Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad

Chapter 159: _ Delicious Pain

[Warning: Mature Content Ahead]

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"We need to find him," Kylo interrupted Isleen, his voice firm despite the tremor running through it. "We’ll split up. Isleen and I will check the burnt houses in case he wandered over there. Perhaps, he forgot something over at the apartment and has gone to retrieve it. Anyway, Fergus, you and Lupe stay here in case he comes back."

"That sounds like a good plan," Lupe said with a strained but resolute voice. "We’ll wait here and wish you both luck."

Isleen, still sniffling, nodded in agreement. She threw Fergus a pleading look before clinging to Kylo’s arm as they hurried out the door.

"Go safely," Fergus mumbled, wishing them luck too.

Luck, huh?

He wished them luck in finding a ghost. Hahaha! How amusing was that? This was what was akin to torture for him, holding back his laughter when he in fact wanted to burst out laughing at the top of his voice.

Truth be told, the son Isleen was crying for was him. He was the one who had been with her. He was the one who had served her pleasure every night and killed those who oppressed her and watched over her.

It was him and had always been him.

The slam of the door echoed in the silence, leaving Fergus and Lupe alone as Kylo and Isleen exited. Lupe sank onto the couch with a hand supporting her head.

"This is just getting worse and worse, isn’t it?" she sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"Seems that way," Fergus said, keeping his voice neutral.

Internally, however, a new idea popped into his head. It was a way of compensating himself for working hard today.

Yes, he had done a good job, hadn’t he? And from the looks of it, Kylo and Isleen would be out for a long while. They would not find ’Liam’ in the apartment since his bones were long dried up by now.

That meant they were going to the station to file a report, and that would certainly take a lot of time. It meant he had a lot of time on his hands.

So, why not enjoy himself?

"But hey," he continued with his reply to Lupe as a playful smirk graced his lips, "maybe we can make the best of a bad situation, right?"

Lupe scoffed dismissively. "The best? How exactly can we make the best out of a missing child and a pack in mourning?"

Fergus sauntered closer to her deliberately and calculated. He brushed his hand against her thigh, sending a jolt of excitement through him.

Despite his amusement at the chaos, the sight of Lupe’s distress did something unexpected to him. Perhaps it was the vulnerability in her eyes or the way her scent was tinged with fear and mingled with her usual floral perfume.

"There are ways, beautiful Lupe," he murmured, his voice a low seductive purr. "Ways to find solace even in the darkest of times."

Lupe’s eyes widened in surprise. She looked down at his hand, then back up at him with surprise splitting her face into two. "Don’t even think about it, Cullen," she warned. "I’m not in the mood for your games."

Fergus chuckled. It was a dark sound that sent chills down Lupe’s spine. "Games, Lupe? No, this is far from a game. This," he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear, "is an opportunity."

Before Lupe could react further, Fergus pounced on her. He was a blur of motion, his enhanced vampire reflexes giving him the upper hand. He pinned her down on the couch, his body heavy on top of hers. Lupe struggled against him, but her strength was no match for his.

"Let’s just have fun, Lupe. I promise you the best of experiences." He whispered as he pulled up her blouse and traced his fingers around her stomach.

"Ahh..." She groaned. "I-I have a mate, Cullen." She reasoned.

Fergus shrugged. "I do know that. I also do know that he is a jerk. So why not let’s get back at him by having fun? Come on, let me show you how manly I can be."

Without waiting for a reply from her, his hand went lower. Slowly, he could feel her resolve dropping. His fingers went under her pants and caressed every area around it until he found her opening.

When he trusted two fingers inside of her, he could feel her shoulders slump in defeat as she gripped at his hands instead... but in pleasure.

He knew it. No woman could dare to resist him. What was most fascinating about this was that he had slept with Lupe’s mother before killing her.

He had watched Lupe vow to hate and make her mother’s murderer pay but here she was, about to sleep with him. She was right, this was one of his games, and he was enjoying it.

He bent closer and planted a lips on her. Ever so fiercely, Lupe gripped him closer, throwing her hands around his neck and kissing him in the wildest of ways.

Poor girl, she probably had not had the best of pleasures. No pressure, he was here to fuck her badly.

His hands gripped her full boobs and pressed them together, fumbling and nibbling them like a creator nudging life into them. And then, Lupe would moan into his mouth.

"Ahhh..."

This moan was good but not enough. It was not like the usual moan of pain he was used to. Those were the sweetest.

And thus, he peeled off her clothes finally until she was stark naked. She leaned back on the chair and spread her legs wide for him in invitation.

Lupe smiled at him and he gave her a lopsided grin in return. Then, he bent ever so slowly and cupped her right boobs in his hands while he took the left one in his mouth.

And so, he began to suck. He could taste salt, desire, and sensation in them but one thing he couldn’t taste was blood. Hence, he elongated his fangs and with a bite of her nipples, her blood oozed into his mouth.

"Argh, Cullen! What are you doing?!" She cried out in pain, groaning and pulling away.

Fergus closed his eyes. Yes. That was it. That was the pain he wanted to feel... to taste.