Page 9 of Demon Huntress
Slade stood there with his own dick swinging, eyes wide and terrified.
Chapter5
Cassandra
Having the massive wolfman’s paws around her throat felt like more of an inconvenience than a threat for Cassandra. She had felt him coming, of course, and could have diverted out of the way, leaving him space to slam into the fireplace and likely send the stone into shambles. But she thought better of it, letting him wrap his hand around her jugular and push her small frame into the wall, making the picture frames swing in fear.
It was all to save some time and money. She wasn’t going to be responsible for any more damages. Plus, the man had already given her the impression of being the unhinged one, while Slade was more even and rational.
“FLASH!” Slade bellowed from the other side of the room, pressing a torn shirt over his exposed genitals. Flash hadn’t taken the same precautions, letting his manhood blow free as he pressed his large body against hers. If the context were remotely different, Cassandra might have thought that it was a little bit kinky.
“FLASH, PUT HER DOWN!”
Slade slid closer laboriously, cautiously, as he approached the man drooling over exposed fangs, the hazel swirl of his eyes fading into the black pools of a doll’s glare. It would have been scarier if she didn’t have her handy switchblade, which she always carried on her person ... she was a demon hunter, for fuck’s sake ... pressed against his pubic bone.
There was something about the way he held her neck; it was firm, of course, and kept her dangling a couple feet off the floor, but he hadn’t applied any more pressure despite appearing furious beyond comprehension.
She jiggled the knife in her hand, scraping the tip ever so slightly over his exposed pelvis. He noticed, flicking his wide eyes down and then back up at her at lightning speed.
“So …” she began, diverting her eyes down to where the knife spun in small circles. Her voice croaked with the slightly restricted air, but that still didn’t bother her. “Do you want to talk about this with me on the floor? I explain things better on even ground.”
His breath was rank with rage, and his chest rose and fell like a storm. But Cassandra managed to remain calm in the face of anger that sent most people scurrying like a mouse under a spotlight.
He seemed to realize the error of his ways, his snarl fading quickly. He lowered her to the ground, and she removed the switchblade immediately, keeping it palmed just in case.
Flash’s hand around her neck lingered for a moment but soon fell, finger by finger, to the big man’s side. Immediately, Slade came to them, taking Flash by the wrist like a toddler in trouble.
“Go get dressed,” he hissed at him.
Flash’s chin drooped to his chest, and he walked away, looking comical in his nakedness, size, and downtrodden physicality.
Cassandra smirked, then she flicked the switchblade back into its holster and slipped the device into her side pocket.
Slade came over, having clothed himself in an oversized silk robe, hands cupped in apology.
“Are you okay?” he asked, blue eyes brimming with concern.
Cassandra shrugged, then tapped the pocket where the switchblade hid.
“This isn’t the first time I’ve been pressed up against a wall in a choke hold,” she said, flashing him a sly grin.
Cassandra wasn’t a woman who needed saving, but she appreciated Slade’s concern nevertheless. The look of his strained expression was quickly replaced by one of embarrassment, raising both hands to his face and rubbing his eyes fervently.
“I hope you can excuse him,” he said, pressing his thumbs hard into his eyeballs. “He has been through some trauma related to Phar-Scape.”
Cassandra raised an eyebrow, intrigued. She moved to the table where she had laid out her things for the ritual, then stood there, posture as straight as the queen’s guard, the tips of her fingers tapping lightly against the desk.
“Tell me more,” she said.
Slade stopped rubbing his eyes abruptly, then looked at her, brows furrowed. His bonfire hair was still messy but sexy, to Cassandra’s quick observational skills. She thought that of the two, Slade would be the one most capable of tenderness during lovemaking. She had to blink away the thought before it ran too wild in her mind.
“Well, he escaped not too long ago ... he was only nineteen when he was captured ... by Phar-Scape,” Slade began, brows still furrowed. “They, uh, experimented on him, which essentially made him violent and quick to anger.”
Cassandra nodded and strummed her fingers along the desk as he spoke. She wondered why he would tell her such things, especially if she had said she worked for the company. She wondered if it was because there was an innate trust that she felt in them that perhaps was mutual.
“Did you call the police? Why are they still in business?” she asked.
Anger flashed in his eyes. “We did, and it did no good. The police said they found nothing related to what we described. They said we were lucky that Phar-Scape didn’t sue us for spreading rumors.”
