyes flicked over to him. He was finding this whole confrontation amusing.

  “She doesn’t know what I am, does she?”

  “No, and I would like to keep it that way. Can we make a deal or something here? We didn’t know this was your hunting ground. We haven’t eaten anyone. We’ll go and get out of the city. How does that sound?”

  The white rabbit crossed his paws over his chest and thought about Sebastian’s offer. Demona moved to his side. “What is up with this guy? Why are you kissing his ass? We should be eating him. I’m hungry, baby.”

  Sebastian kissed her on the cheek. “I know, Pookie, but we don’t want to mess with his kind. They are bad news for werewolves. They are our natural enemies.”

  “But we don’t have any enemies. We’re the top of the food chain.”

  “What? Top of the food chain? Is she kidding, werewolf?” The white rabbit stepped forward. The seams ripped on the white bunny costume and it fell away. The true creature hiding inside of it showed itself to the werewolves.

  Sebastian grabbed Demona by the arm and held her behind him. She was not fighting him this time. Before them, the human inside the animal costume had grown and was still growing. His whole body morphed and bubbled. Before long, his skin had gone from white to dark brown. All the flesh had fallen away from his body, shedding it like a snake, a very large snake, like none they’d ever seen. His arms disappeared as did his legs, fusing into his body to become a large King Cobra shifter. They were the only enemies the werewolf had.

  This one was obviously several centuries old. They only grew to their full height when they were around five hundred. Sebastian figured this one was well over that.

  The hood on his head unfurled and the cobra started waving back and forth trying to hypnotize them. Sebastian knew to stare at the floor and not directly at his deep red swirling eyes.

  “Now do you know what I am?” the King Cobra hissed.

  Demona looked between him and Sebastian. Fear had turned her face whiter than the rabbit costume now in pieces on the floor. “I didn’t know, Sebastian. I swear. I thought he was human.”

  “I know, baby. It’s all gonna be okay. I’m going to take care of everything.”

  The snake laughed. Its long pink tongue showed its sword-like fangs that dripped with venom. One strike with those and they would be dead. The snake would swallow them whole. That was why they were the natural enemies of the werewolf. Sebastian had heard stories of how the wolves had eradicated the last of the Cobra species eons ago, but some of them must have been missed.

  He had to get Demona out of there. The room they were in was windowless. He did remember seeing one window in the back that had been turned into a dressing room. If she could make it in there. At least his children would be safe. Sebastian drew her into him and nibbled at her neck.

  “When I say so, run to the dressing room and climb out the window. Get as far away from here as you can. Do you understand me?”

  “I’m not leaving you!”

  “You don’t have a choice. You will do what I say!”

  Demona didn’t give him a snarky answer back, which he was happy for. They met each other’s lips one more time in a deep kiss before Sebastian released her and went to face his age-old enemy.

  Chapter Six

  Demona sprinted down the hallway into the darkness. The smell of her own fear filled her nose. Her heart banged against her ribcage. Her fingers trailed over her stomach protectively. The music from the different party rooms filtered into her ears. A crack of light showed at the very end of the hallway. A glaring red exit sign peered out of the shadows. The scent on the air was not so stagnant here. A light breeze wafted through the hall. She smelled her freedom. It would be so easy to break through those doors into the night and get away from the large snake. Part of her was horrified to even think that she would run out on Sebastian. She always thought she would fight tooth and nail next to him in case there was danger thwarting them. However, her instincts kicked in and she ran.

  A low growl rumbled in her throat. Her nostrils flared clearing out the aroma of the rabbit. The scent must have been something to entice werewolves. Her mate had told her scary stories around the campfire while they were in the bayou about creatures that lived in the shadows and were enemies of the wolf packs. She never imagined she would encounter one.

  Her stomach grumbled. She licked her lips from the perfume of the sweating humans in the other parts of the warehouse. She desperately needed to eat someone. Her gaze flicked to the exit again. A couple of leaps and she would be liberated. If she went in the other direction she could have whatever fluffy pet she wanted sinking between her teeth. All she needed was to get past the stuffing and the cloth then sweet red meat would slide down her throat. A scream erupted behind her. Sebastian.

  Food be damned! She had to save him. There had to be something that she could use for a weapon against the gigantic snake in the other room. Fangs and claws weren’t going to be enough.

  Think! Think! She began pacing. Her thoughts returned to the rows of costumes she had seen in the other room. Quickly she ran through them in her mind. Nothing in there would frighten the snake.

  “Hey, girlie, whatcha still doing here? Where are those lovely costumes that I set you and that luscious man up with?”

  Demona strangled the growl in her throat. She spun around. Standing in the hallway was the Red Dragon who had hit on her mate earlier. “Err… sorry, we were leaving. He got a little skittish. All this is new to him. And…well, I was looking for the bathroom. I really gotta pee.”

  The dragon
stared at her for a long moment, sizing her up. Something about it wasn’t right. He crossed his stuffed talons over his chest. “Sweets, do you really know what kind of a club this is? Not all those dressed up Care Bears and rabbits are human. You do know that, right?”

  Her jaw dropped. What the hell was he talking about? “Ahh, I’m sorry. Not human?”

  “Don’t play stupid with me! I knew exactly what you were the first moment I saw you. Wolves, right? And you’re carrying a litter. You smell pregnant. I would’ve put you in sheep costumes but we were all out. Besides, it was fun fucking with your mate. The look on his face when I showed him the baby chicken costumes. That was precious.”

  “What are you? Are you like the White Rabbit?” She backed up a few steps, trying to get closer to the exit. Damn her appetite and wanting to follow that blasted rabbit down the rabbit hole. “Are you going to try and eat us, too?”

  “Eat you? Why would I do that? This is neutral territory for all shifters. No one can make a meal of us here. Besides, you’re not my type at all. I go for snakes. Now come on, sweets, where is that luscious thing of yours? You can tell Samuel the truth.”

  Demona told him how they ended up in the warehouse in the first place. Her and her craving for rabbit. When she mentioned the rabbit the dragon’s face fell. “Damn Monty. I told him the next time he ate one of my costumers he was going to get it. You stay right here, lovely. I’ll go set him straight.”

  The Red Dragon, Samuel, bounded off in the direction where Demona heard Sebastian scream again. After a few moments of not hearing anything, Demona ran down the hallway, not caring what the other two men had said. She was not going to stand by the sidelines and watch Sebastian get killed. She came to the doorway and peered in. Her mate was on the floor clutching his stomach. Smears of red blood painted the floor and the wall. The snake cowered in the corner. In front of it was the largest weasel she had ever seen. On the floor beside the weasel was the Red Dragon costume Samuel had been wearing.

  The weasel was roughly the size of Sebastian when he turned into a wolf and he resembled a small pony. She slipped in and took her mate in her arms, cradling him. He wasn’t opening his eyes. Hot tears slipped down her cheeks onto his face. He was so pale.

  She smoothed back his hair. “You can’t die on me, Sebastian. How am I going to raise these babies without you? They’re going to need a father. So wake your ass up.”

  There was more hissing. The snake struck at the weasel. A long fang pierced its pelt, but it didn’t stop moving. He snapped right back at the King Cobra. The hood of the cobra came out, eclipsing the light in the room. Its red eyes hypnotized while it swayed back and forth. She was unable to look away. The weasel struck again. The snake dodged out of the way. This time the snake hit again, but the weasel was ready. It jumped on top of the snake’s head and bit down, lodging itself onto the King Cobra. Black blood spurted everywhere, even onto the ceiling. The cobra tried to get the weasel off of him, but the snake wasn’t able to shake him loose. Even though he shook his head vigorously, the weasel held on. Finally the light began to die in the snake’s eyes. He slumped to the floor. His tail went still.

  Demona’s attention went back to her mate. She ran a hand through his hair. His breathing was ragged. There was a hand on her shoulder. She glanced up at the naked weasel. His entire body was black from the blood. “Don’t worry, sweets. I have some anti-venom in the other room. You just stay put and I’ll be right back.”

  She nodded. Demona pulled off her shirt and began wiping away the blood from the wound in his abdomen. She pressed it against the gash only to see it was red and swollen. The venom was already in his system. The small branches of the poison worked outward from the wound and headed north to his brain. Once it reached that he would be gone for good. Already his heart wasn’t pumping as quickly. He wasn’t waking up. In a moment Samuel reappeared with a long needle filled with a clear liquid.

  “Stand back, luscious one.” He took he needle and plunged it straight into Sebastian’s heart. Demona gasped. Her mate’s body arched off the floor when the liquid hit his heart.

  “Will that save him?” she whispered.

  Samuel patted her arm. “It should. I keep some of this on hand because Monty liked to bite the humans he fucked. One bite from him is toxic within minutes. With him being a werewolf, and an old one at that, I’ll say that he has more than a good chance to recover. Besides, he’s such a wonderful specimen of wolf that it would be a shame to see that go to waste. Not that you’re not half bad yourself, sweets, but …” he paused while a contented shiver went up his spine. Demona smiled. “But he is just the kind I want to play with. Maybe we could go in for a threesome.”

  “Ahh… I don’t think Sebastian would go for that. He’s strictly a one-woman wolf.”

  He pouted while he lifted her mate over his shoulder. His gaze lingered too long on Sebastian’s butt for her liking. A low growl rumbled in her throat. “Ahh, sweets, no need to get all bitchy. I was only saying. A fine thing like him. Such a firm ass. You certainly are a lucky one. Come on.”

  Demona followed behind Samuel, noticing the way he sashayed. She licked her lips, hoping he had some food where they were headed. Her mind was semi at ease knowing what he said about Sebastian. Calmness descended over her when they walked into a sumptuous room filled with pillows of all different hues and sizes. In the back was a dungeon, including a rack and an iron maiden. All different kinds of sex toys from whips, a sex swing, to blow up dolls were neatly placed on shelves by the dungeon. In another section of the room was a bed with a camera in front of it. Another section was set up as an office with state of the art video equipment and computers.

  This guy has everything to make his own porn films. What kind of a creature is this?

  He placed Sebastian on the bed and walked off into another room. “Make yourself at home, sweets. The bathroom is down the hall. First door on the left. Take a shower if you want. Food in the refrigerator. Just don’t eat any of the cheesecake, please. I’m saving that for a special occasion.”

  Demona sat next to her mate. His breathing had eased. She checked his pulse. It wasn’t as thready. The wound from the cobra appeared to be healing. Now all he needed was rest. “Ahh, thanks,” she called to Samuel.

  She didn’t get an answer. But all of a sudden she did have an overwhelming need to pee. Demona got up and used the facilities, finding them right where the weasel said they would be. Her stomach growled while she searched for the refrigerator. She lifted her nose and scented the air. There was fried chicken in the refrigerator. It wouldn’t completely satisfy her craving for rabbit, but it would do. She found the refrigerator and pulled open the door. It was stocked with booze, two buckets of the Colonel’s special recipe, and three cheesecakes. Her gaze strayed to the cheesecake. Her hand drifted to it, but better not to anger her host, so she grabbed the two buckets of chicken and began chowing down.

  “Goodness, I guess you are hungry. How many bambinos are you carrying in there, sweets?”

  Demona looked up and belched. She giggled and covered her mouth. “Excuse me.” There was a pile of bones in the first bucket she had devoured. The second one was already half-gone. Her host reached in and took one of the drumsticks. She had to suppress the urge not to snap at him.

  “Ease up. I’m not going to take the whole thing from you. Geesh, you pregnant bitches are worse than a famished alligator. And trust me, a starving alligator is not pretty to be around. So tell me, what brings you to New York? You hunting for territory or just running through?”

  She swallowed the last of the chicken. Her stomach was content for a little while. “Just running through. We were up hunting in the Maine woods. Got a good many moose, but it started to get cold. He hates the cold and doesn’t like it when the snow sticks to his fur. We’re heading down to Louisiana. We have this little place there in the middle of the bayou where we can run free and not have to worry about humans encroaching upon us.”

  “Don’
t I know it. Mortals these days don’t know when to quit. Well, you can stay here. Don’t mind what you see going on. It’s commonplace here to see any number of creatures passing through. My only rule is that you don’t eat anyone human or otherwise. This here borough is my territory. Just ask any vampire or shifter. They know not to fuck with me.”

  Demona heard the edge in his voice. The warning was there. She nodded. “Don’t worry about it. We won’t eat anyone. But you gotta tell me where the best place for rabbit is around here. Cause these kids are not going to let me rest until I get some.”

  Samuel smiled. “I know an excellent restaurant a few blocks over from here. Now, go get some rest. When you wake up, I’ll make sure that the fridge is stocked. Take care of your man. Play with anything you want. I’ll be around.”

  He got up and walked out. Demona heard the door lock behind him. She didn’t care. Her belly was full. After watching Sebastian breathe evenly for a few moments, she knew that everything was going to be okay.

  Chapter Seven

  Sebastian opened his eyes slowly. Everything about him hurt. He remembered being slammed to the ground after being speared by the fangs of that King Cobra. Fire had burned through his stomach when the fangs pierced him. After that everything went dark. He should be dead. He had never heard of anyone surviving an attack from a King Cobra.

  He inhaled slowly. Demona was next to him. Her heady scent stirred his cock even though he wasn’t up for a round with her yet. Her warm body pressed against his back. Her hard nipples grazed his flesh. The steady even breathing of his mate reassured him that she was okay. Unless she, too, was in Heaven with him. If that were the case then he was damn lucky to have her.

  He turned over slowly in the bed and gazed down at his mate’s mocha skin. It glistened in the weak light, filtering through the windows. Her braids were tied behind her head. She was topless. The curve of her breasts and the tightened nipples sent shock waves through him. Fuck it. If he was in Heaven then it didn’t matter how he felt. He could make love to his mate whenever he wanted. One hand rested lightly on her stomach over their unborn children. A surge of joy went through him when he thought about the fact that he was going to be a father. He was so afraid when she first told. How was he going to care for his children? How could he be a father? He was too old to be a father. He was heading into his third century of being a wolf. If he was lucky, he had two or three more centuries before he would actually be taken. Werewolves weren’t truly immortal, but they possessed a very long lifespan. Demona had no idea. Normally, if a mated werewolf couple did conceive children, it was when they were only a century or two old.