I turn back, fury igniting within me. The type that only spilled blood will cool. One glance at Tennant says he feels it too. I mentally curse. I should have warned him. I’m sure this brings up thoughts of Lio and Roman. Fuck. Grudgingly, I sigh.
“Pick a knife if you want to help. This is unfortunately going to be faster than I want, but I still need to get into his computer.”
With an eerie cackle, Tennant peruses the knives in my open case before selecting one that he’s happy with, although I’m sure he has one on him. It makes me hot knowing he’s using one of mine. Fucking hell, the way he stirs things up…
Shutting that thought down, I approach the professor and begin. Small lines at first, just drawing the blood to the surface. It’s about creating artwork, and I take it seriously. When Tennant steps closer to me, his arm brushing against mine, I bite back a moan, but let him join the dance. Together, we make sure this asshole gets to enjoy every last drop of pain we can wring from him.
It doesn’t take long for the small slices to become deeper, longer. The bloodthirst takes over, and my body moves in sync with Tennant, feeding into the dark pleasure of taking a life that's not worth living. The man’s eyes reflect so much that he can’t say. It almost makes up for the lack of tears. Fuck, my cock thickens as I stab into him, enjoying the sensation of cutting through layers of skin, fat, and muscle. The squishiness of the sound that the knife makes as the blood comes out. Lovely. It’s the finest music out there.
Sadly, it never lasts long enough. The patience in both of us snaps and it becomes a free for all. Stepping back, I grumble at the sight. It’s a fucking Picasso-style painting in crimson, yet I know the fucking cops won’t appreciate it. I’m impressed that despite how dirty this can be, both Tennant and I managed tokeep our clothes relatively pristine. I mean, they'll still need to be burned, but he certainly knows what he’s doing. I appreciate talent.
Unfortunately, Tennant doesn’t stop at the man’s death, continuing to plunge his knife in long after is necessary, and I toss my knife into the case, cringing at not taking the time to clean it. However, right now, what matters is Tennant. I wrap my arms around him from behind, letting him fight my hold, but refusing to let go.
“He’s gone. Lio and Roman are safe. This man won’t ever hurt another person.”
Tennant’s body shudders against mine, and I press myself more firmly into him, letting him feel the hard ridges of my cock against his ass. He stiffens, but doesn’t pull away. I’m surprised, but I need to take the edge off us both, so I spin him around, getting to my knees without a word. Despite the smell in the room, my mind can only focus on the man in front of me.
Pulling his pants and underwear down in one violent yank, I go straight for his dick. As soon as I have my mouth on it, I swallow it down. Thank fuck for no gag reflex. I keep my hands on his thighs, not trying to push away, but feeling the power in them. Fucking hell, the man is toned. From the grunt of surprise, he didn’t expect me to be so talented.
It doesn’t take long before he channels his aggression…right where I want it. Using me. Fucking my mouth like a man possessed. I’m struggling to breathe, but fuck, if I go out this way, I’ll consider it worthwhile.
He doesn’t pay any attention to my desire, sending all sorts of pleasurable sensations to me, and I barely get my hand in my pants pocket and around my dick before I’m coming. My moan vibrates along his dick and that’s it. Game over. His cum floods my mouth, and down my throat, as I try to keep up withhow damn much he manages to come. His shout of satisfaction makes me want to purr.
I pull off, breathing hard, and I sneak a small kiss onto his softening dick before straightening his clothes. Then I pop up off the floor, stretching in pure contentment. Tennant doesn’t say a word, but it doesn’t bother me. I head straight for the professor’s computer, ignoring the mess in my pants. It’ll be uncomfortable as it dries, but fuck it. Glancing at my watch, I’m satisfied to see that I’m still within the timeframe I set.
The fucker didn’t even bother to password protect his computer, and it’s easy enough to find his blackmail stash. Making sure Bradley’s images are fully deleted, I check through the thumbnails to see if any others need to be fixed. I have to leave a few that are identifiable, even though I hate it. Nobody deserves that.
I can only hope that the police handle this with sensitivity, and offer the men help. I’ll ask Ely to keep an eye on the process, in case I need to step in. Trusting the cops…isn’t happening.
Stepping back from the keyboard, I head for my case, and my insides melt when I notice that Tennant has cleaned not only the knife he was using, but mine too. Zipping my case up, I grab it and head out, only to stumble to a stop right before we hit the door leading toward the garage.
There, in front of the door, is a kitten. It meows and looks at me so damn hopefully. Ugh, I can’t leave a poor defenseless animal here. What if it gets blood all over itself? Fuck, they’d probably take it to the shelter, and that’s just too much of a risk.
Bending down, with a grumble of defeat, I open my arms, not at all surprised when the little furball comes right up to me. I’m not sure the gender, but it’s certainly cute, with tuxedo markings. The way it blinks at me sells me on it. The kitten is coming with us, if only so I know it’s safe.
I pick it up, juggling it with my case, and walk out. Tennant snorts and I blush, unable to justify the fact that, yes, I’m a bit of a softie with animals.
“You realize we have two dogs already at home?” he says with a resigned air, as if he knows that won’t stop me.
“And both are very well trained. This little one won’t be in any harm. It’s fine. He or she can be a therapy pet. But we do need to find a vet. Oh! And toys. Litter box. Food…” I start running through the list, only to see Tennant pinch the bridge of his nose as if I’m trouble.
“Home. Go home. We need to get cleaned up. I’ll send a message to have some things delivered before we get there.”
I open the door to the car and wait for Tennant to sit down before passing over the kitty. It kneads his lap for a few minutes before laying down. “Aww, it likes you!”
I give a wiggle of happiness, the tension from before falling off me completely. A successful kill, an orgasm, and now a kitty. Today certainly turned out to be a gold star day.
Ineed a fucking vacation.My new mantra plays through my head as I work on saving the man on my table.
I wince as I dig the bullet out of the back of his shoulder. Jayden is probably going to be pissed that I’m the one saving the guy, but there was no other option; Dr. Ranlen recused herself from the task. I don’t blame her. Cole is her nephew, and she has every right to be pissed at the current circumstances.
Hissing when the bullet finally comes out of his shoulder, I step back so Soren can clean and close up the wound. There’s still one more lodged in his back, and it’s the one I’m truly worried about because, again, I am no surgeon. The chances of him ending up paralyzed, or having some long-term loss of feeling? High, given how close to the spine the bullet is. One wrong move on my part…
“Let me do it.”
I look up at Vonny. “You sure?” I sign.
“It’s what you keep me around for,” he replies. “I may not have been able to legally get my degree, but after working besides you and Dr. Ranlen, and my years of schooling thus far…I’m fairly confident.”
