Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad

Chapter 175: Played Them All

Fergus

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Hehe! It’d been far too long. Far too long since Fergus enjoyed the pleasure of having a woman under him, using an adult body. Lupe proved really helpful in satiating his sexual hunger that’d barely been fed when he used Liam’s body. But now, after almost an hour of nonstop pleasure, he was starving.

Phew!

Hell, he needed to drink some warm blood. Lupe would’ve been the perfect victim, but he couldn’t help worrying that it would look far too sudden and coincidental if she went missing on the same day as ’Liam’, under his watch too. So, he decided to step out. He would find someone else and he felt like he already knew who.

Getting up, he buckled his pants, leaving Lupe panting and struggling to catch her breath. However, before he could turn to the door, her high-pitched voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Where do you think you’re going, Cullen?" She queried hastily, Fergus sensing the panic in her voice. "You’re the one who fucked me. At least, help me clean off any traces of our misdeed before Kylo and Isleen get back."

Fergus grinned coldly. These pitiful wolves! They were proving to be quite entertaining.

He turned his head to Lupe, his gaze lingering on her naked body as she sat up. He forced a teasing smile, eyeing Lupe suggestively. "Oh, don’t give me all the credit, dear Lupe. Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it and even pleaded with me to continue our so-called ’misdeed’."

Lupe’s eyes went wide with astonishment. But soon, her face became red with anger, as she pointed at Fergus with a warning gaze. "You forced me, didn’t you Cullen? You took advantage of me, to experiment with me. Heck, I thought you were gay?"

Hmph. Fergus did not doubt that Cullen was a one hundred percent homosexual. From his observations, before he killed him, he noticed that he never showed even a sliver of interest in a woman. But himself on the other hand?

His dick was rated ’E’ for everyone. Gender had never been a hindrance to him.

Instead of telling her all this, a sly smile formed across his face, as he prowled closer to Lupe. He reveled in the trepidation she showed, watching with delight as her body shivered with hesitation. Yes! Oh, poor, poor Lupe. If only she knew just how fragile her life was before him. If only she knew that he could end her just like that in less than a second. But he hadn’t yet because he was merciful.

He, the ancient vampire Fergus, had bestowed on this sinful wolf mercy by not giving her a slow death by draining her of her life.

He even gave her the gift of pleasure, which her sorry excuse for a mate couldn’t offer her if he tried. Yet, she dared accuse him of ’taking advantage of her’? It seemed she didn’t have an understanding of those words. Cause if she did, she would be groveling at his feet, offering herself to him as a show of gratitude.

Fergus squatted, leaning in closer until he was at face level with Lupe. "Don’t lie to yourself, Lupe. You could’ve easily screamed, easily ran away, or told me to stop at any time you pleased. But you didn’t do any of that. Don’t pretend like you’re a victim here." He paused, smirking when he saw Lupe looking down in shame. "And about me being gay? Well, let’s just say I don’t conform to labels. I was just experimenting, and luckily for me, you offered yourself so easily."

Fergus almost let out a laugh when he saw Lupe clenching her jaw. A low growl escaped her throat, managing to amuse him rather than alarm him.

Go ahead... show your fangs little wolf.

But instead of attacking, Lupe looked away, shutting her eyes tightly. "Just... just get out, Cullen. I’ll clean up myself. Gosh, you men are all the same!"

She spat at the last part, getting up and picking up her clothes. Before she could walk away, however, Fergus grabbed her by the wrist, causing her to yelp in surprise.

"Cullen, what the fuck is wrong with you? Let go of me!" She looked at his eyes, struggling to release herself from his hold. But no matter how much she struggled, it was no use. He was superior in every way to this pitiful excuse for a wolf.

Fergus wasn’t sure he liked her tone at all.

He shot Lupe a cold smile, which only grew wider when he sensed her fear, seeping out of her like a miasma. This was his favorite part... striking fear into his victims, watching them slowly realize how truly helpless they were before him, as he reveled in the control he had on them. The fear itself made the blood of his victims even more exhilarating.

Fergus inched closer to Lupe, but she acted instinctively, trying to slap him with her free hand. However, he grabbed it mid-air, causing Lupe to yelp again. He couldn’t hold it in anymore, as he laughed out loud. He meant for it to sound harmless, but the ancient aura he emitted subconsciously made her whimper involuntarily in fear.

"Oh, relax Lupe. Don’t be so uptight." He gave her a playful wink, trying to imitate Cullen’s carefree demeanor. One of the few reasons why he liked this new body was because Cullen was known to be very unserious and carefree when he was still alive. The people in his circle rarely took his actions seriously, which would be to his advantage in the case when he slipped up and showed his true side.

Leaning in closer, Fergus whispered into Lupe’s ears. "I just wanted to tell you to keep our little...’ misdeed’, as you called it, a secret between us. We don’t want Isleen, Kylo, or worse...the Gamma finding out."

Fergus watched Lupe lower her guard, her shoulders slumping as she heaved a sigh of relief. He loosened his grip on her wrists, allowing her to wriggle herself free.

"Whatever, Cullen! I know that, no need to be a creep about it." She rubbed her wrists, shooting Fergus daggers with her glares. "Gosh, how are you so strong?"

Not waiting for him to give a reply, Lupe clutched her clothes to her naked chest before heading upstairs.

"Thank you, girly." Fergus shrieked at Lupe in the fruitiest way possible, but she only gave him a middle finger in reply as she stormed off.

Fergus scoffed to himself. Lupe was suspicious, but he’d managed to make her loosen her guard again with a few words. He deserved a medal-no, a trophy- for how easily he’d been playing these wolves in the palm of his hands.

Like a ghost, Fergus slipped

out of the house and into the pack grounds. It was time to hunt.