Dalton moved his hands up my thighs, making them disappear underneath my dress and continued to move them to my hips before making his way back down again, closely watching my every movement with hunger in his eyes. I couldn’t read if it was hunger to inflict more of his sadistic torture, or hunger to sexually violate me in every way possible.
He breathed in heavily, flicking his eyes all over my face, unsure of where he wanted to concentrate on first. My body quivered from his gentle touch, yet my stomach churned like I was going to be sick.
“If I didn’t have to kill you, I would make you mine,” he whispered, giving my legs a final squeeze, but keeping his index finger pushed into the inside of my thigh where my slowing pulse pounded underneath it. “I bet she tastes really good right about here.” He looked at Xander, ordering him to come to where his finger stayed firmly placed.
Xander hesitated, seeing the fear in my eyes then sheepishly looked to his new master.
“Xander, please…!” My voice cracked from the sand in my throat.
Xander moved his face obediently to where Dalton's finger was then shakily opened his mouth, piercing my skin with his sharp teeth.
“You coward, Xander! You turned your back on me and your entire life without even giving it a chance to be fixed!” I cried out, trying to kick his head away, but his mouth remained latched to my leg's surface like a carnivorous leech.
His mouth tightened with every drop of blood that touched his lips while he ravenously drank to nourish the newly found beast inside, using his strong hands to pull my leg further into his disgusting mouth. As though an invisible shock collar turned on, he abruptly ripped his mouth away, taking some skin from my thigh with him before backing himself against the wall.
Blood spread across his chin and dripped onto his bare chest in thick drops. His skin bubbled while his bones popped and shifted underneath his stretching skin, beginning another descent into full werewolf.
The torn wounds he left behind sent more blood raining into the chalice. My heartbeat thumped deep inside my head while I lay shivering violently from my body that had turned to ice. Dalton clutched the dagger in his hands raising it to his chest preparing to end my suffering by burying it inside me.
At this point I was welcoming it. I couldn’t go through this anymore.
“Just do it already, Dalton.” Tears trickled down, dampening the hair around my face. “Please. . .”
“I do love the way my name sounds coming from your mouth. Your begging is quite arousing to me.”
“You’re disgusting; I hope you rot in hell!”
“Oh, someday I will. But for now I choose to live like a god, and so I shall, thanks to you.”
“Get away from her, Dalton Edwards -you son of a bitch!” Sully’s deep voice was like music to my ears.
Dalton’s eyes snapped to the doorway where Sully rushed in. The scarlet ring around his corneas spread throughout his eyes, swallowing all traces of the glowing yellow.
“Ah, Sully Ashford to the rescue I see. Are you the hero nowadays? Has Davin finally handed over the reins? But wait, isn’t she Davin’s human?”
A large body blurred past me, and within seconds Dalton was pushed against the wall with Sully’s muscular arm pressed tightly into his throat. Sully’s fangs had dropped down. The dagger fell to the ground with a heavy clank. With one powerful swing, Dalton tossed Sully into the nearby wall like a rag-doll, sending pieces of cement crumbling to the ground.
Grabbing onto the end of the table, he quickly pulled himself up, charging straight for Dalton again which he gracefully dodged with another swing of his arm into Sully’s chest, sending him sailing to the floor once more.
“You have underestimated my power, boy. My master has been good to me throughout the centuries. You cannot defeat me. I will kill you along with your brother's cursed mortal who is already on her way out of this world.”
Sully looked at my bleeding, weakening body. My breaths had gotten difficult to take in. Rage possessed his entire body as he rushed at Dalton again with more force this time, crashing their solid bodies into the prepared altar and knocking everything over before both tumbling to the ground along with it.
Dalton curled his lip back, snapping at Sully with his razor teeth and missing a few times before connecting with his arm that he thrust up quickly in defense. Dalton spit the blood out in disgust, splattering the wall with a spray of red liquid.
Sully jumped to his feet first, giving Dalton a massive kick underneath his chin before he could attack again, forcing him to fall backwards onto the concrete with a nasty crack of his skull. Dalton lay there, stunned. Sully looked at me briefly, but it was Dalton’s sudden movement that caught my eye.
Within that split second of Sully’s worried glance, Dalton had already crawled to where the knife had been dropped during their scuffle and was holding it in his bloody hands.
“Sull…!” I cried out just as he quickly slung the knife, piercing Sully’s side like butter.
He dropped to one knee, clutching his side in pain. Dark fluid leaked through his tightly closed fingers, spilling onto the ground.
I rattled my shackles, which did nothing but remind me I was still trapped on this damned table.
Dalton knelt down in front of Sully, who was having a hard time moving. His eyes slit into a sinister glare. “Does it hurt, Sully?” Sully sputtered a cough. “That is the silver coating seeping into your bloodstream right about now. That’s the one substance that is lethal to the both of
