Page 24 of Bane of Hate and Silver (Primordial Inheritance #1)

At this, Luca smiled mischievously and tugged on the hand of Jules’s that he was still grasping. She fell into him gracefully, one hand coming to rest on his abdomen as he simply gazed down at her.

“I guess we’ve got a friend,” Jules said, looking up at him and then over at Ricky.

Ricky shrugged and blushed all at the same time.

Carson had taken Demetria back to bed once the house had emptied out for the day.

Laying naked and snuggled against him, she felt familiar by his side.

Softer now, having birthed another man’s child.

But he liked the larger curves, they suited him.

Fifteen years was no time at all to a werewolf.

It was true, those years she had married, made a family with, and fucked the man she’d chosen over him, but he was dead now.

And Carson had become the Alpha of this pack, despite her and Micah’s betrayal.

Carson saw silent tears escape from her eyes as he stroked her hair. However, he chose not to speak to her about the reason she was crying. His mind was on other things.

Jed had texted to say that he’d discovered where the vampires worked.

Carson couldn’t believe that the pack’s children had been in danger for years and he had not known.

This oversight was a mistake that he’d carry with him.

Every day they went to school, they were at risk of not returning home to their parents.

Of course, he had no intention of telling the parents this. Why worry them?

However, this vampire problem would need to be dealt with as soon as possible.

Another thing that troubled him greatly was that his Beta had been seen entering that same school, and had not yet reported the vampire’s location.

He would have to do whatever needed to be done to find out where his Beta’s loyalties truly stood.

Deep in thought, Carson picked the knife he always carried up off his bedside table. He caressed the silver blade, making sure not to slice himself with it.

Demetria sniffled beside him. “Why do you keep that? It’s dangerous.”

“This?” he asked holding up the knife.

She nodded. Shifting her ample breast against his side and chest.

“To hold something so deadly in my hand, to control if it kills, is the essence of power.” Like the gift granted to him over his subjects, the weapon could only do what it was meant to do with strength behind it.

“Oh,” Demetria said quietly. He squeezed her round backside and kissed her forehead.

She didn’t have the temperament to comprehend such things.

She did, however, understand how to fuck.

Rolling over, he gripped her throat and plunged his tongue back into her mouth.

His other hand kneaded one ample breast. He pinched her nipple hard, enjoying the accompanying gasp into his mouth.

His half-hard length grinded against her soft center.

He growled when her acrylic red fingernails made more scratches down his back.

“You’ll pay for that.”

At her soft whimper he was done waiting. He sat up on his knees, lifting her by the throat as he went. Red nails scratched at his cock and he growled, squeezing her throat a little tighter still.

“Woman, you’ll be the death of me,” he said, his voice husky with lust.

She shook her head, trying to speak. “I would never,” she said as he released her throat just enough to allow it.

“I would never…” his voice trailed off in question.

“My Alpha,” she added with doe-eyed fright.

He growled and pumped his own length to her simpering tone. “Good girl.”

Hard again, he flipped her onto all fours.

His hand clamped into her curly hair and pushed her face and shoulders down into the pillows.

She gave an enticing little squeak when he raised her hips up farther, jamming a knee between her soft thighs to spread them wider.

Meeting a little more resistance than strictly necessary he leaned back.

Assessing. “Don’t move,” he instructed as he stood.

Reaching to the floor he retrieved his jeans, yanking the leather belt free.

He slid the hard fabric between his fingers and then against the tip of his cock, covering it in pre-cum.

Holding the belt by the buckle and end, without warning, he swung his arm forward, whacking her displayed cunt and ass.

“Carson, please d…” she began to beg.

He loosed the belt again, leaving two beautiful, red marks across her luscious skin. “Lashes for scratches, my little whore.”

Mounting the bed behind her once more he reached over her and pulled her arms from the sheets beside her breasts.

Bending them behind her back. Her face fell back into the pillow as he looped the belt around both wrists and pulled tight.

He twisted one hand back into her hair, yanking her head back while the other guided his cock to her entrance.

She panted with exhilaration or fear, probably both.

He pushed her head back down and with one swift thrust, seated himself fully inside her.

She let out a muffled cry that was so delicious he could devour her whole.

Nick had struck out at the front desk of the hotel.

Chad was there most of the night, as was Nick, who had been perched on the building across the street watching.

At sunrise he’d left and returned to the apartment to wait for Chad’s arrival.

Nick was beginning to think he should be more careful who he jumped into bed with.

But that hadn’t stopped him from fucking Chad’s brains out when he’d gotten back.

Nick began to slide out from under Chad’s arm, but stilled when Chad shifted around him, wrapping his arm and leg around Nick’s torso.

Nick groaned, clamping his lips together when Chad emitted a particularly loud snore. “Clingy bastard,” Nick muttered.

“Hmmm?” Chad said, or snored.

“Nothing. Go back to sleep.” Nick slumped back against the pillow to wait.

Moments later an atrocious train horn sounded in Nick’s ear signaling that Chad had fallen back into the world of dreams. Carefully, little by little Nick lifted his leg and picked up Chad’s arm, stopping every time Chad made a noise or twitched.

After several minutes, Nick wriggled free successfully.

Soundlessly, he left the bedroom and padded barefoot across the apartment on his toes toward the gym bag that Chad always dropped directly in front of the front door.

With a quiet buzz, the zipper slid across the bag.

Nick gagged at the smell coming from inside as he pulled the flaps apart.

Sliding two fingers inside he began to route around the smelly chamber, unsure of what he was searching for.

He guessed he’d know it when he found it.

His nose scrunched as he sifted through old socks and sweats.

Picking up a pair of used underwear with his thumb and one finger, Nick’s face scrunched with even more utter disgust as he flung them to the linoleum beneath his feet.

He was about to give up on the bag when he felt another zipper running along the bottom of the duffel.

A false bottom. “You’re not a stupid as you look, are you sweetheart?

” Nick said aloud to himself as he pulled the rest of the clothes out, unceremoniously tossing them on to the floor.

He pealed back the layer, eyes bugging at what he saw.

Before him was a strange array of tech and weapons. Guns, tasers, even a couple of daggers and a collapsible crossbow. “Who the hell are you? G.I. Joker?” He asked the air in front of him.

Replacing all the items in the bag he zipped it and pushed it quietly back into the place he’d moved it from.

Standing, he went back into the bedroom to Chad’s nightstand.

Carefully and quietly, he picked up Chad’s phone.

It blinked to life but was obviously locked.

He leaned over the sleeping human to hold the device out in front of Chad’s sleeping face.

Shifting his stance, he lost his balance.

Almost dropping the device and waking the moron.

Nick flailed his arms and one leg until his body convinced itself it wasn’t going to fall.

With one glance over at the still snoring human, he padded to the kitchen.

Plopping onto a kitchen chair he glanced at mundane socials.

Random contacts. Bank accounts. Again unsure of what he was actually looking for.

A hint as to why this human had a secret cache of weapons and seemed to be treating Nick like his undead target or something.

His search history revealed a sexual kink or two Nick had been unaware of but nothing that fulfilled Nick’s desires at the moment.

Abandoning that. He pulled up old downloaded files and noticed one with a name so obvious Chad was seriously incompetent.

Target #1. In it, was one AI rendering of the one being Nick would sacrifice his undead life to protect.

Luca was again leaning across Jules’s desk while he and Jules whispered in low tones. Ricky seemed to have completely relaxed and retreated back into the confines of his cell phone screen.

“You should go,” Jules told him for the third time.

Their fingers had somehow become entwined as they spoke. It was becoming instinctual to need to be closer to her, to touch her. He could easily become addicted to the light in her eyes when she looked at him. She was so much more than he had ever known before. “I know,” Luca replied yet again.

“It’s nearly my lunch hour, and I have another class coming in after.”

“Alright,” Luca conceded.

He rolled his eyes playfully and bopped her nose lightly with his curled pointer finger.

He glanced out into the empty hallway and then over his shoulder at Ricky.

Facing her again, without warning, he closed the distance between them and kissed her.

A giggle escaped her lips through the kiss, and her hands rose to his neck.

This perfect kiss lasted for only one fleeting moment.

“I’ll see you tonight,” he said, backing away slowly. It almost hurt to pull back from her; everything in him was screaming for more.

“Go straight to the end of the hall and then turn left,” Jules instructed. “It’s the long way back to the front door but you’ll avoid Gabriel’s room.”

“I can do that.” He looked at her a moment longer and then turned away.

Luca tapped Ricky on the shoulder. The boy jumped, obviously not expecting the physical contact. “I’m leaving,” Luca told him. “Will you be okay?”

Ricky looked over at Jules and then back at Luca. “I’m good.”

“Thanks, Ricky,” Luca said again. They both owed him, and they both knew it.

“It’s whatever,” Ricky said, but there was no venom behind it.

“It’s not.”

“I thought you were leaving,” Jules said with a small laugh.

Luca looked over at her again. “I am.” With that, he left the library.

The long way back wasn’t that long, but it was strange being inside a high school again. Things had been slightly different in the nineteen-fifties.

Once he was on the outside of the school building, Luca scanned the lot until he saw Jed.

He was sitting in his beater car, looking down, taking a bite of a sandwich.

Jed looked up between bites. When he saw Luca, his food slipped through his fingers making a mess of the driver’s seat. Luca headed toward the Jeep, chuckling.

Luca weaved through the lines of cars until he reached his Jeep on the far end of the lot.

Once inside, he pulled out his phone. He had no new messages, which was a good sign.

He hesitated only a fraction of a second before he found the contact name and hit the phone emblem.

The call was answered after just one ring. “Carson,” Luca began, “I’ve found her.”