Page 35 of Insatiable Hunger

John raised his hand, his power pulling the man toward us as his neck met John’s open hand. “Alas, there is a first for everything.” As his fingers squeezed the man’s neck, I could feel my senses returning. He was keeping true to his promise, allowing me partial control. I slowly wriggled back into my own skin, the cold rain of the night tapping against my bare chest. John’s skull scratched my face as I twisted my own neck, settling back into place, this time equally alongside John.

My lungs inhaled deeply, breathing in the frigid night air, my hot breath fogging around my face as I embraced the chaos flowing through my veins, its power fueling me. The man helplessly fought against our combined strength, his hands clawing at mine, his nails digging into my flesh. Together, we held him firmly in place, constricting his airway, enjoying the moment. John’s magic flowed from my fingers, the absinthe burning into man’s skin. His silent cries, tucked between his choking, were music to my ears. I sat, slowly increasing the pressure of my fingers along his flesh, soaking in his fear.It’s beautiful.I could feel my body growing in excitement, hardening at the overwhelming moment.

John’s laughter echoed through my mind as he spoke out loud to me. “Snuff out his life, Cain. Consume his soul and unleash your chaos.”

My veins bulged, the green glowing beneath my flesh, itching in anticipation to be unleashed. I wanted to kill him, whoever this man was. I wanted to feel his life fade away in my hand. My breathing was rapid, increasing as my heart raced. I squeezed my hand, magic engulfing it as I continued the power so overwhelming that my grasp slowly ripped the man’s throat apart. His disembodied screams flooded my ears, dancing with the squishing sound of his neck tearing within my palm. I closed my eyes, absorbing the sounds as his warm blood splattered across my face and chest. A loud moan escaped my throat as I came, overly excited by the moment. My hand, holding only his bloodied spine, released his lifeless body as I fell to my knees, the extreme stimulation hitching my breath.

“Death is quite an aphrodisiac, is it not?” John laughed behind my eyes as I smiled, breathing heavily. I reached my arms up, both soaked in fresh blood, still elated by it all. “Feel the essence of his life atop your bare skin. Let the memory of his death wash over you.” I did as he said, rubbing the warm liquid across my chest, the touch adding to my overbearing excitement. “Good,” he purred. “Now, taste it.” I raised a finger to my mouth, lightning illuminating the deep red liquid. My tongue licked my finger, instant moans filling my throat as I sat, enjoying the bitter taste, my hands moving across my torso. I enjoyed the touch, the feel, of blood along my bare skin. I ran my palm across my mouth, my tongue licking the warmth as I moaned, embracing the moment.

I want more.My hand trailed down my stomach, unbuckling my belt as it slid beneath my jeans and gripped my cock. I tugged at my hardened self, rubbing my soaked palm up and down the shaft, the warm blood quickly growing my desires.I need more.

The storm roared above, lightning flashing again as I closed my eyes and listened to the thunder. “Imagine the feelings you will experience when the dead body is that of your dear Alaska.” His words enhanced my touch, his magic burning along my cock as he spoke to me, teasing. “Or Ruby’s sweet blood,” he moaned alongside me. “Yes, her blood was so sweet, unlike her.” His memory of how her blood tasted flooded my brain as I neared the edge, the speed and pressure of my hand increasing, impatiently wanting more. “What about Lazarus? Imagine, you could take your time killing him, listening to his screams, filled with agony as you slowly torture him. Make your precious Alaska watch as you murder him before her and bathe in his blood.”

Yes. Yes!My eyes shot open as I came hard, my body convulsing, thrusting as every last drop of my excitement left my cock.Yes.

I tried to steady my breathing, clouded by a euphoric high. I looked down at the man’s body in front of me, his lifeless eyes staring back, the reflection of me dancing in his glassy eyes. I gripped his shirt, rubbing myself clean as I fixed my pants, latching my belt, and stood to my feet. I brushed my wet hair back, rain streaking the blood that smeared across my skin.I’m ready.

John raised my arm, the knife returned to my hand as he looked at me through the reflection. A cold gust of air floated around as he sniffed, smelling the faintest hint of smoke lingering in the air. A sinister grin slithered across my face as his single green eye flickered. “Time to hunt.”

Chapter

Thirty-Four

LAZARUS

Alastair snarled, warning the overwhelming number of strange people who surrounded us. He snapped, biting the air between us and them, as I held Alaska’s limp body close to my chest, the blood of my wound soaking her pale hair. My hand fumbled, gripping the knife from its sheath as I swung, holding it high in defense. “Stay back!” Jinx gripped Ruby’s chest as Ruby held her good hand high, magic flickering from her palm. She was weak, losing too much blood from her injured ankle. She wouldn’t last long if she used her magic now.

The numerous strangers parted as an older man, the one whose cabin we were staying in, stepped forward. He was holding a rifle and lantern, same as the night we arrived. “You shouldn’t be here. They’re coming.” His voice was oddly deep and soothing. He tossed his long, braided black hair behind his shoulders, his dark, sun dried skin sagging around his aged face as his russet eyes moved to me and passed his rifle to the person beside him.

“Who’s coming?” I demanded, holding my knife firm.

“Let me see her.” Before I could respond, he moved towards Alaska. I tried to stop him, but one of the many people from his group pushed the muzzle of his rifle against the back of my head.

“Don’t move,” they grumbled.

I froze, carefully watching as the old man groaned and kneeled next to me. His hand trembled, shaking as he brushed Alaska’s hair aside, noticing the blood dripping from her nose. He scoffed. “She’s drifting.”Drifting? What the hell does that mean?“She needs proper rest.” The old man sniffed the air, catching a whiff of Ruby’s blood. He turned, looking at Ruby, her wound obvious beneath their lighting. “You need medical attention, both of you.” The old man struggled to stand, two members of his group quickly helping him to his feet. The same hair-raising screech from before pierced through the night and it set my nerves on edge as I clung Alaska’s body closer to my own. The old man cautiously glanced around, studying the trees. “We need to leave. Evil is nearby.” His gaze returned to me as thunder echoed. “You must come with us. Quickly.”

“Why the hell would we go with you?” Ruby snapped, wheezing her words through the pain.

The old man grabbed his rifle back as one of the group members extended it out to him. “You can come with us, back to our camp where we have a fire, food, water, medicine,—all the things you need, or you can stay here and let the Wendigos devour you.” Her eyes widened.

Ruby signed to the man. “What is that?”

He furrowed his brows. “What is she doing with her hands? Why does she not speak?”

The muzzle of the gun lifted from the back of my head. “She’s deaf.” I sighed, directing my hands toward Jinx. “He can’t understand you.” She huffed and rolled her eyes. I turned to face the old man. “She can read lips, but you need to speak clearly or else it's harder for her.”

The man grunted, turning as he began to walk away. “The choice is yours.”

One by one, the surrounding people began to follow, leaving us alone. “Wait!” I shouted. “If we go with you, will you help us?”

The old man stopped, lightly turning his head, speaking over his shoulder. “We will make sure you are taken care of. All of you.”

“You can’t be serious. Lazarus!” Ruby snapped.

“Enough! You need help, Ruby! So does Alaska. If they can help us, why not let them?”

She stared at me, quiet as she pondered for a moment. “What about Cain?”

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