He groans, thrusting up as his hands stroke down and struggle with the fastening of my pants with a curse. I watch him for a minute, genuinely wondering if he will manage to open them before I get bored, and press the sharp edge of the chopstick to his fat neck. “Hey, big boy,” I coo, and his eyes flicker up and lock on mine. “The council says hi,” I whisper, leaning in.
His eyes widen for a split second before I stab the chopstick into his neck. His lips open on a silent scream, and his body jerks with the shock and force. With a grin, I pull the chopstick out, moaning when his blood spurts all over my chest, the ruby red river flowing across my tits and down my stomach. Each hot drop has my pussy becoming increasingly more wet, clamping around nothing.
Fuck, that’s beautiful.
I watch his hands come up and try to stop the flow as he groans. Grabbing his wrists, I overpower him easily and lean into his chest as I press his hands to the seat, letting him feel my strength—another one of the abnormalities that got me expelled from my life in the pack and tossed into the council’s path. Blood pumps steadily from the wound, making me lick my lips. It smells like fear and submission, and has my animals roaring in hunger.
His eyes roll around desperately, but the bouncers won’t interrupt. From their angle, it looks like I’m fucking him as I wiggle a little, turned on by all that blood and the light slowly leaving his eyes.
Some girls fear death… Me? I crave it. The blood, the power…fuck, it makes me wet as hell.
His body shudders, fighting even now, and then it’s over. He’s dead. The blood still pumps from his neck, but I know he’s gone. I feel it. His cock is still hard, will be for a while at least. Pulling the chopstick close, I lick the silver edge, groaning as the taste of his blood explodes there—tangy, coppery, and sweet, and it tastes like terror.
I push back my animals’ demands and pull away slightly, ignoring the scent of fresh meat. Twisting my hair, I stick the chopsticks through as I pull my phone and send a snap to my contact. I wait, watching for it to be received, still perched on the dead man’s lap with blood covering me. Someone passes by to go to the toilet, and their scream cuts through the air.
Fucking humans and their delicate sensibilities.
I turn my head just in time to see the woman faint, pussy. Pocketing my phone, I stand and blow a kiss at the dead man. The bouncers are gaping, their gazes darting from me to him, their meaty mouths flapping open and closed. I crook my finger at them, and the one on the left charges. I duck his punch, and with my shifter speed, I slam my fist into his chest, stopping his heart in one strike. He drops to the ground, dead before he hits the floor.
The one on the right hesitates. Maybe he’s smarter than the other… Oh wait, nope. He comes at me too, trying to pull his gun. I slap it from his hand, turn it, and press it to his head. “Say goodbye,” I taunt.
“Goodbye,” he repeats automatically, freezing as I pull the trigger. The shot is overly loud to my sensitive ears, so I shake my head to get rid of the ringing. I fucking hate guns. Dropping the weapon, I step over his body and button my jacket. The humans are clambering to escape, screaming and running as they tumble over tables. They push and scramble over each other as I stroll through their panicked masses, cross through the double doors, and then step outside.
When I’m on the pavement, the moon shining down, I pull out my phone and see the text—contract complete. I look back at the club with a grin. Thank fuck, it was worth it though, and no human authorities will ever know I was here. The cameras will be wiped, fingerprints taken, and the whole scene will be cleaned before they ever get here. Another perk of working for the council.
The moon calls to me, my skin shivering with the need to change, to run, to become an animal, but I resist it as I always do. It’s too risky to run alone, and it’s not like I have a pack…not