Page 49 of You Will Crave Me
“Stand down,” I heard Dante say from behind me.
I turned to see him coming down the hallway, and he had such an air of confidence about himself, that he walked with more swagger than he ever did when he was human. He was… dare I admit it… sexier. He approached the bars and opened the door. Then looked at me, smirking.
“Did you enjoy the hunt?” he asked me.
“Perhaps I might have had I not been so preoccupied, Sir,” I said.
Dante snorted. “That just made it more exciting. Well, I know you enjoyed the gift of your new son.”
“I’m just happy I could save one of them, Father.”
Dante cocked an eyebrow. “Well, at least you see it as a save and not a curse. That’s progress. I heard the anal piercing is supposed to feel like heaven on your cock when you’re fucking him.” He winked. “You’re welcome.”
“I’ll let you know, Father,” I said. I knew those were words he wanted to hear. He needed to know that he’d be getting no more trouble out of me. No longer would he accept my disobedience, which I was sure had been some measure of embarrassment for him.
“Well, finish what we started, Dominic,” Dante said, then motioned toward Delilah.
I walked past him into the cell. The others backed away as I approached Delilah’s beaten and abused body. She was crying, one of her eyes already swollen shut. Her nose broken, teeth missing, her flesh had been cut all over, and blood ran in rivulets down her pale skin. She didn’t deserve any of this and it was all my fault. I felt like it was my fault for not protecting Dante from Deacon’s wolves who’d snatched him up. My fault for even listening to Chandler and deciding to attack that blood bank. My fault for not accepting my life and leaving Dante no other choice but to use Delilah against me. All of it led to this moment.
“Help… me,” Delilah whispered through swollen, bloody lips.
“Forgive me, Delilah. I’m so sorry,” I said, then I struck. To drag the inevitable out wouldn’t do either of us any good.
In the background I could hear a gasp. “Delilah! Dominic—no!”
It was Zachary and he was quickly silenced by Omari. I continued to drain her, giving her pleasure in death. Taking away all the pain she’d experienced until her last breath. Her body slumped and only the chains trapping her wrists were keeping her corpse from falling to the floor. I pulled away and walked to the wall, leaning against it as the bloodhaze comforted me. I didn’t fight it, I wanted Dante to see that I was done fighting him. I slid my hand down between my legs and squeezed my erection that ached for satisfaction. I shook a little from the pleasure of the pressure, then released my hold. I opened my eyes, now that the haze was fading.
I pushed myself off the wall and walked over to the wolf who’d challenged me. He was taller than I was, no doubt, older. He glared down at me with cold, blue eyes. “What’s your rank?”
“Soldier,” he replied with a snarl.
I nodded, then backhanded him hard enough to split his lip. His head snapped to the side and he staggered a little before catching his balance. He turned back toward me and growled before advancing.
“Who the fuck—”
“Your Beta-Capo. I outrank you, motherfucker,” I said, cutting off his little tirade.
He stopped in his tracks when I said that and looked at Dante, as if needing confirmation.
“Why are you looking at him, I already told you who the fuck I am,” I said.
His blue eyes panned from Dante to me and he swallowed. “I’m sorry for my behavior, Sir.”
“Don’t let it happen again,” I said, then turned and left the cell. I didn’t want to look back at Delilah’s dead body or the dumbfounded expressions of the faces of the other wolves in the cell. And by Dante’s nonchalant expression, he didn’t give a shit that Delilah was dead. So, it seemed the only person he really cared about in our little group of bandits was me. I was the only one he was determined to spare. To claim… toEmbrace.
“It’s done, Father,” I said.
Dante grabbed the back of my hair, yanking my head toward him, and he kissed me. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth and took over. I kissed him back, because I wanted to. I felt a connection to Dante that I couldn’t reject, couldn’t ignore. I knew I’d always want him. Perhaps, that was how he felt about Théoden. Maybe that was what Zachery would feel for me. He pulled back and let me go.
“I’m proud of you, Dom, you handled yourself well,” he said.
I nodded. “Thank you, Father.”
“Take your son home. I’m sure you have some catching up to do,” Dante said.
“Yes, Father,” I said, then walked away, motioning for Zachary to follow me.
Lee and Omari made sure he did and it wasn’t until we were on the road heading to the home Dante had gifted to me, did Zachary dare to speak.
