She recalled her father had mentioned that her uncle was testing the captives’ blood to make some kind of cure for her youngest cousin – the one she had never met. And with how compliant Angel seemed around her uncle, she figured he and the others must have agreed to it, perhaps she was wrong.
She was not naive. She knew part of what her uncle did for ‘work’ – everybody did. And no normal businessman would need the kind of security they have in her uncle’s house. Her father was a criminal all right, but her uncle was on another level.
She hadn’t been in his house for long nor had she concerned herself with the happenings in the household but she hadn’t been blind to how cruel her cousins were to the house slaves, nor deaf because sometimes Daniel boasts about it at dinner time.
She hated having to listen to the creep but she had no choice but to play the Ostrich with her head in the sand. Because there are times she suspected he was doing it to shock her and gauge her reaction. Whatever his motive she could not tell.
Daniel was not the only weirdo at dinner though, Mathew, her oldest cousin, never seemed to do anything right and always got her uncle angry about one thing or the other. But what somewhat gave her the Adam family vibe was her uncle constantly apologizing for his youngest son’s absence, and him leaving a table set and the chair to his right empty for the boy. The uncomfortable silence that always fell afterwards was palpable. It was evident his other sons were not comfortable with the habit but dare not speak up.
If not that her father had told her about the perpetually absent cousin, she would have thought he was nothing but a figment of her uncle’s imagination. All the weirdness had made her inquire about her uncle’s wife—the one who bore him all his sons—when her father called, and he had snappily told her that the woman died in childbirth.
She figured whatever that was about must have been traumatic because none of her pictures was featured in any family room in the house. When she tried to ask more questions, her father warned her to ‘behave’ in a fervent way that scared her a bit. But since she had been in her uncle’s house, the other man had paid her no mind except of course to nod at her at dinner and asked if she was ‘comfortable’.
The only time she figured she would have gotten in trouble with him was when her father called from prison and made her go find him to hand the phone over. She had had no choice but to go inside his home office while he was there with his work friends, Angel and three other captives. He hadn’t looked pleased by her intrusion. But his countenance quickly changed when she told him that her father had important information he wished to pass on to him. Nadia had handed over the phone and couldn’t have gotten out of there fast enough.
Her family was strange, she knew it and had accepted it, but the thought of any of them deliberately being cruel to Angel made her feel protective of him, and she got scared of what she might discover, and most importantly what it would gear up in her.
Nana helped her out of bed and she went to take the seat by the round coffee table.
"Looks like your uncle has plans tonight…" Nana Viktoriya said.
Nadia quickly jerked up to direct her eyes where the other woman pointed. Looking through the glass wall, she saw Antonio's fleet of cars heading towards the estate gate.
"Yes," Nadia muttered, wondering if he took Angel with him. And if she could go look for him without being discovered. She sat back down, and Angel's cold eyes replayed in her head. The shine of hatred in them made her heart constricted. She wondered if it was possible to speak with him alone and not get killed. But she knew she had to try at least. The thought of letting him go on thinking the worst of her unsettle her. She took a glance at Nana Viktoriya, and thought to tell her, but quickly shook off the thought. If she was caught by her cousins there was a chance she might live to tell the story, but her Nana would not have such a privilege. And if she was to die by Angel's hands, she would prefer to go alone. But she must right her wrong. She mused with determination.
Nana Viktoriya stayed awhile to chat with her, making sure she ate everything she brought for her. By the time Nadia was done, she felt a bit better and utterly overfed. She said as much, making the other woman chuckle. Nana Viktoriya got up and started to clear the plates.
“Let me–” Nadia said, getting up too, but the older woman stopped her.
“Your uncle may not be home but all these walls … have ears,” she said, gesturing, “We don’t want him questioning my duties here, and calling me useless again,” she said. Anger flared in Nadia and her eyes shone with it.
“Why won't you let me talk to him? He is not the one paying your bills, my father is!”
“Calm down, Miss Nadia. If I let you go and confront him, it would seem like I came running to you, to report him. Whether we like it or not, we need him, at least for now, until your father is released. I will not let you make rash decisions that will put you in harm’s way.,” she said and smiled, “Besides, it is temporary.”
Nadia nodded, albeit reluctantly, hating that the older woman was right. Nana Viktoriya left and shut the door. Nadia left the table area and started to pace about, thinking of how to go about setting up the meeting with Angel.
When she couldn’t think of a way without involving someone else, she let out an exasperated huff and went to pick up a book on a shelf at the corner of her bed, determined to occupy her mind with something else. The book she picked was the second book of a fantasy series about a fallen angel and a witch. The author had the knack of making her forget her reality and she was counting on the skill to help her now.
Going to settle down on the oversized recliner, she opened the book and started to read, forcing herself to dull the memory of her time with Angel. After a while, she got lost in the book and lost track of the time. The next she knew, her eyes darted to the wall clock and she saw it was 1 a.m. She sat up, stretched, and then strode to the adjoining balcony.
Drawing in the crisp, chilly air into her nostrils, she took a deep breath and a slow smile played over her face. A loud curse made her look below and she saw about six men, wearing the familiar uniform of the house guards, carrying a large male clad in nothing but cargo pants and she could see his wrists were handcuffed. With a closer look, she saw it was Angel. She would know that face anywhere!
The men were carrying him on a stretcher but it seemed something startled them into dropping him. When he rose, sitting up, Nadia watched as the guards skittered backwards and she wondered what they had done to him to make him unconscious and why they were scared he was now conscious. When two of the men brought out stun guns to point at him, her heart lunged against the wall of her chest. Without a second thought, she ran back inside her room with eyes darting about. She picked up a robe to wear over her lingerie and reached for the book for cover, and headed out of the room.
She took the elevator instead of the stairs and got to the ground floor in record time. She managed to stride out of the front door, still holding her book and walked purposefully in the direction she had seen the guards. When she got there, Angel was still sitting on the stretcher, He held his head in his hands even with cuffs around his wrists. As if he could sense her coming, he snapped up his face, watching her walk closer. Although it was dark the outdoor light shone dully over his feature, making it easy for her to see his eyes. He seemed disoriented for about a second and then his eyes shone with malice. Nadia felt her entire frame shake. She made herself hold his gaze, letting him see how contrite she was. That seemed to make his eyebrows draw together in a frown. Nadia used that time to jerk cold gazes at the guards and then she hissed. “Really? What sort of incompetence am I witnessing now?” she said in the most bitchy voice she had ever used, folding her arms against her
"I probably deserve everything you choose to do to me right now, but I need you to hear me out," she said in a rush and Angel watched her with a cold leveled gaze. "Hear you out? Did you give me such a chance before you use my body?" he said and watched her lips tremble. "I'm sorry, Angel. I am so sorry. I would never have done that if I wasn't under the influence. I promise you, it was a mistake. Angel… I." "Why?” Angel asked. “Why? I was not myself. I was intoxicated…” Nadia quickly replied, looking puzzled by the question and wondering why he was making her repeat herself. “Why wouldn't you have chosen to sleep with me? Is it because I am half human? A wolf-boy or beast-boy like your uncle guards like to call me?" "That's not what I meant…" "What then did you mean, Miss Nadia Rufus?" he enunciated in a cold, chilly way. His eyes were literally throwing daggers at her. "Your uncle and cousins do it all the time; use anyone they like just because they have guns and killing ga
"You smell good…" Angel said, and the statement made a moisture pool in between her legs. Angel growled deep in his throat as the scent assailed him. He reached for the silky shorts underneath and pulled them down her ankle. He then reached forward to cup her bum, and lift her up, making her widen her legs. Nadia breathed through parted lips then trembled when the tip of his tongue slowly stroked the hem of her vulva. "Angel!" she cried out as an intense pleasure shot through her. "You taste good too…" he rasped in response, then darted his tongue into her. Nadia moaned, gasping for air. The pleasure was profound. The position he had her in should make her quite modified, but what he was doing to her had turned her brains into cotton caddy. He was cupping her butt cheeks, with her legs open wide and his broad shoulders keeping them apart while his face was buried against her core. His rippling muscles bulged in the shadowy light, showing off his strength as he held her up, lapping
Nadia licked and suckled on him; she was whimpering at the sheer pleasure of getting to do this to him when lucid and with his consent. She wanted to pleasure him and have him enjoy the action as much as she was. She noted how unusually big he was. If she had gone on a date with a man of his length and size, she would have run straight out of the door if she saw him with his pants down. He wasn't freakishly big though but was enough to give pause. Knowing she had been able to accommodate him and had ridden and fucked him twice, she knew she could take him. The thought made her even wetter. Angel moaned and ran his finger through her hair. "Nadie," he rasped. She raised her eyes to look up into his. Even though she couldn't see his shadowed face, she could feel the heat of his eyes on her. "You want me inside you?" Angel asked even though he knew that was what she wanted. He could smell, and feel every one of her emotions. "Yes …" she whispered. Angel reached down to place his
Nadia quickly obeyed, panting in anticipation. Angel started to move inside her again, slowly this time while fighting down his beast and the animalistic instinct to sink his teeth into her flesh. It was hard and his beast did surface for a few seconds or so but he was able to keep him tamed as he mated with his woman -- truly mate with her for the first time. The pleasure was profound. "Angel! Please, don't stop," Nadia said in a shaky whisper. It felt so good, she wanted him to never stop. "Believe me, I can’t," Angel replied, sounding equally overwhelmed. Thinking his answer might not make sense to her, he added, “I will not.” His speech was a slow drawl as he spoke with his fangs extended. The experience shadowed the one they shared earlier and tripled all her expectations and even her daydreams. Nadia lost count of how many times he made her come. When Angel neared release, he grunted hard, holding her thighs in almost a painful grip, his claws dug into her flesh. Nadia whim
He lifted her off the ground, making her wrap her legs around his hips. Then he shifted position and sat down with his back to the tree. Nadia straddled him automatically. He didn't stop kissing her. Framing her waist he lifted her off of his thighs, positioned her to accept him and filled her up again. Nadia whimpered. Angel made her take all of him, cupping her ass. Nadia moaned. They both kissed each other fervently. "I want your mouth on me, Angel, " Nadia whimpered. "Tell me where," Angel rasped. "Here …" she breathed, reaching for his index finger and gently stroking it over her nipples. Angel moaned. He tilted her backwards, lowered his face to her chest and closed his lips around her left nipple. Nadia moaned as a shot of pleasure ricocheted inside her. Angel used his open palm to hold and stroked her back and stomach, sucking her persistently and making her cry out his name. He moved from one to the other, stroking the buds with his tongue and pulling them into his m
'I am so fucking screwed!' Angel thought as he forced himself to take one step at a time. And with every step taking him farther away from her, he could feel his beast feeling restless. “Calm down, bud, we can’t claim her in that way yet. By the way, it’s great to feel you again,” he muttered to himself. Angel took a deep breath, feeling the urge to shift and run wild but he knew he dared not. He fought the urge, knowing what would happen if he did. And God forbid if one of the guards saw him, that would mean another agonizing day of getting himself tranquilised and tested on like some lab rat! He growled deep in his throat. Untamed, primal power coursed through his veins, heightening the urge to go on a rampage. He tried taking breathing exercises, forcing himself to remember all the people raped, beaten, and shot just to get him to obey orders. The horrid memory fueled his anger but cooled the rebellious urge. A flurry of snow drifted in the air and his breathing sounded in his
Angel took a glance in the cell block opposite his. Wolfe curled up on the cold concrete floor, leaving his bed untouched. He recalled the other Were was brought in shortly after him. Like the rest of them, he had been hopeful that they would find a means of escape, but after nine years, he gave up and became withdrawn until Antonio Rufus started making them mate with captured female wolves. The guards would bring them from another cell block every Friday night, labeling them ‘gifts’. And there were times he would mix them up with human females. But they stopped bringing in humans when the death rate started piling up. A lot of the male Weres have been locked up for far too long and have fully embraced their animalistic side. Such Weres had totally lost touch with the real world and control was alien to them. After that, they only bring in humans they want to be killed. Wolfe had formed a bond with one of the she-wolves and every time she was brought in she only allowed Wolfe to t