Blood of The Beast

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Scylla:

    My head feels like I had received a serious beating last night. As the events replayed in my barely conscious mind I sighed taking in the scent she had left behind. I took the locket she had given me and put it around my neck. Everything else had been cleaned out already. I have always been a heavy sleeper when it came to it. I opened the door to find him standing there. Alastair Malacoda.

    "Good afternoon, Alastair," I greeted. He smirked. "What?"

    "Nothing I... that's the first time you call me by my name," I gave him an actual smile.

    "Good afternoon, fangs," he grinned.

    "That's more like it," he chastised as we made our way down to the kitchen.

    "Do you know where my dad and his pet Killer are?"

    "At the university. I actually wanted to talk to you," I turned to look at him after grabbing the orange juice carton from the refrigerator. "More of a request really,"

    "Shoot. I'm all ears," I encouraged grabbing a glass.

    "My sire wishes to visit me," I looked back at him.

    "Your dad?" he shook his head.

    "No, my sire is my maker. The one who turned me,"

    "Oh s**t. I... right. You are the Lord of this pack now. Perks of being mated to the alpha," he smiled. "All you have to do is let me know in advance so I can prepare where they will be staying. You don't need to ask permission,"

    "You're okay with this?" he asked coming closer to me. He took the glass from my hand and set on the counter. My body reacts to him violently. My stomach clenching, heat taking over. Sweet Jesus, he hasn't even touched me yet.

    "Why wouldn't I be?" I asked looking up into those beautiful green eyes of his.

    "I'm a monster," he whispered into my ear making my entire body shudder.

    "A monster is a relative term. A cat is a monster in a mouse's perspective. Do I look like a mouse to you?"

    His fangs slid out from his gums, his eyes darkening until they were nothing but Iris. In the center, a red glow shined through. I placed my hands on his face. This glamor struck me more than it should. Fear swept through me unconventionally taking over the rest of my senses, but it was more than that. This need for him to scare me bubbled in my blood. I've never been scared of anything until now and I want to keep feeling what he's igniting in me.

    He must have felt it because his hand gripped the back of my neck and pulled me hard into his chest. My nerves taking a leap into an ecstasy of fear, reacted in the manner he wants it to. My body ran cold in his grip and at the same time, I want him. My body trembles at his mercy.

    I slid my shaking hands up his chest watching him close. His eyes indicate that he's enjoying what he's doing to me. I can barely breathe when those predatory eyes of his met mine again. He stared down at me. I was lifted onto the counter. My breathing now to the point of hyper venting.

    "Your fear has taken over," he whispered gripping my thighs tightly. "How are you reacting to this in this way?"

    Did he expect me to answer? Because my head processed half of what he said. His fingers ran through the length of my hair before he gripped it pulling my head to the side. His cold tongue made contact with my neck. A gasp left my lips in a mixture of fear and heat. I closed my eyes as he tasted the skin there growling in approval. I didn't dare move as his fangs grazed me.

    "Oh f**k," we were both brought back to reality by Killian's outburst.

    I looked at Killian trying to catch my breath. He moved comically around before he decided on bailing out of the room. I cleared my throat a couple of times before I spoke.

    "Your sire is welcomed here," I blurted out before jumping off the counter. My head spun as soon as my feet touched down on the floor. I held onto the counter for stability as I attempted to walk out.

    "I'm sorry," Killian apologized when I walked into the study. I took a deep breath feeling a little like myself again. "Are you f*****g mental?"

    "Shut up," I growled getting a hold of myself.

    "Scylla, you were scared out of your mind," I smiled the blush creeping up on me and the smile on my lips turned into a full grin.

    "I know. I've never felt anything like that," I blurted rotating my shoulders. I stretched still feeling the adrenaline pump through me in pleasurable waves. "I need you to do me a favor. I need you to open the lower halls,"

    "Why?" he asked.

    "We're going to have a guest. I doubt he travels alone," he looked at me confused.

    "A guest?"

    "Agathos Malacoda is coming to make sure his prodigal son is safe here," his heart began to race.

    "Are you crazy? We can't bring that man here. He's insane and extremely dangerous," 

I laughed at the cowardly way he waved his arms in the air.

    "You want to explain that to Alastair?" he stood straighter.

    "Fine. I'll get started on that now. Any requests?"

    "Make it spectacular. Have Allison help you," he nodded and walked out.

    I started going over the files on the desk. My dad had left them here for me to see. They're the funeral arrangements for my little lady. He had let the hospital, as well as the nursing home, know she wouldn't be returning.

    "You okay kid?" I took a deep breath to clear my mind when my dad walked in.

    "Hey, Dad," I greeted him. "I'm sorry about last night,"

    "Don't apologize, baby. I know what that feels like. How are you feeling now? I feel a drastic change in you," I smiled. "Does it have to do with a scary boy with a set of fangs?"

    "Dad..." I drew out.

    "Killian was mumbling something that caught my attention. What's going on?"

    "Alastair's sire is coming for a visit,"

    "Scylla, the youngest prince of Malacoda is merciless," he stated, sitting across from me.

    "I know, dad. I can't refuse him and not because he's my mate. I wouldn't like it if I were to have gone into his home and he'd refuse for you to see me. He may not be his pup, but he is his maker. Almost the same," he smirked.

    "Can I trust him?"

    "You can trust me," I offered. He nodded, reluctantly. "Clear the pups out for now. Bring in the feeders. Let's prepare for this,"

    "Alastair has a class in an hour. You should get ready for that. You're still on the A-list,"

    "Yes sir," I bowed getting up. He kissed the top of my head when I walked by.

    "You look dazzling," I nearly jumped out of my stilettos when I walked out of my closet. I forgot I had told him to stay here.

    "You scared the s**t out of me," I laughed. "I'm going to have to put a little bell on you, fangs. Thank you for the compliment. You look..."

    I looked him over. The fitted jeans wrapped around his thick muscled legs beautifully. The black t-shirt under his red and black flannel went against his body perfectly. I reached forward and buttoned up the flannel right before I got to the second to last button at the top.

    "Perfect," I complimented stepping back. In his left hand, he held a black leather jacket.

    "Thank you," he smiled.

    "Do you know when your sire will be here?" I asked grabbing a set of keys from the wall by the doors.

    "Tomorrow night," he said. "Do you normally dress in all black?"

    "Yes," I answered. Walking into my dad's room to grab my white leather riding jacket.

    "I like your hair down like this," he said reaching for the ends of it.

    "I don't have to wear a helmet today. We're taking Henry," he looked at me curiously as we made our way to the packhouse parking lot.

     Brian was removing the cover when we got to him. He bowed to both of us before he walked away. I love Henry. I had originally bought him for Constance. She had been a rebel in her young years. Jeeps were her weakness. She had told me the story of the bad boy that had rocked her world in one of these. Of course, this is the model from three years ago, but it didn't matter. It didn't make it any less meaningless.

    "This is Henry?" he asked climbing into the passenger side. I started it up the roar of the custom engine made me smile.

    "Henry was Constance's, first love. He was a bad boy. Eighty-two years for two counts of first-degree murder. He owned one of these. It was totaled when he was arrested. So I got her this one to remind her of him. I named him Henry. She loved to ride Henry," he laughed at the innuendo.

    "I bet she did," he smirked.

    We got the University. I was handed what I had missed out on yesterday. I sat in the back of his class listening to his lectures. They were never the same and the students were all intrigued with him. I like him like this. Calm, there's even a playful way in his teachings. His interactions with the students are something one wouldn't expect from someone with such a certifiable background.

    My head swam when the alert came through. The breach had come from the southern borders. Several phones went off along with mine. I stood up walking down to him motioning the fighters to go. 

    "What's going on?" he asked when I walked over to him.

    "Someone wants to die tonight," I sighed. "Let's go, Fangs. We need to see who's stupid enough to come here unannounced,"

    My wolves surrounded the area where the intruders are hiding in. The feel of them, undead. Vampires. I climbed out of Henry and handed my keys to Alastair. I walked to the front of the crowd and stood in front of my dad. I growled a warning letting them know I'm here for a negotiation. They materialized out of the darkness of the trees.

    "You must be out of your mind Synolo Lykos," the leech hissed. Six more shadows melting out of the darkness taking a battle stance in front of me.

    "Isn't that the base of my reign. No real mind?" I asked. "You must be stupid to come into my lands like this,"

    "What did you think would happen when you took a vampire prince under your command? You f*****g peasant,"

    "Peasant huh?" I laughed. "Get out of here and I won't eat all of you,"

    "I'd do as she asks," his voice sent chills down my spine. "Why don't you get the f**k out of here before I lose my patience,"

    "Lord Malacoda," they all bowed down to one knee their heads completely down. "We've come to liberate you,"

    "Liberate me?" he asked amused. "Do I look like I need liberation?"

    "The Order has spoken, sir,"

    "Since when does the Order care of what I do? Go back and tell them they can go f**k themselves. I go where I please and do as I please," he growled.

    I had to take a deep breath. A giggle is stuck in my chest wanting to burst out from the excitement he's causing my body. The fangirl is taking over and I have no idea how to push her back into her cave. My dad let out a sigh. From the corner of my eye, I saw him slightly shake his head knowingly.

    "Our orders were to bring you in and kill anyone who stands in our way,"

    I couldn't hold it in more. The sound that squeaked out of me made me burst into a fit of laughter. Everyone looked at me shocked. The look in his eyes went from killer to humor in seconds. How does that even happen? Do I do that too? Does it look just as hot?

    "Oh, my god that was dangerous," I found myself saying. I walked closer to Alastair, who's fighting his own laughter. "I'm sorry. That was weird right? Look, I'm having an off day. My emotions are all over the place. Why don't you listen to what Lord Malacoda is saying and I promise we all survive tonight,"

    "We have orders," he insisted his eyes flashing red. I took a deep breath.

    "You think you can take him from me before I tear your heart from your chest and crush it in front of you?" I growled. "This is my favorite jacket,"

    "Take it off then,"

    I moved forward, my claws ripping through his hard skin right in between his ribs. I pulled once I had what I needed. His eyes widened when I crushed his heart in my hand. Blood spraying in all directions. The others growled but didn't come any closer. I've never been one to be patient. The challenge was made and my wolf completely takes over then.

    "Lord Malacoda made a request. It only takes one of you to send a message," They all backed away before melting back into the darkness of the shadows. The body began to dry up before it broke down into ashes.

    I looked down at my jacket shaking my head. It's ruined. Nana was the only one that had ever been able to take the blood out of it before. I groaned taking it off. I don't know if this jacket is even made anymore. I got it a couple of years ago and rarely wore it.

    "I want Perimeter Class Alpha effective immediately. No one comes in or leaves. We have a guest arriving tomorrow night. I'd like for him and those who arrive with him to brought directly to the packhouse. If we have a breach like this again everyone is going to regret it," I called out. They all scrambled.

    "You're fast. Too fast," Alastair commented.

    "Constance left the instructions for this," my dad ignored him taking the jacket from me. "I'll see you at home,"

    The anxiety in my bones made me cringe. I rotated my shoulders making them pop. Moved my head to stretch the cranks of my neck. It popped loudly making the tension of my muscles relax a little. I began to walk towards the jeep and climbed in taking in the smells in here. Constance, my dad, and now Alastair. I rubbed my hands over my face trying to take the itch away forgetting the blood.

    "Dammit," I growled annoyed with myself for smearing it on my face like an i***t.

    I was pulled out of the jeep and pressed hard against it. It rocked back from the force he had used. It wasn't like this morning. I met the anger in him head-on with equal force. There's no fear right now just the promise of blood and a fight. His eyes met mine with just as much fight. Those dark eyes of his began to glow with my challenge.

    "Calm down," he growled. The smile spread on my face challenging him.

    "That's what you don't see, fangs. I am calm. There is no emotion here," I slid my hands up his chest his muscles straining against my touch. "You didn't think that was all you were going to get did you?"

    "What is this?" he asked gentler.

    He pulled me into him. I felt the tension between us flare when his hard member pressed against my stomach making my stomach clench, heat burst out of me. He growled approving the way I reacted to him.

    "This is the reflection of who we are. The beasts, the hot flames of hell spit out," I wrapped my legs around him pulling myself up so we were eye to eye. "You smell so good,"

    He growled in response. I leaned down pressing the side of my face against his. The blood now on both of us. I took in a deep breath. His scent pooling heat at the core of me. I had never done anything like this. I had read lots of it, but I had never experienced this before and f**k me it feels amazing.

    His hands ran down the length of me heating me up even more. He pressed me against the jeep again letting out a hunger filled growl. He lowered me so I could feel his hard manhood rub against me. The friction he's creating snapped me out of it. My body tensed up my arms pulling him closer as I let out a yelp. A combination of fear and adrenaline coursed through me. He growled again gripping onto my thighs.

    The sweet pain of his hands tightening around my thighs sent me over the edge. I let out a cry as my body shook in his hands my heart pounding against my chest like it was trying to convince me to free it. He held me up pressing himself against me as the o****m rocked through me.

    "Mine," he growled into my neck making me shake.

    "You didn't even do anything," I panted after a while. My voice thick and foreign even to my ears.

    "I will," he promised.

    He pulled me into him. I heard the zip sound of the seat being pushed back before he climbed into the jeep and started the engine. I tried to climb into the passenger seat, but he let out a warning growl.

    "No," he warned keeping me in place.