Fangs (6 page)

He caught her by the wrist and pulled her up against him. “I’ll see you at home. Go with you uncle.” The bark of his voice surprised him.

She tugged her arm from his grasp. “I wouldn’t wait too long if I were you, Myka.” She turned on her heel and strutted away.

Armand slapped him on the shoulder. “Damn, I wish I could be a fly on the wall of the house when we get back.”

Myka’s other newfound friends snickered.

Chapter Six

Heinrich stopped in the lobby to check his appearance in the mirror. Even though the hotel was a shifter-run establishment he caught the various odors different humans emitted while mulling about. He wrinkled his nose, one day humans would realize they were literally what they ate. A pretty blonde walked past him and offered a little finger wave as he went by. He held her gaze and cocked a brow. A slow smile split her face and her steps slowed. Human women did serve some purposes. He refocused on his image, straightened the tie knot at his throat, and pressed an errant lock of hair back into place. Clearing his throat, he spun on his heel and walked toward the woman that caught his interest. 

He was such a sucker for a fair-haired woman of any species. Plastering a pleasant smile on his face, he met the lady at a grouping of chairs and motioned for her to sit down. A quick check of his watch told him he still had time before the board meeting started. She sat and leaned forward, sure to give him a view of the way her cleavage bulged at the deep V of her blouse. Her appearance couldn’t have been more perfect. With Colin starting a campaign against him that he was a human hater, being seen making nice with one would only fall in his favor. The cloying smell of her perfume made his eyes water and he fought the urge to sneeze. She asked questions and he nodded at what he hoped were appropriate times.

It wasn’t that he was a human hater. To him they were simply cattle that needed to be led. His real problem was Colin and his boys. That bastard carried himself as if he was king of the shifters. He didn’t deserve the accolades. He’d been given his position from his father and would apparently pass it on to one of his children, probably the younger boy if the rumors circling about were true. Not if Heinrich could help it. After he was done, Colin wouldn’t have time to worry about anything but his family. When his plan was complete the Blaidd’s would be erased from shifter history and he, Heinrich, would be the one to take over.

The little human’s voice was starting to grate on his nerves. He reached into his pocket and drew out a business card. Placing it in her palm, he told her to give his secretary a call to set up lunch.  Her giggle wasn’t coy as he supposed she’d intended, and he rolled his eyes when she turned her head.

He rose and squeezed her hand when she offered it. After another quick confirmation that he would see her soon, he moved toward the conference center. It was time to make nice with the other animals and put more pieces of his game into play.

Heinrich shook hands with his fellow committee members as he entered the room. The tables were set up in a large U shape and placeholders with names on them sat on the plate at every seat. As he made his way to his seat he stopped to chat, inquiring about his enemies under the guise of curiosity. He chuckled at a joke and raised his head to scan the room. Colin stood with Matos and Jamison studying him. Curtailing the urge to flip off the arrogant ass, he stuffed his hands in his slacks and flashed a quick smile before returning his attention to his group. Matos was on the move, taking his place at the head of the tables. The Council head called the meeting to order and they all moved to take their assigned seating.

About to take his seat, Heinrich’s phone buzzed in his breast pocket. He checked the caller and excused himself citing rout business.

Matos narrowed his eyes but gave his approval to leave. “We have much to discuss. You have five minutes, Heinrich.”

“Of course, Matos.” He stalked from the room tapping the cell phone’s screen. “This better be important,” he answered through clenched teeth.

“Tsk-tsk, darling, I’m only doing what you asked.” Seri’s seductive tones came through loud and clear.

“This is not a good time. I know you’re aware that we are holding our elections for Lorez’s replacement.”

“I am but I have no doubts you’ve planned for this so it’s of little concern to me.” She scoffed.

“Seri, if you keep behaving badly I will be forced…”

“Forced to do what, Heinrich? Spank me? Umm, maybe I should be a bad girl more often.”

“Does Roman know about your secret desires, hmmm?” Heinrich slipped into an alcove and adjusted his erection.

“Please, his only concern is how to make Scar pay for the death of his sister. It’s consumed his every waking minute. I haven’t been satisfied since you came to visit.”

“Seri, I really don’t have time for this.”

“Fine.” She huffed. “I’ve placed a team outside of Volkshire and ordered them to take Keen at the first opportunity. Roman and I will be flying there tonight. Is that good enough?”

“Perfect, lover. Be careful, I’m sure your betrayal is still fresh in Kuma’s mind,” Heinrich reminded her.

“Please. He’s too busy with the stripper.” Anger tightened her voice. “The stupid bear will never see me coming.”

“Good…good. I have to go. We can talk later.”

“I plan on doing more than having a simple discussion. I hope you’re ready.” Seri hung up.

Heinrich placed the phone in his pocket. Now he had to stop Jamison from ever getting a seat on Council. As he approached the room his steps felt lighter.

* * * *

The truck jerked to a stop, throwing Myka forward. He turned his head and eyed Etienne. The gator shrugged. He asked the Alpha to get him back to Betaille quickly, but he never expected or experienced the type of ride the gator took him on. His driving was worse than Nix’s and that was saying something. He exited the vehicle, clad only in a pair of spare sweat pants Garmin had found under the back seat. Myka stretched and wrinkled his nose at the smell that assaulted him. He needed a shower in the worse way.

Armand slapped the center of his back. “You will have our vote, Myka. I’ll fight along your side any day, wolf.” The wolverine stalked off.

Faint grunts rent the air and a small herd of boar burst from underneath another house. Among the little muddy beasts was a lone wolf running with them. Myka did a double take when the pup jumped using the back of another boar to land in front of the group and took the lead, a couple of thin snakes slithered by trailing the group. A door slammed and Myka looked up. Percel stood at the railing and called out to the children for lunch. The children in front stopped and the kids behind slammed into them, creating a pile of fallen bodies with arms and legs jutting out. Myka smiled at the childish laughter that came from the small shifters as they took their human form. They pushed up off one another and headed to Sint and Percel’s home.

Etienne and Garmin flanked Myka and watched the children with him. Keen walked by and flashed a gap-tooth smile as he filed along with the other kids. Myka crossed his arms and leaned back against the grill of the truck.

“Armand had a point. Tomorrow at town meeting you will have the gator vote for support,” Etienne announced. “That is if you live. Tee, that girl mean and she looked pretty pissed.”

“Tee is my problem.” Myka watched Keen climb the stairs. It had been a long time since he’d witnessed his nephew so carefree. For a moment he wished his brother Rhys could see the look on Keen’s face and resolved that the sooner they ended this bullshit conflict the quicker they could all carry on with their lives.

“Um, will you need an escort home Myka?” Garmin added.

Myka groaned. “Damn, you two are as bad as my brothers.” He walked away, listening to the men’s laughter.

All he wanted was a hot shower and a soft bed. Myka sniffed and caught the scent of coconuts. Tee was home. He pushed the door open and glanced around the great room. He stalked to his room and still no Tee. Her voice drifted to where he stood. She was singing. He followed the sound and crossed her bedroom to the bathroom. The door squeaked when he pushed it open and the outline of her body was clear through the transparent shower curtain.

She looked up and met his stare. Her wet, curly hair, free of the ponytail she kept it in, framed her face and hung down her neck. White lather coated her skin and drifted down her body. Myka pushed the elastic waistband over his hips and stepped out of the pants. He watched as her gaze traveled the length of his body and his cock responded to her perusal. She pushed the edge of the plastic aside and steam billowed out. That was all the invitation he needed. Climbing into the stall, he pushed her against the back wall and covered her body with his own. 

Water pounded his shoulders and her hands skimmed his ribcage. He invaded her mouth with his tongue dueling with hers. She grabbed his ass and squeezed. Leaning in to pin her to the wall, he reached behind himself and gripped her wrists raising them above her head. She broke the kiss to look up and then back at him.

“Keep them there, Tee. You move and I stop,” he whispered against her cheek.

Myka trailed his tongue down the column of her neck and sipped at the bit of water that gathered in the hollow of her collarbone. She moaned but kept her arms were he’d placed them. Slowly he worked his way down her body, laving the tight nipple of one breast, then the other. His hands preceded him and he trailed them south down her body. She squirmed under his mouth. Rivulets of water slid down his face and plastered the hair on his head as he found his way to the apex of her thighs. He lifted a leg and placed it over his shoulder. She went up on her toes on her other foot. He leaned in and inhaled, her scent his aphrodisiac. 

He slid his fingers along the smooth lips of her mound, easing back the wings of her labia to expose the sensitive tissue of her pussy. He traced a digit along the moist folds and circled her clit enticing the small bundle of nerves from beneath its hood. Myka dipped his head and took the small bud between his lips to gently suck it. Moving his fingers along the soft crevices of her honey pot, he inserted first one then two digits in her undulating channel. She flexed her pelvis against his mouth. Her nails scraped his scalp, tugging at his locks, and he released her clit, taking one last swipe with his tongue. He looked up her body, her hair was wild around her head, and her eyes glowed amber and her fangs had lengthened, cutting across her bottom lip. He’d never seen anything more beautiful. He crooked his fingers and flexed his wrist driving his digits into her passage.

A series of whimpers fell through her lips. She did a little hop jump as if trying to escape the pleasure as he continued thrusting into her body with his digits. Her heel pummeled his back before she stopped moving all together. Her nails dug into his shoulder and her cries grew louder until he was sure they could be heard throughout the cul-de-sac. She shuddered and her cream coated his fingers, drops sliding past his palm and down his forearm. He pulled his fingers away and stuck them in his mouth. The taste of coconut cream burst on his taste buds.

Slipping her leg off his shoulder, he rose. Myka spun her around to face the wall. “Touch your toes, baby.” He traced her spine with his palm bending her forward. The hot water turned lukewarm and the sound of it pounding the floor echoed through the small enclosure. The rag she’d been washing with lay in a heap in the corner. His cock jutted before him, tapping the rounded curve of her ass. He aligned his body with hers digging blunt fingertips into her hips. Myka wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft and guided his dick into her slick opening. He threw his head back as he worked his cock into her snug channel, seating himself balls deep. 

Tee bumped back and he held her still, enjoying the fit of her body to his. He pulled back until just the head of his shaft remained at her opening, then he thrust, moving her forward. She lifted her arms, laying her palms flat on the wall. He leaned in and grasped her shoulder driving his dick deep with every lunge. The wet, slapping sound of his thighs hitting hers competed with the sound of rushing water from the shower, which now ran cold. A tightness formed at the small of his back. His nuts drew up.

Her moans intensified into screams. 

They inched closer to the wall. His beast scraped at his inside to be free and his vision changed. Teeth filled his mouth and his canines lengthened. He fought the sizzle that rode his spine and slipped an arm under her torso to lift her up. Myka shoved her forward and she hit the wall with a
thump
. His hips flush with hers, he continued plunging into her passage and zeroed in on the spot where her shoulder met her neck. He opened his jaws wide. Biting down as he made a final drive, he pushed her up on her toes. She beat the tiles with her fist, crying out as her orgasm made her shake. His dick throbbed. He could feel the barbs of his cock burrow into her sheath. His shaft doubled in size, knotting within her snug canal as he emptied his seed into her body. The metallic taste of her blood flowed over his tongue. His legs trembled.

She collapsed against him. Holding her up with one arm, Myka used the other to reach behind him and shut the water off. When he glanced down at her she wore a slight smile on her face with her eyes closed. He gathered her up against him, snatched a towel off the bar, and wrapped it around her. Myka needed a few minutes, possibly more. He leaned against the tile wall and rubbed her shoulders with the terry cloth.

“I moved,” she mumbled.

“Lucky you I was too busy to care.” Connected to her body, he gulped in deep breaths to bring himself back under control and rein in his beast. After a while he felt his member release and he pulled back, sliding his shaft from her.

“Come on, babe, let me put you to bed,” he said against her temple.

“Sorry, I think I’ve just been mated. I’m a little sleepy, do what you gotta do, Myka. Just let me rest.” Her head lolled on his shoulder.

He stared at his bite mark on her shoulder. Pleasure stole through him. She was his. He laid her on the duvet and wiped the remaining moisture from her body before easing her beneath the covers. She rolled over and tugged a pillow for her to hug. He fought the urge to join her. First he needed to call Rhys and his dad, give them an update on his alliance progress. Then he could rest…maybe.