The Assassin's Mate

Selene

I kept my eyes on the ground as we were led into the large hall. There were a half dozen of us chained together at our ankles, all dressed in under bust corsets that pushed our exposed breasts high and thin material fashioned around our waist as a skirt that exposed just a hint of our most sensitive parts. We were the product, the wolves that filled the room the consumer. I risked a quick glance around and saw a raised platform where my target sat.

            He had a dangerous aura about him and looks that would turn any woman to putty. I felt a slickness between my thighs as we were led closer to the table. My body responded to the power and appeal of a literal ‘bad boy’. I knew I wanted to fuck him before I killed him, I held no moral qualms about sex with evil men. In fact, they seemed to be the most adventurous and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

            I silently thanked the Goddess that my connect had come through for me. It had been near impossible to get close to the man. He had been trafficking she-wolves for five years, but his organization was locked up so tightly he had only come to the attention of the king six months ago. I had eagerly accepted the mission, the thrill of another villainous sexual conquest mingled with the pleasure of eradicating the scum appealed to me. I had found my only way in was to pose as one of the women he planned to auction and pounced.

            I let my mind race with images of the dirty things he could do to me before I took his life as our escort brought us to a halt. We were standing side by side in front of the raised platform, all of us looking at the floor. The scent of fear wafting off the other women was overpowering, and I hoped it would be enough to hide that I wasn’t afraid. I felt the air shift as he climbed down from the platform and moved to look us over one by one.

            “This one.” He said, his gravelly voice sending another wave of excitement to my core.

            I felt the chains around my ankles fall away before our escort grabbed my arm and roughly shoved me forward. The rumor he had a penchant for testing the merchandise appeared to be true as he ordered me to follow him. He slid his hand over my exposed rear before forcing me to my knees. Heat pooled in my core as I heard him undo the zipper of his pants. I knew I shouldn’t be aroused, but I desired dominant and powerful men, their morality made no difference to me.

            “Open your mouth.” He commanded, pulling my chin up roughly so that his tip pressed against my lips.

            I opened my mouth wide and moaned as he thrust himself into my waiting mouth. I began to suck and lick at him greedily, my hands making their way to his hips as he fucked my mouth. His hand twisted in my hair, forcing me to swallow him deeper and deeper, until tears were streaming from my eyes from the lack of air. As suddenly as it had begun, he pulled away and jerked me to my feet, spinning me to face the crowded hall.

            “Mmm. Such a good little whore.” He murmured as he slid his finger into my dripping sex. “So wet for me.”

            I purred as I felt him slip two fingers inside of me, fighting the urge to buck against his hand. I could smell his own arousal at the wetness that lapped at his fingers as he thrust them deeper into me. A growl erupted from my chest as he took his hand away. I could feel the haze pressing in on my senses and knew that at any moment the entire room would erupt in a frenzy of sex crazed wolves.

            “Begin the auction.” He ordered the man that had escorted us into the hall. “I will be keeping this one for a while.”

            I heard the scared whimpers of the women as the bidding began the man rushing to sell them before the haze took over. Growls and snarls sounded throughout the hall, the men feeling the effects as the haze pressed into the edges of their senses. The man I had come to kill rubbed his swollen tip across my slick folds, pressing my chest into the table with his hand. I knew he was waiting for the haze to peak, for the moment when all wolves were lost to our most animalistic desire to copulate.

            My vision began to darken around the edges and need wracked through my body. With a guttural growl, he thrust his thick cock into me. I was lost to the haze, my body acting of its own accord as it writhed against him. He slammed into me over and over as I raced to my release. I barely recognized the choked moans that left my lips. The hall was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping flesh and wolves fighting over the women who had yet to be auctioned. The man’s movements became more frantic as we both hurtled toward the edge. He let out a feral roar as my walls clenched around him, my own orgasm urging his forth.

            Rather than collapse into his seat as I had expected, he pulled me upright and dragged me off the raised platform down the hall.  I kept my eyes on the ground, afraid they would give away my pleasure at him removing us from witnesses so much sooner than I planned. He shoved me into a room, closing the door behind him. A quick glance around the place revealed we were in a bedroom. Grabbing my hair, he dragged me toward the bed and shoved me face down onto it. I waited as I heard the sounds of his clothes being removed. As soon as I felt the bed shift under his weight, I turned to face him, my claws extended. The clothing that I had been placed in left no room to hide a weapon, leaving me with only the tools nature had granted me.

            His eyes grew wide as I swiped them across his throat, moving faster than the average wolf. I twisted our bodies so that I straddled his chest as his hands fought to keep me from slicing his throat any deeper. I snarled as he swiped his own claws at my waist, catching my hip, before I dove forward and ripped through his hands to tear out his throat with my extended canines. Certain that I had accomplished the task of eliminating my mark, I stripped the corset and torn fabric from my body. I made my way to the window and leapt from it, shifting in midair. I raced into the darkness the moment my paws touched the ground. I would be long gone before they discovered the death of their master.