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Secret Desires - Part 9 (*slash*)
For disclaimer and such, see part one.
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~TERRY'S POV~
I practically growl as Hunter pushes the garage door open. Adam's head snaps up but quickly lowers as he meets
my glare. The scent of sex clings to his body and it intoxicates me. I feel hungry for him again. The mere idea of
another male being in the same room irritates me.
Adam quickly lowers his eyes as he gingerly moves around the car away from the sheriff. Smart move. He'd tried
to escape earlier out of the back door, but I sensed his intentions and caught him. I rutted with him so hard that I
don't think he'll try anything like that again. There is no escape from me.
I know that what I'm doing is wrong, but I want Adam to be mine so bad. I ache for his touch, the feel of his body
underneath me. I'll kill to keep it. That's why I've given in to the beast inside of me.
~HUNTER'S POV~
I sense something has changed about Terry. He's more forward, more......dominant. Adam is cowered. Is he
afraid of Terry? What is that smell in here? Damn, it smells like......sex.
"Can I help you sheriff?" Terry asks gruffly.
"Came to work kinda late today didn't you? I mean it is almost two o'clock in the afternoon," I question.
"Last time I checked, it wasn't against the law to open your shop late," Terry quickly retorted.
"No, it isn't," I quickly replied, "just odd for you."
"I had some business to take care of," Terry growls, glancing at Adam, who hasn't looked up at me once.
"Adam have you noticed anything strange?" I ask.
Adam looks up at me and then to Terry. "No," he whispers, biting his bottom lip as he moves on to the next car.
"Did you fall or something, you're walking kinda funny?" I ask.
Adam turns and looks at me, but Terry approaches and he starts working on the car again. "I fell," he replies, but
his voice sounded as if he wanted to cry. He was afraid. But of who? Terry?
"How'd you fall?" I ask.
"What is this sheriff, twenty questions? He fell. Why the fuck do you want to know?" Terry growls.
I look into his eyes, but it isn't Terry that I'm looking at, at least not the real Terry.
"Just curious. People are acting weird."
"Weird?" Adam asks.
Terry glares at him and he lowers his eyes.
"Matt freaked out yesterday, and I had to take him home. He didn't come into work this morning. Chris Jericho
hasn't shown up for work yet. Molly said all the milk and butter soured last night in the refrigerator. Mr. Regal said
the hens refuse to lay eggs and the cows are dry. Hell, I can't even find our belligerant postman, Steve Austin."
"And your point would be?" Terry growled as he moved between me and Adam.
"Something's wrong and I intend on finding out what's going on around here," I growl back as I leave, glancing
back at Adam who glances at me as if he wants to tell me something.
Terry moves to stand beside of him and he looks away.
~ADAM'S POV~
Fuck! 'Don't go!' My mind screams.
I glance up and Terry is standing beside of me.
The need to scream for help is overwhelming, but I can't. I'm too scared.
Terry's hand caresses my ass and I shiver.
The only way that I'm going to get out of this alive is to play along. The thing standing beside of me isn't Terry. It
may have his looks, his voice, but it's alien. Supernatural. I see pure evil when I look into it's eyes.
"Good pet," it growls as it watches me work.
Pet? Is that how it thinks of me?
~BENOIT'S POV~
I glance outside of my window as I hear a noise nearby. I see the neighbors cat run across the lawn and smile.
I head into the living room and flop into my favorite recliner. Memories of Jericho in bed with the postman flash
into my memory.
What could he possibly see in that loud and foul mouth asshole?
~STEVE'S POV~
I smile as I aim my gun at the back of Benoit's head as he's reclining in his chair. Dumb idiot will never know what
hit him.
How dare him barge in on Chris and me.
Chris is mine.
What?
He's mine.
All mine.
My finger toys with the trigger. I imagine how his brains will look splattered over the recliner and the walls.
~CHRIS JERICHO'S POV~
I gasp as I awaken to find the new shopkeeper in my room.
"What? How did you get in?" I ask shocked.
He chuckles as he stares down and me. He licks his lips as his eyes roam my body.
I glance down and realize with horror that I'm laying naked on top of the covers. I quickly scramble to cover up,
but his hands grip my wrists, pulling me up to him.
"No wonder Steve is so mesmerized by you," he whispers, his voice thick with lust.
"Let me go," I protest, trying to push him away.
"Tell me, Chris. How was your first time? Did he make you scream his name? How many times did you come?"
"Who are you?" I scream as tears roll down my cheeks.
"I'm the last person you ever want to meet, my beautiful deflowered virgin."
He knew I was a virgin?
"You made Steve...."
He chuckles as he silences me with a finger against my lips. "I don't think that anyone could make Steve do
something that he didn't want to."
"You put the idea in his head," I accuse.
He grins. "Very good little one. Can you tell what I'm thinking now?"
I shiver as I look into his eyes. As if in a daze, I feel his hands on me....everywhere. I feel myself being pressed
against the mattress and my legs spread.
"He is one of my servants now, but I still get to sample the offering," he growls as he thrusts into me.
"You're the devil!" I scream.
He chuckles. "That is only one of my many names, but I really prefer Marcus."
I scream as the darkness of unconsciousness claims me as the devil claims my body. Heaven help me.
~HUNTER'S POV~
It's lucky that I passed by Beniot's place when I did. Steve had a gun pointed at the back of his head.
"Why would you want to kill Chris Benoit?" I ask Steve, confused by the fact that I've never seen these two
together.
Benoit looks as confused as I do.
"He wants him," Steve growls.
"He wants who?" I ask.
"Benoit wants to fuck him....take him away from me."
Benoit's eyes widen.
"WHO?" I growl.
"Chris Jericho," Benoit whispers, "I met him a couple of days ago and I went to his place earlier today just to talk.
The door was open and I went inside. I saw them in bed together."
"You can't have him! He's mine," Steve growls.
"I think we need to talk to Chris," I growl as I motion both men to walk towards Jericho's place.
As we approach Jericho's place, I get a bad feeling. A very bad feeling. The door is wide open. Even Austin
frowns. "What's the door doing open?" He asks confused.
I enter first. The silence of the room is deafening. My heart beats faster as I notice that there is blood on the walls,
on the floor, hell, it's everywhere. My God, what happened here?
My hands tremble slightly as I grip the door knob that leads to the bedroom.
I open the door and gasp in horror at the sight before me.
~TBC~
