Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad

Chapter 129: _Turning Me On

He led them back to the secluded corner where he had feasted on the first unfortunate wolf. The sight of the dead body drew a gasp from the injured girl. "Oh no... he must have had a rough struggle with whoever killed him," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Fergus’ face remained innocent, but his mind buzzed with demented delight. He relished playing this game. "Don’t worry," he said, his voice soothing. "It was a quick kill, he didn’t suffer."

The girl’s gaze turned to him as she she clung to her heavily injured sister despite her own wounds. "H– How do you know that?" she managed to ask.

"Because," Fergus said, his voice dropping to a low hiss, "I killed him."

A second of silence followed. Then, to his surprise, the girl let out a shaky laugh. "You? Kill someone?" she scoffed, clearly thinking he was joking. "You’re just a little boy!"

Oh, that’s right. Laugh all you want, food; Fergus thought to himself.

Fergus’ laugh erupted alongside hers, but he was not an amused one like hers. At least, not amused in the way hers was. He was laughing because his food was underestimating him and laughing at him.

He really liked that too– when they underestimated him. The look that always resided in the depths of their eyes when they realized shit had gotten real was always epic. Nothing could beat that particular moment when they realized that they had been laughing with their doom.

So, he laughed. It was a chilling, maniacal sound that would have sent goosebumps erupting on the girl’s body if she had noticed a little more. The echo of it bounced off the surrounding buildings, shortly drowning out the noises of the battle.

Suddenly, Fergus’ face turned serious, his smile vanishing. He grabbed the girl’s shoulders, his grip far stronger than his small frame suggested. "Look," he growled, his voice tight with a barely contained hunger, "your friend... she’s losing too much blood. I can’t stand here and watch good food go to a waste like this."

"What do you mean good food?" The girl frowned and knelt beside her sister, placing her hand on the stab wound. "Just hold on a little more, Clea. You’ll heal but maybe if this battle ends soon, we can get the fey to help steady you."

Fergus whistled, causing the girl to turn to him again. This time, her sister whom Fergus now knew her name was Clea was already barely hanging on to consciousness while the girl herself already had tired lids.

Fergus looked forward to having the life run back to those eyes when he took their life.

"While waiting, how about you and I play a little game?" He said.

Holding her injured elbow, "I’m in no mood for games," the girl finished. "We need to get Clea help. Don’t forget she’s like this because she tried to help you. We are both like this because we tried to help you."

Yeah, and that’d be the cause of the end of you both; Fergus thought inwardly. He couldn’t control his hunger any longer. He needed to fuck this conscious one and then eat them both later.

He just wanted to have fun. He only wanted to play.

A sinister grin stretched across his face, revealing pointed fangs glinting against the darkness of the night. The innocence in his eyes vanished like it was never there just a few moments ago.

"Help?" he sarcastically scoffed. "There’s nowhere to run, little morsel. This is where your journey ends."

"W–what... where did you get fangs like that?" She swallowed quickly, Fergus liking how quickly she was able to pick up on the fact that something was wrong.

Clea whimpered beside her, her breaths shallow and quick. He should probably feast on that one quickly.

Fergus tilted his head, his amusement mixed with a bit of cruelty. "You misunderstand, little one," he purred. "You won’t be needing ’help’ anymore. Not in the way you think."

He gestured towards the lifeless body with a theatrical flourish. "Just like your friend here. Quick. Painless."

The girl’s gaze darted between the corpse and Fergus’ horrifying grin. Her mind raced, desperately searching for an escape. Noticeably, the battle outside seemed to have reached a lull. She probably saw that as an advantage for her.

He saw determination ignited in her eyes and smirked. "You’re bluffing," she spat, her voice surprisingly firm. "You wouldn’t dare kill us! There are too many vampires around – they’d sense it!"

Fergus’ smile widened, revealing a chilling glint of red in his eyes. "Oh, they won’t sense a thing," he hissed. "Anyway, let’s begin our game." He rubbed his hands together, wondering how many minutes he had left to have her. "Undress." He commanded.

"What the fuck?" Scoffed the girl who was struggling to get up now. "What do you mean undress? You’re just a boy!"

Right; Fergus thought. They never divulged until he showed them a glimpse of his vampire part.

So, he revealed the entirety of his vampire eyes, elongated his fangs and claws, and snarled at her, making sure she understood the message.

In a stagger, she crawled backward, nearly whimpering. Fergus chuckled and returned back to his innocent Liam’s form. He’d deliver his effect.

"So, undress." He ordered once more.

"How?" she gasped, hands going over her mouth. "What are you?"

Fergus pointed his other hand, and the girl recoiled in horror as razor-sharp claws extended from his fingertips. Her gaze darted down to his face, where two long, pointed fangs had erupted from his gums.

And the process of defiance morphing into fear that he was looking forward to?

This was it and he loved it! It was PRICELESS!

He pounced on her with the agility of a predator, pinning her to the cold ground. His claws raked down her arm, drawing a fresh scream of pain from her.

"See?" he snarled, his face inches from hers. "Wasn’t it obvious? I’m a vampire, love. A vampire."

Panic sent the girl’s eyes bulging but also some defiance. She clawed at Fergus, her nails finding purchase on his back.

"Ah—" Fergus breathed, eyes closed. "You are turning me on."