Page 61 of A Cock and Bull Story
“No, it's not—but your blood is,” he whispers reverently, and I swear said blood freezes in my veins at his words. “See, shifters can smell very well.”
I nod.
Unfortunately, I know all too well now that shifters have a unique sense of smell—a heightened one.
“Especially my type of shifter,” the dean adds with a rather wolfish grin. “I’m one of the most feared animals of all time.”
“Oh my God—you’re a T-Rex?!” I cry.
Then, I freeze.
He can’t see me if I don’t move, right?
“No, you daft woman, they’re extinct!”
“You’re a mosquito, then?”
“A mosquito?!” Dean Stiffdick sneers. “Why would anyone be afraid of a mosquito?”
“Haven’t you ever read a book?” I scoff. “Somedeanyou are—mosquitos are the deadliest animals on Earth!”
He raises a brow.
“Sometimes, I forget you’re hiding a brain behind that pretty face and your whorish mannerisms,” he backwards compliments.
“Er. . . thanks?”
“See, I already knew that you were special,” he continues, “but I took a vial of your blood while you were sleeping to confirm it.”
I give the fucked-up bastard a look—sleeping is just a quaint way to say that he knocked me out.
“Dude, I don't know about your laws here in the UK, but that's a serious violation of my rights!”
Dean Hardwick smirks.
“You’re so cute, Miss Harper. See, your human laws are not something that I have to abide by—in my world,I am the law.”
Sheesh, someone has a God complex.
“And because I’m the law,” he continues, “I can do whatever I want, whenever I feel like it—and what I want, Jezebel,is your womb.”
“Eww, gross! What are you going to do with it?” I cry out.
What kind of pervert is this dude?!
Is he some kind of shifter that craves women's reproductive organs?
Is he like a cannibal, but not?
“I promise it probably wouldn't taste that good,” I exclaim, trying to divert his attention.
“My child, you watch way too manyAmericanmovies,” he sneers.
“Can I just say that I don't really appreciate the emphasis you just put on American—like we're a bunch of imbeciles,” I frown. I would totally defend my country and people more if the situation weren't so dire, but this is a serious shitstorm.
Dean Boner wants my motherfucking sperm hotel!
“Now, see here, you can't just take my womb. What are you going to do—just reach up in there and yank it out?!”
