Page 4 of Bodyguard Wolf's Fated Mate
Its jaws were stained with its blood. We stared at each other for quite some time without blinking. We both tilted our heads to the side. It was almost like looking into a mirror, but we looked nothing alike.
This was an animal and I was a human being, but somehow I couldn’t make the distinction between the two. We were connected in a way nobody could explain. It was a primal need that nothing could satiate for very long.
It suddenly swiped a claw across the body of the deer. The wound opened up to reveal the innards. It yanked the intestines out with its claw and then grabbed it with its mouth before stretching it as far as it could across the ground.
I should’ve screamed in horror, but I couldn't seem to draw my eyes away from the spectacle. This was what was meant to be. The strong survived and the weak perished. It was the natural order of things.
I don't know why I did it, but something came over me in a moment of feral impulse. I crawled over to the carcass where the intestines had stretched as far as a football field. My hands touched the warmth of the blood coursing out of its veins.
My hands touched my face, and I closed my eyes to that special feeling of being connected to another animal. My fingers slipped into my mouth, and I sampled what was being offered to me on a silver platter.
I licked each one of them clean and never felt the need to lose my cookies. It was reminiscent of horror movies. Most people screamed when they saw something they didn't see coming. It was actually thrilling for me, but I had to hide my smile behind an expressionless feature on my face.
The blood was delicious, and I craved more than liquid nourishment. My mouth opened slightly with my tongue snaking across the last droplet on my lips. My hands acted with a life of their own.
My hands disappeared within the animal, and I began to surgically remove the organs one at a time. They were nicely laid out on the ground. The beast came closer with its fur raised. It wasn't long before the two of us sat on either side of the organs lined up on the ground.
We reached for the same one at the same time. It became a tug-of-war to figure out which one of us was going to be rewarded with the prize.
It was the still beating heart of the animal after being excised from the body.
It slipped out of my grip and the beast consumed it with a ferocity that would've made people run in the opposite direction. The strangest part of all was being able to taste exactly what the animal devoured.
It was in my mouth and we both began chewing in unison. It was a very odd synchronicity. The blood spurted out of my mouth. We both turned our heads to the compliant moon with a howl of euphoria.
I stared into its eyes and saw my reflection looking back.
Knocking on my door woke me from a dead sleep. The maid was strictly forbidden to come in under any circumstances without my express permission.
She didn't have to see me crawl out from underneath my bed to the blinding glare of the sunlight streaming through my curtain. The blood caked on my nails was something I got used to. If you can ever get used to something like that.
I needed a distraction. Shopping was the answer. Daddy was away and this little mouse wanted to play. He gave me his credit card, and I was going to put a serious dent in it. I would also need my fix and knew exactly who to call.
CHAPTER 3
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LUKE
I was reluctant to let Jasmine go shopping until she reminded me where my paycheck came from. She was definitely going to keep me on my toes.
"You don't have to come in with me. They might feel a little pressured when you are standing by the door glowering." She pointed out with a finger touching my strong masculine chest.
She gasped when that muscle flexed in response.
I gently applied enough pressure to pry her finger away from me. "You will not be out of my sight. Do I make myself clear?"
"It's your funeral. This place caters to the most discriminated tastes. It's a boutique for women with money to burn on a variety of different credit cards. I don't need one. Everything is billed to my father without even bothering to look at a price tag. You have no idea what it's like to feel superior over others or maybe you do in your own way," she said from the back seat with her legs crossed in a way to remind me she was young and impressionable.
A part of me wanted to climb into the back seat and show her what a real man could do. That she wasn't dealing with a little boy. It would've been fun to make her squeal with her high heels punching holes into the ceiling of the limousine.
"I know what you're thinking. It's what all of them are thinking when they look at me."
"I don't know… I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered with my mouth dry and my pants tightening from the mere notion of getting physical with her.
"You have your eyes on my father's money. This job is easy. Nothing exciting ever happens."
She smelled like sex, and she didn't even know why they were panting after her like lovesick puppies. It wasn't their fault. They were drawn to the fire and didn't care if they burned alive just to be near her. It was a good thing that anxious energy could be stifled inside of me courtesy of the wolf.
