concerned. “Just chill for a few.”
“No.” It was all I could manage.
“Come again?” Hood snickered a little. Hoarse-sounding dog laugh.
“No,” I repeated.
“No, what, sweetheart?” Giselle put her shoes back on.
“No deal.” I felt sick. Like I was dying. The venom had reached the tips of my toes, and the ends of my fingers. It roiled in my belly, and fucked up my brain. Like I needed any more of that shit. I felt like my eyes had gone red.
And, truth be told, they had. They sure felt like it.
I was getting angry. Werewolf DNA integrating with my own natural aggressiveness, competitive spirit.
“Ah, I don’t think you understand what we offered you, Jack .” Hood rocked forward on the balls of his feet, stretched his back. After all, it was a done deal, I just didn’t know it. Supremely confident, he told me, “We gave you terms you couldn’t refuse.”
“Bullshit.” It came out a little more like ‘b-shit’.
Giselle came over to me, dropped down onto her knees again, and started putting my socks on.
It was funny. I thought, what the fuck are you doing?
But I couldn’t fight her. She surprised me by dropping a kiss on each instep before working the socks on. I thought, you deserve better. But I couldn’t say it. I just looked sadly at her. I didn’t want to think about Hood or his damn deal, or what he’d done to me--which, at that moment, I still wasn’t sure what that was.
She said, “It’s a good team to be on, Jack, honestly.”
I grunted.
Licking her lips, biting her lower lip for a minute, she reached for my underwear, turned it right side out. I should have been embarrassed, but I felt like an invalid. Grateful for her ministrations, unable to utter due appreciation, or help her in her efforts. I was really numb.
“What she means is, welcome to Lobos, Jack. You’ll be our guest here for a while. Make the most of it. Relax. Enjoy yourself. Anything you want is yours for the asking.”
“Leave.” I meant, I wanted to leave.
“You’ll come to terms.” To Giselle, Hood said, “Make sure his needs are met. Explain things to him, so he understands the whole picture. And, for Gaia’s sake, take a fucking shower. Rinse yourself out.”
He reached in his pocket, pulled out a pill, yanked her head back and pushed it in her mouth. He held her jaw shut. “Swallow, Giselle.”
She didn’t do it right away. Her eyes flashed, and she looked at me. I had no idea what the pill was, but he didn’t let go until she swallowed it. Then he looked in her mouth, made her lift her tongue. I figured out later, it was a ‘clean-out’ pill...to insure she didn’t get pregnant by me.
Yanking her chin from his hold, she asked, “Have you matched him yet?”
“We’re running the numbers. We’ll know pretty soon.” He smiled. “It’s a big database.”
Wistfully, she said, “I wish I’d been lupus born.”
Hood bent over, his demeanor changing dramatically--becoming thoughtful and sensitive. He touched her chin gently and said, “Too bad, huh?”
I knew they were intimate, without a doubt, then. Not that there was any emotional ties connected, or admitted to. But they’d used each other for satisfaction purposes. Maybe there was some affection, but it was covered up. I remember getting that impression. I haven’t changed my opinion on that. They’ve got history, a connection I don’t quite understand.
He left us after dropping a kiss on her lips. We watched him go without saying anything more.
She didn’t seem to mind. She took her time dressing me. I felt like I was a hundred years old. But she encouraged me to stand up. I let her help me get my pants on, leaned on her, then fell back to the chair.
“The lethargy should wear off pretty
“No.” It was all I could manage.
“Come again?” Hood snickered a little. Hoarse-sounding dog laugh.
“No,” I repeated.
“No, what, sweetheart?” Giselle put her shoes back on.
“No deal.” I felt sick. Like I was dying. The venom had reached the tips of my toes, and the ends of my fingers. It roiled in my belly, and fucked up my brain. Like I needed any more of that shit. I felt like my eyes had gone red.
And, truth be told, they had. They sure felt like it.
I was getting angry. Werewolf DNA integrating with my own natural aggressiveness, competitive spirit.
“Ah, I don’t think you understand what we offered you, Jack .” Hood rocked forward on the balls of his feet, stretched his back. After all, it was a done deal, I just didn’t know it. Supremely confident, he told me, “We gave you terms you couldn’t refuse.”
“Bullshit.” It came out a little more like ‘b-shit’.
Giselle came over to me, dropped down onto her knees again, and started putting my socks on.
It was funny. I thought, what the fuck are you doing?
But I couldn’t fight her. She surprised me by dropping a kiss on each instep before working the socks on. I thought, you deserve better. But I couldn’t say it. I just looked sadly at her. I didn’t want to think about Hood or his damn deal, or what he’d done to me--which, at that moment, I still wasn’t sure what that was.
She said, “It’s a good team to be on, Jack, honestly.”
I grunted.
Licking her lips, biting her lower lip for a minute, she reached for my underwear, turned it right side out. I should have been embarrassed, but I felt like an invalid. Grateful for her ministrations, unable to utter due appreciation, or help her in her efforts. I was really numb.
“What she means is, welcome to Lobos, Jack. You’ll be our guest here for a while. Make the most of it. Relax. Enjoy yourself. Anything you want is yours for the asking.”
“Leave.” I meant, I wanted to leave.
“You’ll come to terms.” To Giselle, Hood said, “Make sure his needs are met. Explain things to him, so he understands the whole picture. And, for Gaia’s sake, take a fucking shower. Rinse yourself out.”
He reached in his pocket, pulled out a pill, yanked her head back and pushed it in her mouth. He held her jaw shut. “Swallow, Giselle.”
She didn’t do it right away. Her eyes flashed, and she looked at me. I had no idea what the pill was, but he didn’t let go until she swallowed it. Then he looked in her mouth, made her lift her tongue. I figured out later, it was a ‘clean-out’ pill...to insure she didn’t get pregnant by me.
Yanking her chin from his hold, she asked, “Have you matched him yet?”
“We’re running the numbers. We’ll know pretty soon.” He smiled. “It’s a big database.”
Wistfully, she said, “I wish I’d been lupus born.”
Hood bent over, his demeanor changing dramatically--becoming thoughtful and sensitive. He touched her chin gently and said, “Too bad, huh?”
I knew they were intimate, without a doubt, then. Not that there was any emotional ties connected, or admitted to. But they’d used each other for satisfaction purposes. Maybe there was some affection, but it was covered up. I remember getting that impression. I haven’t changed my opinion on that. They’ve got history, a connection I don’t quite understand.
He left us after dropping a kiss on her lips. We watched him go without saying anything more.
She didn’t seem to mind. She took her time dressing me. I felt like I was a hundred years old. But she encouraged me to stand up. I let her help me get my pants on, leaned on her, then fell back to the chair.
“The lethargy should wear off pretty
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