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Chapter 150: _ Will Claim Her
Oh, boy.
Fergus grinned, fangs flashing in the flickering light of the burning buildings. This night had been a smorgasbord of delights– each bite more delicious than the last.
First, the hapless wolfman – a mere appetizer who had his life extinguished with a single bite. Then, the unexpected treat – the two young wolfgirls who’d arrived, all righteous fury and misplaced courage.
Poor, poor heroes. Who saves trouble?
She-wolves! That’s who. They had it coming and got what they deserved.
He chuckled, the sound echoing through the smoke-filled night. They were so easy to manipulate, so full of misplaced chivalry. One, he’d used and then drained. She was a carnal pleasure tinged with the sweetness of her despair.
But oh, the second one! The defiance in her eyes, the way she’d fought back... that was the real appetizer. He’d savored the terror in her scent, the way she’d writhed beneath him. The rhythm of fear, moans, and pain when he grilled inside of her.
It was a melody more intoxicating than any mortal wine.
And then, the crescendo. The brutal tearing, the mingling of his pleasure with her blood-soaked pleas. He closed his eyes, reliving the sensation, a shudder running down his spine.
But even that wasn’t the pinnacle of the night. No, the true masterpiece was the destruction of Isleen’s house.
Yes. He set the bloody apartment on fire. He never liked it anyway. It was too small for a very important vampire like himself. What was Isleen thinking?
She could do better.
The sight of flames licking at the timbers, the knowledge of the devastation he’d wrought— that brought a pure, unadulterated joy that eclipsed everything else.
The frustration of Cullen’s interruption was a bitter pill to swallow. The fool was always spoiling the fun, just when he was about to set Lupe’s house on fire too, the idiot showed up swearing like a Christmas goat and saying he had come to save him.
But that was a minor annoyance. There would be other nights. Other opportunities to feast, to terrify, to see fear and despair reflected in the eyes of his prey.
Fergus turned, his gaze lingering on the smoldering remains of the building that had been Isleen’s haven.
And when he and Cullen scurried around to find her, he saved her. He needed to save her. She needed to see her burnt apartment building.
He imagined her waking to find her home ash, her world turned upside down. He’d give anything to see that expression.
A slow smile spread across his face. The night was over, but the game had just begun. And Isleen, dear Isleen, was far from the only one he intended to play with.
And then, he did.
He played with them all. First, when they arrived at Rhett’s house which was a perfect place to advance the plot of his plans, he tried to hint at Kylo and Cullen’s secret.
He wanted to plant a seed of doubt in Isleen and Lupe’s mind and it worked. It didn’t particularly work on Isleen but Lupe caught it. Isleen was too kind-hearted to read meaning into things.
And— that was why he helped her out.
Seriously, someone needed to give him a plaque or something.
Seriously, ever since he arrived, he had been doing nothing but to help out. He has helped Isleen out in a way no one else had done for her her whole life.
And this dawn, he did it again.
He told her lies about Cullen and Kylo. W.A.I.T a minute... they weren’t exactly lies.
He told a truthful lie. YES!
That was the phrase; a truthful lie.
A lie that was the truth or a truth that was a lie.
If any of that made sense. Well, he did overhear Cullen seducing Kylo and trying to get him to agree to have sex. But then again, he heard the disapproval in Kylo’s turn. He could tell Kylo was only pushing Cullen forward just so he could help him spy on Isleen.
He could tell by the skepticism in Kylo’s tone. He could tell because he knew Kylo’s type. He didn’t have the guts to pull such a thing off.
But who cares about that?!
If lying to Isleen that Kylo and Cullen had sex when they didn’t would bring about the germination of doubt, distrust, and then, hatred, why not?
Why say the truth?
Why not spy and tweak the truth? Oh, bloody hell— he loved his mission.
This was one of the best he had ever had! Come to think of it, he wasn’t doing anything wrong. Kylo was Isleen’s boyfriend for years, wasn’t he? 𝒏𝒐𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝒄𝙤𝙢
How could she believe the words of a little child whom she only just met over the trust she and Kylo had built through the years?
Well...?
Was he doing a bad thing? No.
He was helping them all out. He was helping bring the real version of them all out. Anyway, now that he has told Isleen about Kylo’s secret, it would only be fair of him to return the favor.
He couldn’t be partial now, could he?
HAHAHAHAHA!
This was beautiful!
And while they slept, he had half a taste of Iseen like he usually did. He wondered– just when would he finally have her?
He couldn’t wait for the day when he’d have the full mean. Touching her, filling her pleasure with his fingers and mouth while she twisted and turned in pleasure was always a soothing game.
It usually felt like a relief from all the woes he had been made to face during the day. After all, he was but a little boy.
Speaking of which, claiming Isleen would be the first thing he would do when he returned to his original body. If he would have her, he wanted to have her in his full glory.
It was only sad that this mission required him to stay hidden and without his form. It might take the end of it for him to have Isleen under him, but whatever it was, having her in the end didn’t sound so bad at all.
Until then, let the nighttime escapades proceed!
