“Danjal,” his name tumbled from her trembling lips. How could she fear someone she desired so much?
“Your lies, and your fear of me, almost got you killed.” There was a sexy rasp to his voice. “And I never want to experience fear like that again.” He glided towards her, and Reba took a step back.
“Do you fear me still?” He reached out, and stroked her chin with his index finger.
Reba considered him a moment. There was a tightness around his lips, a stark contrast to the desire she saw burning in the depths of his heated gaze.
“No,” she straightened her shoulders. “But there are times when you go all commander on me.”
“Oh, for Christ sake!” he grated, and was upon her in a second. His arms slid around her waist, and he swept her off her feet.
Reba squealed when his arms wrapped around her like steel bands, as he hoisted her higher, forcing her to wrap her legs about his waist. He walked her towards his desk, where he set her down, and yanked her hips to the edge, ramming her crotch against the hard ridge in his pants.
“Danjal!” Her chest heaved as she panted, pushing at his chest with her palms.
“Go with it.” He cupped her face between his hands, and gently brushed his thumbs across her burning cheeks.
Their noses inches apart, she felt his warm breath on her lips. “What do you want from me Danjal?” she whispered, and his thick lashes fluttered down, as he studied her mouth.
“You!” he growled, drawing in a deep shaky breath, and traced her mouth with his thumb. “Just you…”
Heat pooled between her legs at his confession, and he gently pushed his thumb between her lips, and groaned when she drew it into her mouth.
“Fuck Reba, this is killing me. Tell me sweetheart, ten years ago, was it crazy like this between us?”
She cupped the back of his neck, and drew his mouth to hers, sometimes words were not enough, and most times they just got in the way. His thumb left a damp trail on her cheek as his lips covered hers.
“It was hot…wild,” she murmured beneath the onslaught of his hungry mouth, and threaded her fingers into his short hair. She raked her nails across his scalp, as he leisurely pumped his hips, the hard ridge of his cock rubbed against her jean-covered pussy. Wanting more, she followed his ribcage down to the waistband of his pants, where she found the cool metal button, which she opened with little more than a twist of her fingers. If the heat of hell was anything like fucking Danjal, Reba knew she’d visit it often.
His phone rang, and Danjal groaned. She felt the vibration on her tongue, pulling his mouth from hers, his voice rumbled across her lips. “Don’t go there now baby,” he caught her hands in his. “Noah is on his way to the Churchlands, and I have to be at the barracks to meet him. I just wanted to talk…about us…the past…you know…”
Reba looked down at the head of his burgeoning cock that peeped eagerly from his underwear, and she bit down on her bottom lip. “Fuck Noah,” she brushed his hands away, and rubbed her thumb along the ridge of its engorged head. Hearing his sharp intake of breath, she glanced up, and holding his gaze, she reached for his zipper and defiantly dragged it down.
“Sweetheart, we can do this later, when we have more time.”
“That never stopped you in the past Danjal.” She slid her hand into his underwear, and fisted the girth of his swollen cock, hauling it from its confines. She’d dreamed of this for so long. Danjal in her arms, between her legs, looking at her the way he was now. Hungry and wanting!
Musky smelling liquid seeped from his slit. Its unique scent intoxicated her with the desire to suck him until he poured his seed onto her tongue. Instead, she milked his cock of the thick fluid that oozed over her fingers lubricating her palm, as her hand moved up, and down his shaft.
“Baby, I’m going to blow this load all over you.” He growled, and yanked up her sweater, exposing the bronzed skin of her abdomen, and ripe breasts. Resting his forehead against hers, he reached between them, taking his cock from her hands, he murmured, “Watch me.”
Reba knew him well, knew what he liked to do, what he liked her to do. She clenched her thighs around his hips, as he pushed her ever so slightly backwards giving them both a view, as he worked his slick cock. She watched his pale hand sliding along its thickly veined length. She held his fevered gaze for long moments waiting expectantly. At last, his breathing changed, becoming ragged, as he gasped her name.
“Oh, fuck Reba!” he grunted, and cum erupted from his cock landing in hot ropes on her chest.
Reba watched, as rivers of cum dripped down the valley between her ripe breasts. She licked her lips, and whispered, “is that all you’ve got for me, baby?”
Danjal shook his head. “Sweetheart I’m just getting started,” his nostrils flared, as he pumped his dick, and Reba saw his balls tighten, as he prepared to dump the payload. He stood between her legs, his head thrown back, his eyes closed, the delicious tendons in his neck exposed, as he sprayed his desire across the bronzed skin of her stomach.
Reba watched intently, as he emptied his balls all over her, loving how his chest heaved and his breath soared between his tightly drawn lips. When he was spent, he pushed her thighs open, and leaned across her body, taking her lips in a hot open-mouthed kiss.
Above them the sound of a chopper grew louder, as it flew over the convent, heralding the arrival of Noah Bendagan, to the Churchlands.
“I think that’s your daddy,” she whispered, and Danjal sighed, reluctantly dragging himself away from her lips.
“I think you may be right,” he nibbled on her the chain of her choker, before he pulled away. “I should have been there ten minutes ago.”
He trailed his forefinger down her cum splattered abdomen, drawing patterns in the silky fluid. “I want you again,” he sighed. “In that necklace with my cum dripping from your breasts. Fuck you’re beautiful. Don’t clean me from your body, not yet. I want you to think about me, as I can’t come to you tonight. I’m duty-bound with Daddy, unfortunately.” His mouth turned down, as he pulled a rueful face.
Reba pulled at her sweater down, the dark fabric hiding the evidence of their escapade, “I’ll go to bed tonight,” she smiled mischievously, “wearing nothing but you.”
“God woman, you will be the death of me,” he kissed her once more, his lips hard on hers. “But I really have to go,” he zipped himself up, and stepped away from the desk pulling her with him.
“When will I meet him?” she asked, as they strode towards the door, the lover of before morphing back to warrior.
“I don’t know,” he shrugged, and pulled the door open. “But, just remember, Noah is a powerful warrior, accustomed to making hard decisions,” he kissed her nose, “don’t become one of those okay.”
Nodding Reba agreed, “we will also need to finish the conversation of our past too,” she reminded him. “Will you come to me tonight?”
“If it’s possible,” he kissed her lips, “but you have to understand, as a warrior, my duty is to this city, and my men, they will always be my first priority.” He tapped her bottom, “now off you go.”
Danjal
Danjal hurried from his study, securing the communication device behind his ear, as he walked. His heart felt light, and so did his balls. Not even the prospect of dealing with Noah was going to put him in a bad mood. God, that woman had a way of getting beneath his skin. He couldn’t wait to get her alone again, so he could get her naked, and watch her touch herself, watch her come, as she stroked her moist folds. Farrrrk! The idea of that, made him instantly hard.
“Commander,” Rorex’s voice crackled in his ear, breaking his sex-fueled reverie.
“Christ, Rorex, tell the old bastard I’m on my way, I just got held up,” he grunted into the mic.
With Isiah dead, Noah had stepped into his place as Danjal’s direct supervisor. Their relationship was fraught with tension, at the best of times. He knew he was going to have to capitulate, and be Noah’s fuck boy whethe
r he liked it or not.
“Commander, I’ve just received a message from Munro, there’s been another murder!”
Danjal stopped walking, and pressed a hand against his ear. “Fuck it,” he swore, his good mood dissipating, “That bastard again?”
“I’m afraid so,” Rorex replied.
“Who did he kill this time?” Danjal demanded, and cupped a hand at the back of his head. Fuck he hated how this monster killed with impunity.
“It’s a wolf,” Rorex replied, “Munro says it’s a kid, barely seventeen.”
“Shit,” Danjal sighed, “tell him I’m on my way.”
“I’ve sent the coordinates to your phone as we speak.”
“Great, get Shaiton to update the General, the chopper would have landed by now. He may have to get to the barracks, and be the welcoming party on my behalf.” For a moment he felt a twinge of guilt, for the relief he felt at passing the buck to Shaiton,
“They’re in communication as we speak.”
“Who is on standby tonight?”
“That will be Cassian. He has your truck in the drive already Commander. He is ready to roll when you are,” Rorex said.
“Let Munro know, I’m on my way.”
“Will do Commander.”
Danjal found Cassian leaning against the passenger door of his truck. He hurried around to the driver’s side, his boots crunching on the gravel.
“I have the coordinates in GPS already,” Cassian opened the door, and slipped in beside him.
“What was a kid doing in City Central?” Danjal put the vehicle into gear, and pulled away heading for the great Churchlands gate.
“Pushing the limits of manhood, I guess,” Cassian replied.
They’d not been driving long before the screeching ringtone of Danjal’s phone filled the interior of the car, as the blue tooth connected it to the stereo system.
“That’s Noah, I bet he wants to ride my arse, about how I should have done something, to prevent this from happening,” he slapped the steering wheel in frustration.
“Ignore it,” Cassian said, “I’ll vouch for you, that we never heard it ring.”
Danjal snorted, and pushed the call reject icon on the stereo screen, “I’m going to pay dearly for doing that.”
“It’s his job to kick our asses you know. It’s just unfortunate he’s your father.”
Danjal grunted.
“You’re more wound up than usual tonight,” Cassian remarked, glancing over at him, “Is Reba getting under your skin?”
Danjal’s knuckles turned white, as he gripped the wheel. “Why would you say that?”
“I can smell her all over you that’s all,” Cassian shrugged.
Reba’s essence was still on his tongue, and the thought of what they’d done on his desk, had his sacks filling, and his cock hardening. He exhaled loudly, and shuffled in his seat. “We argue all the time,” he shrugged, “nothing new about that.”
“Humph.” Cassian’s brows rose, and he snickered sarcastically.
“Fuck you, Cass,” Danjal growled, as his phone pealed again. It was Jequon, who was already at the scene.
“It’s pretty grim here, Commander. I’ve had to call Elijah. We’re going to need his input on how best to deal with this situation.”
“That bad huh?” Danjal remarked.
Jequon replied with just a grunt.
“Just hold the fort, I’ll be there shortly.” He ended the call, and swore softly.
Finding Isiah’s mutilated body had nearly destroyed him, the images playing over in his head, spilling into his dreams, and making sleep near impossible. He dreaded what waited for him, but it was his job, and part of that, was doing things he didn’t want to.
“Shiiit,” Cassian looked out the passenger window remarking softly. “He sounds rattled.”
It seemed forever before the GPS announced triumphantly, “your destination is on the left.”
Danjal pulled the car to a stop on the side of the road. There were several other trucks parked around the scene already. Their rooftop spotlights lit up the dark street.
The building of interest still bore its name DTBS – David’s Town Building Society was nothing more than a dark, dank shell. Its broken windows, and missing doors testament to the degradation of the forlorn center of town. Several members of the wolf pack gathered around the entrance. Their sadness palpable, as Danjal and Cassian nodded their greetings.
“First floor, the stairs are to your left,” one of the wolves broke away, and led them inside the darkened ruin.
There was no real need for torches, everyone present had preternatural sight. Glass crunched beneath their feet, and a rat scampered underfoot, unsettled by the noisy intruders. Danjal looked up, and whistled between his teeth.
Wires and old air conditioning pipes hung down from gaping holes in the ceiling, “Hope it doesn’t give way.”
The first floor was a large open space, and an icy wind whined, as it blew through the partially shattered windows, that wrapped around the building. Someone had set up a spotlight, its beam illuminating a large wooden cross that levitated at its center.
Danjal raked a shaky hand through his hair, as the overwhelming stench of blood, and vomit assailed his sensitive nostrils. “Christ,” he muttered, and despite the chill in the air, sweat beaded his forehead.
The body of a partially phased wolf boy hung from the cross. Blood dripped from his wrists and ankles where large silver nails secured him to its arms. His eye sockets were empty, leaving dark gaping holes of horror. This, too, was reminiscent of Isiah’s murder and Danjal had to look away.
“Pitiful sight isn’t it?” Munro shook his head, “The bastard ripped out his heart too,” he motioned to the gaping hole in the boy’s chest. “Who does this to a kid?”
Those weren’t the worst of the boy’s injuries. He had gashes on either side of his abdomen from which his intestines leaked, and his genitals were missing.
“Probably took it as a trophy, the sick fuck!” Sinclair grunted.
Danjal paced around the floating crucifix. The scars on his back burned. The beast within gnawed at its confines. Danjal clenched his fists, grinding his teeth, as he fought the anger that always woke the beast within him.
“He was a good kid,” Munro cleared his throat, and Danjal could hear the raw emotion in the Alpha’s voice. “Just look how blasphemous this is, like he’s goading us. We can’t get near the poor kid.”
“Why not?” Danjal looked at Jequon.
“It spins faster when we approach. That’s why I contacted Elijah. He said we should stay back, and wait till he gets here.”
“Then where the hell is he?” Danjal strode away from the circle of light to stand in the shadows. This was evoking terrible emotions, ones he’d not yet dealt with, and now wasn’t the time to lose his shit. He was the commander, and everyone in the room was looking to him for solutions.
“Elijah’s here!” Cassian reported from his position at the window, and they all heard his footsteps as they pounded up the steps.
“And not a moment too soon,” Danjal greeted the warlock, as he stopped beside him.
“It’s taunting us you know, every hair on the back of my neck has been raised from the moment we walked in here.”
“Oh Christ, that poor child,” Elijah muttered. “That entire area beyond the cross is cloaked in evil, just stay clear of it.”
Danjal squinted into the darkness. He could barely make out the back wall. The blackness appeared to close in on them, and then slowly recede.
A maniacal cackling descended aroundthem, and the cross tilted forward turning in Danjal’s direction. The boy’s mouth moved, and flames flickered to life in his empty sockets.
“You will pay dearly for thwarting my attempts to collect what is mine. That girl belongs with me, it is fate.”
The evil spoke in the voice of the boy and grated every nerve ending in Danjal’s body. “I want to start paying now,” he marched towards the c
ross. “Because you will never lay a hand on her,” he tapped at his chest. “How about you come for me instead?”
“I have no use for your black soul yet Dagan.” The corpse’s lips sneered, and rivers of red poured behind Danjal’s eyes, as he struggled to contain his rage. The muscles in his back, and shoulders tensed as they bulged against the fabric of his shirt.
“Danjal don’t!” Elijah gripped his elbow. “The kid is just a puppet, and that bastard is pulling his strings from afar.”
Danjal clenched his jaw so hard his teeth hurt, “I’m going to rip your head off your shoulders,” he vowed, “and then I’m going to piss down your throat.”
“Promises, promises,” the boy’s voice mocked, Danjal’s rage.
With a quick flick of his fingers, Elijah lit a bunch of herbs he’d pulled from his pocket, “I’ll shut him up for you in the meantime.” He walked towards the mocking specter, “I’ve yet to meet a spirit that enjoys the smell of Sage.” The cross immediately tilted away, and the darkness receded to the back of the room.
“Your magic is puny, warlock,” the cackling continued, “It will take more than you and a smudge stick to stop me!”
The cross spun, slowly at first, but gaining momentum, and speed with each rotation.
“Let the battle begin,” the corpse roared, and the building shook in its foundations, the floor moving beneath their feet.
“Get down!” Elijah yelled, as it launched itself upwards, spinning wildly above them, like the blades of a helicopter.
“It’s going to take our bloody heads off,” Munro bellowed, as everyone dived to the ground, flattening their bodies to the filthy concrete floor.
Elijah aimed his hands at the violently spinning cross. Silver sparks crackled around his fingers, as he threw a curse. It hit its target like a guided missile, shattering it on impact, and turning it into a ball of white-hot light, incinerating the body of the wolf, along with the wooden beams. Ash and embers rained down.
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