Narrowing my eyes as I stood from my chair, I planted the bottom of my boot on his chest before kicking him backwards. “Too bad you won’t be able to say sorry to all of your other victims,” I sneered. Then, huffing out a dry laugh, I added, “Though, your death will be enough of an apology.”
As the words left my lips, Lucien towered over the dean before ramming the tips of his pointer fingers into his eye sockets. The dean only screamed for a few seconds before the bliss of silence descended through the small office with his death.
I soaked the moment in, smiling smugly at his fate. He wouldn’t be able to abuse his position of power again.
Meanwhile, Lucien retracted his talons from the dean and grabbed a handkerchief from the desk, wiping off his top hands’ talons with his lower two before tossing the rag onto the dean’s body. Dramatically, he rolled his eyes and murmured, “I hate when they make me get my hands so dirty.”
A true laugh burst from me as I called him on his bullshit. “You’re such a liar. You get upset when you don’t get to handle our situations this way,” I reminded him as I leaned back onto the desk with my hands on the edge. “Though I’m sure Kylo and Elwin would love to hear if you’re changing your ways,” I added teasingly. “You’d make their lives so much easier.”
It was his turn to laugh, and the sound truly made my heart skip a beat. I lived for their love and joy–it fed my own.
“Don’t let Kylo lie to you either, angel,” he rebutted. “He’d be bored if he wasn’t constantly trying to contain my urges under the blood haze.”
As Lucien came to float in front of me, leaning in close, I widened my eyes and fake pouted. “But what about poor Elwin who has to deal with calming Kylo down when you inevitably go against his commands?”
He paused as if truly giving it a thought before chuckling. “Yeah, I feel bad for the bastard, but we all know I’m not going to stop. No one fucks with you or my brothers and gets away with only a slap on the wrist.”
The reminder of his wrath had my eyes falling down to the dean, and my body shivered at the memory of his touch on my leg.
Lucien sensed my distress, his voice dropping low as he whispered, “You’re okay now, angel. He’ll never touch you again. You are ours.”
The possessiveness of his words, combined with the deep tones of his voice, made heat pool between my legs. An ache began to build, demanding I find a way to satisfy it.
I had yet to bring myself to cross the line of being intimate with my creatures as I wrote my stories, but today felt like the day that was going to change. I needed a little something extra to cheer me up after having to swallow my outrage at the dean’s actions. I’d wanted to punch him in the mouth and tell him where he could shove it with his suggestions, but seeing as I couldn’t give in to that desire… I’d give in to this one instead.