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Feed the Hunger - 6/? (*slash*)
For disclaimer and such, see prologue.
Thanks for the support you have given me on this story. You know who you are! *hugs* Sorry that I'm so late in
posting this part, but I've been on a mini vacation.
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~RHYNO'S POV~
I hear Shannon's screams of terror as I enter the dwelling, along with the faint snarls of my pups. It looks like I've
arrived just in time for young Shannon. My pups must be hungrier than I thought.
"NO!" I growl as I sprint down the stairs just as Matthew and Jeff prepare to lunge onto the frightened and
vulnerable Shannon. I see their fangs are partially revealed as well as the slight fur that has formed on their face and
bodies. Matthew's fur is dark, but Jeff's is blond.
They growl as they turn and face me, pausing to sniff the air, smelling me.
I smile as they recognize my scent. They issue a soft whimper as they lower their heads and scurry to me,
wrapping their arms around my legs. They have just acknowledged me as their alpha male.
I gently pat and caress the top of their heads.
"Another one," Shannon squeaks as he backs away trembling.
I ignore him as I watch my pups nuzzle their faces against my legs affectionately. "So beautiful," I murmur.
"Hungry," Jeff growls softly as he gazes up at me.
I feel the weight of Lita across my shoulder and smile. She lost consciousness on the way here. "Feast," I growl as
I roughly toss her down onto the floor between them.
She gasps as her body impacts with the floor. "What....?" She whispers in confusion as her eyes try to focus.
The snarling of my pups gets her attention quickly. She tries to scoot away from them, but they are far to quick for
her feeble attempts of escape. Jeff's razor sharp canine fangs sink into her soft, exposed neck and with a snarl, he
rips away a large chunk of flesh. Matthew rips away her blouse revealing two soft, round and plump breasts. He
snarls as he leans down and sinks his teeth into one of the soft tender morsels.
"NO!" Lita screams in agony as she is systemically ripped apart by the hungry pups.
I glance at Shannon and the poor lad is pale as he stands with his back to the wall, his eyes glued to the gory scene
before him. I watch as his whole body trembles in fright. He knows that a few minutes more and Lita's fate
would've been his.
I chuckle as I approach him. I have much bigger plans for pretty little Shannon. He will make an exquisite pup.
He screams incoherently as I pull him to me. I quickly silence him as I crush my lips to his. "Shhhh, little one," I
whisper as I pull back and brush away loose strands of hair from his face. "Soon you will join your wolf brothers in
the feeding frenzy."
He looks at me shocked and appalled, and starts shaking his head. "No....never," he whimpers weakly.
I chuckle as I sweep him into my arms and carry him upstairs away from the sight of the brothers munching on
Lita. By morning, all that will be left of her is a pile of clean picked bones.
~TRISH'S POV~
I smile as I hear the faint knock on Chris' door. I glance over and he is still deep in the death sleep. I had just
removed his boxers. When he awakens and feeds, I want to be able to couple with him quickly.
"Chris? Are you alright? I thought I heard you scream," a feminine voice whispers as she knocks again.
A wicked smile slides across my face as I slowly walk towards the door. Looks like dinner has just arrived.
The woman jumps as I open the door. "It's you," she says with a hint of disgust.
"You were expecting someone else?" I ask amused.
"I thought that I heard Chris scream," she snarls back.
"He always screams for me," I whisper as I try to act bored, twirling a strand of my hair through my fingers.
Her eyes wonder to the bed where Chris is laying sprawled out across the covers. His naked body glistens in the
moonlight. I can smell her arousal at the sight. "I'm his neighbor, Stacy. I was just worried about him," she
whispers, barely able to hide the lust in her voice.
"Want to join us?" I whisper in an open invitation.
"You're willing to share him?" She asks shocked.
"Of course," I whisper, hiding my fangs.
She grins at me as she enters the room. Her long, silky legs barely covered by the short t-shirt that she wore.
I glance around the hall to make sure that no one has seen her enter. I'm relieved to find the hall completely empty.
I shut and lock the door behind me. I suppress the possessive growl that threatens to escape my throat as I watch
her crawl onto the bed with him.
Slut.
I slowly sneak up behind her as her fingers start to caress his torso. Does she really think that I'll share my lover?
She gasps as I flip her over. She starts to scream, but my hand clamps over her mouth as my fangs sink into her
long, slender neck. I only drink enough to subdue her for my mate.
~MARCUS' POV~
I toss Regal down onto the floor at the foot of my bed, enjoying his whimper of pain as his body connects with the
hard floor.
My eyes linger on my two sleeping beauties that have curled together in their death sleep. After two hundred
years, we will be together again.
I sense Regal's heart rate increase as he prepares to make a run for it. He squeaks like a mouse as my hand wraps
around his throat, hauling him up to his feet.
His eyes widen in fear as he looks into mine.
I smile as I rip his clothes off and place metal cuffs on his wrists and ankles.
I can feel his glare on me the entire time. He is trying to keep up a false face of defiance, but I can smell his fear.
I attach the wrist cuffs to shackles that hang from the ceiling, forcing him to stand with his arms pulled
uncomfortably above his head. Then I proceed to attach his ankle cuffs to shackles on the floor, forcing him to
stand spread-eagled.
I grin as I look up into his face and see the embarrassment, the humiliation, and most of all, the fear.
"My angels will awaken at dusk, and you will be their first meal. You should feel honored, Slayer," I state with a
slight chuckle as I stand.
"You ingrate demon. My associates will find me and destroy you and your brood," he snarls in warning.
I walk over to the single window in the room, glancing at the moon once before shutting the thick metal shutters
and locking them.
I turn to him, allowing him to see my fangs. "At dusk tonight, even God won't be able to help you slayer. The day
of reckoning is at hand," I growl as I crawl onto the bed with my beloved angels, wrapping a protective arm
around them.
~TBC~
