It Begins With a Rogue's Bite (18 page)

Thomas did the same behind her while kissing the nape of her neck. Having their well-endowed cocks deep in her in this position, filling her completely, was unbelievably arousing. Her body jerked up and down with their movements while the warm water poured over her, making goose bumps of pleasure form on her skin. Droplets of sweat from the steam formed on her face and trickled down her cheek, tickling her in the process.

Thomas was the first to come. He grabbed her, pushing his cock harder into her while he ejaculated. Her anal walls quivered, which sent her cunt into overdrive. She climaxed as Shane thrust fast and deeply into her, touching her G-spot. He came along with her as she shook and cried out in his arms.

They held each other while he spread butterfly kisses over her sweaty face. Staring into her eyes, he said, “We were made for each other.”

She understood he meant all three of them, and she turned her head to give Thomas a kiss on the lips.

Just then, they heard a knock at the door.

“I’ll go see who it is. Shane, you help her get dressed.” Thomas took a towel and stepped out of the shower stall. He dried himself quickly and put on his underwear and pants.

Cheryl wondered who it was. Maybe it was Dr. Jonas coming with the results of the blood work. Could there be something wrong?

Within a few minutes, Shane and she had gotten dried and dressed. He helped her into the other room. The tall, thin man who stood talking to Thomas wasn’t anyone Cheryl recognized at The Haven.

“Jeremiah, why are you here?” Shane asked as he helped Cheryl into the bed.

The man nodded a hello. “The Voyeur Council wants you to go back now.”

“Like I told you, Jeremiah, I’ll come and Shane will stay here.” Thomas glanced at Shane.

“No, the Council summoned you both. You both have to go back now.”

Shane and Thomas stared at each other with an intense look. She knew the apprehension on their faces was because of her. They didn’t want to leave her alone.

Placing her fingers on Shane’s hand resting on her shoulder, she said, “Go. I’ll be all right. If there’s anything, I’ll call a nurse.”

“You’re sure?” His worried eyes spoke volumes of his protective, caring feelings for her, and she was touched.

“Will it take long?” Thomas asked.

Jeremiah shook his head. “I don’t know.”

Thomas looked at her with the same concerned expression. “We could be gone for quite some time.”

She smiled, feeling content and warm in her heart. “It’s fine. I want to sleep anyway. I’m really tired.”

They asked in unison, “You’re sure?”

She laughed. “Yes.”

Shane said to Jeremiah, “Okay, we’re coming.” He turned to her and kissed her on the lips while caressing her hair. “We’ll come back as fast as we can.”

She nodded, leaning back on the pillow. “I know.”

Thomas walked over and kissed her forehead, whispering, “Hope you have sweet dreams of us.” He winked, smiling. She couldn’t help laughing at his cockiness.

Once they left, she stared at the ceiling. Yes, she was tired, and she did want to sleep, but something had started to build in her the moment she laid eyes on the twins a few days ago. It got stronger with every day that passed. Now she needed to work it through in her mind.

That bond they spoke about having with her through the vision, could it be true? For some unexplainable reason, she felt drawn to them. As much as she tried to bury her growing emotions, she couldn’t.

A feeling had started to grow deep in her heart for the werewolf twins. She recognized it, all right, and it scared the hell out of her.

The last time she’d felt like this, her whole world turned upside down and she almost lost herself. Even though Shane and Thomas were nothing like Gary, it didn’t mean she should open herself completely to them. She didn’t think she could go through that again. She wasn’t strong enough.

Yet, deep in her heart, she knew she wasn’t strong enough to fight the pull, either. Sighing, she sat up to drink a glass of water resting on the table beside her bed.

Hopefully, by the time they got back, she would have come to a resolution.

Chapter Twenty-One

Revenge was bittersweet, he thought while staring at the side door near him as he smoked a cigarette. Soon all would come into place, and he’d fix what he screwed up. Or rather, what two meddling werewolves screwed up. Where the hell did they come from anyway?

Damn, he had been so close.

He had been following her on the road for an hour when she blew a tire and drove into the ditch. He couldn’t have asked for better circumstances or timing. He contemplated driving her off the road himself just a minute before it happened. Then fate just did it for him. Nice.

Of course, he let time pass, let her fear and hopelessness simmer until he drove back to her. He laughed, remembering her walking toward him, happy that she had been saved. Boy, was she wrong.

Even in the dark, with his keen sense of sight, he could see her eyes pop out when he transformed. Yeah, nothing got his werewolf blood pumping faster than utter terror in his victims, and he didn’t want that high to dissipate too quickly. That’s why he took his time chasing her in the woods.

He could have been on her in seconds, but hearing her heart race crazily and her panting had him too excited. The thrill of the chase was emphasized by the fear in his victims. It was like foreplay, and the kill, the climax. Yeah, that pretty much summed it up.

When he heard a werewolf’s call behind him warning him they were after him, he knew he had no time to lose. Foreplay was over, and time for the climax had come. Unfortunately, he miscalculated the werewolves’ speeds and they pounced on him before he had a chance to kill her.

They wounded him several times in their fight, but luckily he was able to break loose of their grip and run away. They didn’t even chase after him. With his acute sense of hearing, he heard them pick her up and say they’d take her to The Haven.

It took a few days for his wounds to heal and his strength to come back, but now he was in tip-top shape. It was time he finished off the job once and for all.

As soon as the door opened and someone stepped outside, he put his foot to block the door from closing and locking again. Waiting for the stranger to walk away and not turn back, he flicked his half-finished cigarette to the ground and opened the door, sneaking in.

A long corridor lay in front of him. He walked casually down it, hoping no one would come his way. Only medical personnel were allowed in The Haven. He needed a disguise quickly.

Luck must be ruling in his favor today as he came across a door with the sign “Laundry Room” on it. Turning the doorknob, though, he realized it was locked.

He cursed as he looked around to make sure the coast was still clear. Then he slipped a small, thin screwdriver out of his pants pocket. Kneeling on one knee, he slid it into the keyhole. While he probed the lock, he jimmied the knob until he heard it click.

He opened it and snuck in. The large, lit room lay empty except for several bags of laundry in the corner next to the giant washing machines against the wall. He peeked in one, finding dirty bed sheets. The second and third bags he checked out had linens in them, too, but the last bag was where he hit the jackpot. In there, he found a lab coat, the perfect fit for his slim, tall size. Eureka!

Putting it on, he slipped back out and headed down the corridor. Once he came to the end of it, it turned into a large, square corridor. A nurses’ desk lay on the right side. No one was on duty. Perfect.

He strode over and sat behind the counter. The computer was on. No code to bypass. An icon titled “Patients” displayed on the top right-hand corner of the screen. Hell, things were falling into place, and he didn’t even need to lift a finger.

Clicking on the icon, a form appeared with a long list of names. He scrolled down the list. Since her last name was Brete, he didn’t have to search long until he found her. There she was on the eighth floor column. He was about to click the button to get the info on the room number when he suddenly heard a noise.

Someone was coming. Jumping to his feet, he made his way quickly away from the desk before the approaching person could see him.

Once he turned the corner, out of sight, he cracked his knuckles and neck. He made sure the fake moustache and beard were in place and headed for the elevator. When he got to the eighth floor, he’d begin his search. Even though he hadn’t had enough time to see the room number, there shouldn’t be too many rooms to check out.

He lightly tapped his shirt pocket to make sure he hadn’t lost the syringe of
ethanol methaol pentanol butanol ect, which was
pure alcohol. He’d purchased it at the pharmacy earlier that day and planned on injecting it directly into her bloodstream. It’d cause death in less than a couple of minutes

When the time came, he’d use it, and he’d finally finish the job he started in the woods the other night.

Chapter Twenty-Two

The long, silent hallway befriended them once again as the sound of their footsteps rebounded off the walls. It was déjà vu for Thomas. This time, instead of them asking to see the Council, they had been summoned.

“What do you think the Council wants?” Shane asked Thomas while they walked in a hurried gait.

Thomas shrugged. “Don’t know. Maybe to reprimand us for our behavior at The Haven.”

“It’s possible. But why did they want to see us right away? Couldn’t they wait until Cheryl had been let out and we were back here to reprimand us?” Shane shook his head. “No, something tells me it has to do with the Rogue attacks.”

As they got to the massive doors, Thomas lifted his hand to knock but the door opened. The Council’s secretary peeked out.

“There you are. They’ve been waiting for you.” Her serious expression worried Thomas.

Silently, they followed her in. Timidness overwhelmed Thomas as he looked at the Council members sitting at the long table before them. They all harbored the same seriousness as the secretary did. Not good.

Bowing, Shane addressed Thorak, “We came as quickly as we could, sire.”

Thorak pointed to two empty seats on the side. “We know. Please sit.”

Shane glanced at Thomas while they found their places. The look in his eyes told him that this would take long.

“We’ve summoned you here because we are in need of your assistance.” Thorak stared at them while leaning on his forearms.

“Of course, sire, what is it you wish of us?” Shane asked.

“The number of human killings by Rogue werewolves has doubled in the past couple of days. They seem to be all merging together in our area for a specific reason,” Sinor stated.

Thomas looked at Shane before answering, “What has this got to do with us?”

“You are the only Voyeurs who have had a vision of one of the Rogue werewolves. For some reason we haven’t had any visions of these new emerging Rogues, nor of the killings. It’s as if they have figured a way to block our clairvoyance powers. Because you have been in contact with the Rogue’s victim for quite some time, we think that if we all channel our powers through you, then perhaps we can figure out whom the Rogue is and where the rest of them are stationed.”

“You can do that?” Thomas said, intrigued.

Thorak nodded. “Yes, we can channel our powers together, but the disadvantage is that after the intense session, we temporarily lose our visionary powers. We will only get them back after several days. But given the circumstances, we have no choice but to try it.”