Evil Allure (24 page)

“Breed with me!” I cried out.

"Consume my seed, my queen!"

He shoved his cock into me hard and howled loudly at the moon. I felt his body jerking against mine and losing complete control together, we shared our climax.

The orgasm washed over the numbness of my body and pulsed through me. Starting from my pussy, I felt it surge down my legs and up through my stomach, contracting my muscles. My breathing was forced and labored. My chest heaved out of rhythm with my body as I tried to hold myself steady from the climax.

Shadow pushed his body up against me and held me tight as he emptied his cock into me. Despite a condom blocking his path, I could still feel him as he twitched and throbbed inside of me. I did my best to milk him for all he was worth.

“Yes, that’s it,” I moaned. “Every drop… Mmm… Give me every drop.”

"It is yours, my queen..."

When he finished, he pulled out of me and I collapsed to the ground. No longer able to move, either from fatigue or poison, Shadow flipped me onto my back and kissed me once again to ensure that I was his.

He laid down next to me and when I turned to look at him, Shadow was gone. Vaughn was there, smiling at me, and slowly, I regained a piece of the humanity I had thrown away.

“Stay with me tonight,” he whispered into my ear. “I will protect you from the darkness.”

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t but more importantly, I didn’t need to. We both laid nude in the grass, enjoying the ambience of the forest. I did my best to work my way next to him and rest my head upon his chest. For a moment, I enjoyed the orgasmic bliss that I had just felt. But finally, I was forced to succumb to the love that only a werewolf could provide.

Somewhere...

A man sat bent over his desk with his chin resting gently in his hand. He was an older man but his face didn’t display the usual wear and tear that came with age. The rest of his head was not an exception as the only hairs that did manage to grow on his head were either white or gray. He was thin-framed and wiry, his elbows and knees poking through his tailored-suit like sharp points. But his current silent demeanor belied a cunning that would strike fear into the heart of any man. After all, no man would make it into the luxurious office he currently sat in without manipulating a few people along the way.

He sat there and listened to the young man standing in front of him. Though he was less than half the age of the man he spoke to, the young man’s hair was already whiter than snow. It was short and cut close to his head, showing that even though it had aged before its time, he still cared about what he had. He was baby faced. His jaw and chin looked like they had never met a razor blade.

The young man wore a navy blue suit. His tie went straight down between his vest and under his feet, his shoes were polished to a perfect shine. His posture was perfect as he spoke the details of what he had learned to the old man sitting before him.

“...I’ve learned that it’s the result of a hunter The Agency hired, Mr. Forge.”

“Ah, yes, The Agency. Always a thorn in my side. A needless and futile attempt at stopping the natural order of things. Who is this hunter that ruined my plans?”

“Irvine Gold, my lord.”

“Hmph, Gold. Only a man of extreme arrogance would choose to call himself that. I must admit that I admire a man who can be so vain.”

The bald man ran his hand over his head and sighed at the young man sitting in front of him.

“I suppose I should have expected this. The Rucai are a piddling little clan. Weak. Simple-minded. It was easy to influence their clan the way I did. Nothing of value was lost with the extinction of that particular clan.”

“Sir, there is one left.”

“One?”

“Yes. A male. I don’t know anything more than that.”

“Are you sure of it?”

“The Rucai have been wiped out but their life force still lingers.”

“What is it like to be a lone wolf, Sicario? What would be the point? His life would be nothing but a struggle. What is his purpose?”

“That is not yet known, Mr. Forge. But he poses no threat. Even as the alpha of his clan, he has no queen. The chances of him finding a female to breed with are highly unlikely as his seed would be lethal.”

“True. However, I would prefer not to take the chance… But let’s move on from that, shall we, Sicario? We must attempt to execute the plan on a larger scale. Let us consider a group that can stand a more significant chance.”

“Your recommendation, my lord?”

He spun around in his chair and looked at the map on the wall. The ponderous look on his face showed that he was deep in thought as he examined his options.

“We had the right idea, of that I am sure. All it took was one hunter for the Rucai to fall. We must think on a larger scale. A group that can put The Agency in its place. Let me see…”

He stood up from his chair and examined the map more closely.

“The United States was the right idea. But that city… We picked an insignificant city that nobody had ever heard of. We must think bigger. Ah… New York City. What clans have a stake in New York, Sicario?”

“The Capes, the Doras, the Shidos—”

“What clan has the largest stake, Sicario?”

“The Nakas, my lord.”

“Good. First things f
irst, get me in touch with the Chief of The Nakas Clan.”

“Sir, the Nakas are ten-thousand strong. I don’t think you will be able to sway them into fighting on your—”

Mr. Forge turned around and looked at the man who had dared to question him. Quickly regaining his senses, Sicario cut himself off and simply nodded his head.

“Very good, my lord,” he said. “I will inform the Nakas of your proposal.”

“It is only a proposal when you present it to him. In reality, it is an ultimatum. One that Thorne was wise enough not to refuse. Make sure the chief of the Nakas understands this.”

“As you wish, my lord.”

“As far as this last remaining Rucai, this volta, make sure that he is destroyed. We cannot have any loose ends running around. If my suspicions are correct, he managed to escape my influence because he betrayed his chief. What was his name again?”

“I… I don’t know, my lord.”

“No matter. Eliminate him and leave no trace.”

“It will be done.”

“You have your orders. When I have control over the Nakas we will be able to move on to the next phase.”

The white-haired Sicario bowed deeply to the man standing in front of him then turned around to leave. His orders given to him, he started to walk away before the old man stopped him in his tracks.

“Sicario. One last thing. That hunter you spoke of. The one responsible for the fall of the Rucai.”

“Irvine Gold, my lord?”

“Yes. Kill him, too.”

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