Page 8 of Hunting Savage
“See you tomorrow night then.”
Savage disconnected the call without waiting for the other male to speak.He felt an odd disquiet within his soul, as if something monumental was on the cusp of his future.
“I need to feed and fuck,” he muttered, getting to his feet with a plan in mind.If he was going to be facing a pack of mangy wolves, he needed to be at full strength, which meant he needed to find himself a feeder and see where the night took him.
Two hours later, Savage lifted his head from the redhead’s neck and watched as her eyes blinked open.His body didn’t stir below the waist.Was his cock broken?Shit, had his manhood finally decided he would need a little blue pill to get it up?
“Thank you, female.You were amazing,” he whispered, putting a memory in her mind that gave her a false sense of what happened while he got up from the leather sofa in the VIP lounge and walked out.Although she’d filled one need, another went untouched.
“That look doesn’t bode well for anyone walking within your vicinity, Boss,” Scepter said, moving to walk with him.
Savage glared at his friend, noticing the male had a flush on his usually pale skin.“Why are you skulking about out in the hallway?Do you have a death wish or something?”
Scepter’s lips lifted into a grin that had Savage wanting to bash the other male’s skull against the concrete floor.
“I actually just walked out of that room when you exited the lounge.It was a matter of timing, Boss.What’s got you so damn pissy?”
Savage turned, pinning Scepter against the wall with one hand around his throat.At six feet five inches, he towered over almost everyone he came into contact with, even Scepter, who was a couple of inches shorter than him.With his anger surging to the front of his psyche, he lifted the male until they were eye-to-eye.“I am not in the mood to deal with your bullshit this evening.If you feel like gossiping like a female, might I suggest you go hang out with them down below?”
Scepter’s eyes flashed red, but he didn’t challenge Savage.They both were more than aware that if they were to battle, who would come out the winner, and it wouldn’t be Scepter.
Veins bulged in the other man’s neck as Savage continued to hold him in place.Are you done throwing a fit yet?Trystan asked through their link, a tinkling laugh accompanied her question.
I think he needs to bang Scep’s head against the wall a few times first.Oakly said with a much deeper laugh, given her past trauma to her vocal cords.
Savage ignored Oakley’s and Trystan’s words and released Scepter.The asshole had the grace to glide to the floor instead of falling to his knees like many others in his position would’ve, if nothing else, to get the female’s sympathy.
“Do you hear the shit the females are giving me on your behalf?”Savage muttered, glaring at Scepter, who had the decency to rub his throat.
Scepter rubbed the back of his head.“It’s your fault for trying to make me part of the décor.If I’d have suffered blood loss, I’d have needed to tap the vein from another donor this night.”
“Cry me a fucking river.By the way, we have some visitors coming tomorrow night.You know the three female donors we lost?”Savage asked, knowing they all were more than aware of the deaths.
He shared the conversation between himself and the alpha with the others.Their preparedness for the pack's arrival was his priority.
“I’ll make sure the others are aware and on the lookout for them tomorrow evening.You realize they tend to attack first and ask second when tempers rise,” Kessle said as he stood at the end of the hallway.
He and Scepter could pass as brothers, with their dark brown hair and standing over six feet tall, both having blue eyes.Each male embodied the human ideal of a Greek God.He and his brother, Mateo, were complete opposites, with their black hair, dark eyes, and olive skin.Of course, his brother Mateo wasn’t as mean as he was.Savage believed it was because Mateo hadn’t come across their family’s slaughter, so he contained a semblance of humanity left within his soul, unlike him.Or maybe he’d been blessed with an extra dose of it, while Savage never had any.
Satisfied he wouldn’t need to micromanage shit tomorrow, he moved away from Scepter, closing his mind to the others.
