I can see the barest shivers of surprise and horror in its energy, and the colours somehow remind me of Christian. It’s familiar enough to make me come again, shoving me towards my orgasm without a moment’s pause.
But when I open my eyes again, the cat is gone.
And I could almost be convinced I imagined it.
Chapter 16
‘Christian’
So maybe I shouldn’t have followed Reuben to the church.
I’ve been stuck in the house for weeks and he was being secretive, so I figured… I could bend the ‘no shifting inside the house’ rule just once. I was careful to make sure no one was around and it’s not like he’d know it was me.
Alas, I’ve learned my lesson.
By the time I return to the outer walls of the Taiga estate my paws are aching and I’m still in shock. I end up wandering in a daze through the path between the trees, past the inner wall and up the now familiar oak tree to return to my room.
I shift back into Christian, substituting the fur and claws for bones and human flesh. I don’t feel pain when I shift, and by now it takes little thought for me to jump between forms. Still, I’m dazed as I fall back onto my bed to stare up at the ceiling, completely in the nude. The vision of Reuben’s dick buried deeply in another man’s ass is painted on the backs of my eyelids.
He looked rabid. Desperate.
I suppose that’s how men fuck.
Suddenly, I’m not sure if I should’ve shot Olsen in the face for saying what he did.
The room feels hot. For the first time… my dick is hard. I’d been so focused on being Christian—on training and staying alive and cementing my spot on the team—that I completely forgot about…thatside of people.
The night passes me by and I can’t fucking sleep. I keep seeing Reuben’s eyes. Keep seeing his cock sliding in and out of someone else’s hole. Even the guy he was fucking couldn’t control himself… Does it feel that good? Wait, but wasn’t that place a church?
Is it okay to do that kind of thing in churches?
Questions are piling into my head once again, and by the time morningcomes I’ve tossed and turned myself into a sleeping failure.
Not to mention, I’ve been hard the entire time. It’s a…needI’d never felt before now.
I groan as the early morning light filters out the window. I shouldn’t have gone out after him. I don’t have time for that kind of thing.
Just focus on the objective.
I have to perform well in the next mission.
Even though I’d saved Reuben’s life, falling overboard the Millenium Star didn’t create a positive legacy for Christian like I thought it would. But I’m certain that’s because of Reuben’s mother. I’m not sure if winning the match was enough for her to accept me, but at least since then, I haven’t run into any trouble.
I’m mumbling some recently learned curses under my breath when I give up on sleep and drag myself out of bed.
The kitchen is empty when I attempt to revive myself with the black mass they call coffee. I tend to stay away from the stove, but I’m able to fry two eggs at least, toast some bread and find a quiet spot at the counter. A bright-coloured news headline is flashing across the TV, over a female reporter, and I grab the remote close by to raise the volume out of curiosity.
“—A horrifying discovery was made early this morning at Coloden Park, where the mutilated body of a young woman was found. Authorities have identified the victim as Lucy James, a student at Fortsmith University.
The grim scene was uncovered by a family walking their dog. Police believe this gruesome crime bears the hallmarks of the notorious serial killer known as The Harvester, who has terrorized the state for the past five years. If confirmed, this would mark the killer's sixteenth victim—”
Xavier rushes into the kitchen with a slam against the kitchen door that snaps my attention away. His eyes are trained on the TV and there’s a dark expression on his face as the reporter continues.
“Almost all long-term residents of Seattle are aware of this killer’s methods, who typically claims three lives within three months, targeting young women with strikingly similar features. Residents are urged to remain vigilant as the investigation continues.”
“Where’s Reuben?” Xavier’s eyes don’t leave the television and the air feels a little too tense for me to casually say, ‘he went out to fuck some blonde guy in a church.’
“Not sure,” I reply impassively. I hate that the image of him hovers before my eyes again. He’s become an even worse ghost than Christian painted onto my fucking eyelids.
