Johnny dipped into a spare bedroom and pulled a blanket from the back of a reclining chair. He wrapped it around her three times, making her into a cosy, heart covered burrito. Patting her shoulders, he lead her towards the stairs
“What the fuck?” Taylor whispered.
“Just go with it,” Johnny replied, squeezing his shoulder from behind. “Just get her in the car and we’ll take her to the hospital.”
“Right.”
They somehow navigated the stairs and hallway, with Jill swaying unsteadily between them. Johnny opened the door as Taylor led her outside.
People were staring and an old man with a Zimmer laughed as they guided her to the car. Hot anger flared in Taylor’s gut. “This could be you, Keith!”
He didn’t know if the man’s name was Keith, but he’d met so many Keiths over the last couple of weeks that it was a fair guess. The man that could have been Keith ducked his head and carried on walking.
Johnny helped Jill into the back of the car, gently holding her arms as she tried to break out of her snuggly restraints. She tried to flash them her tits again, but Taylor gently assured her that they were quite alright.
“Thanks, Jill,” he said, sinking into the front passenger seat. “But why don’t we save that until the threat has cleared, hm?”
She winked and gave him a devilish smile.
“I’ll lock up,” Johnny said, closing Jill’s door. “Don’t let her shit on the seat. Sarge will kill us if we write off another car.”
Taylor slouched, watching through the window as Johnny wandered back up the path. He heard Jill shuffle under the blanket, and he ignored the way her withered fingers reached around the headrest and pawed at his cropped beard.
Okay, he wasn’t ignoring it. He actually kind of liked it because her fingertips were all rough and cold and it felt pretty good across his aching jaw.
Sighing, he reached into his front pocket. “Sweets?” he said, holding out a fun sized pack of jelly babies to Jill.
“Oh, yes please!” she said, snatching the packet out of his hands like a greedy little gremlin.
He listened to her chew, focusing on the sound of her false teeth andnotthe ball of anxious energy rippling in his intestines.
Well, hadn’t life just thrown him through a fucking loop? After the threesome, Taylor had fully expected Johnny to kick him out of the pack, or at least out of the house, but no. He’d climbed all over him, said he wanted to knot him, andshitif that hadn’t made his dick swell and his stomach do loop-de-loops.
It shouldn’t have. But it had.
He was about to close his eyes and wait for Johnny to return when there came a high-pitched whistle from the front of Jill’s house. When Taylor looked across the lawn he saw Johnny waving him over. Frowning, Taylor got out of the car, locked the rear doors and padded back up the garden path.
“You need to see this,” Johnny said, leading him back inside.
“If it’s a sex dungeon, I don’t think I wanna know, JP.”
Johnny shook his head. “It’s worse.”
They made their way back through the house, the horrific china cats somehow looking worse now that the lights were on.
“In here,” Johnny said, leading Taylor through a white PVC door into a little wooden lean-to at the side of the house.
Taylor sniffed, recoiling at the pungent scent of vinegar mixed with ammonia and… talcum powder. “Oh shit,” he said, eyes darting over the metal shelving unit and the massive blocks of silvery white powder stacked across them.
Love Dust. The shitty street drug that had been introduced to the UK in droves during the sex trafficking scandal the previous year. It caused false heats and ruts—a perfect party drug if you were looking for a good time in asafeenvironment. Unfortunately, it had become the spikers’ drug of choice, especially in university towns such as High Enfield and Falkington.
Taylor planted his hands on his hips, eyes trailing over a filthy end table that held sets of scales and mountains of snap bags. Well, at least that explained why an eighty something year old beta thought she was in heat, and why the old wolf in the woods had given off such a weird scent, and now that hereallythought about it, Sylvester had been a bit fucking odd as well.
“Jill’s a drug dealer,” Taylor said, nodding rapidly. “Didnotsee that one coming.”
Johnny flicked one of the bags, a small stream of powder spilling onto the floor. He pulled a mask from his pocket and Taylor did the same, because they didnotwant to be triggering a rut in the middle of a shift.
“She’s clearly being cuckooed,” Johnny said, reaching up to pull Taylor’s mask tighter over his nose. “Looks like she’s been exposed to the drugs.”
