Friendis the word that registers as I focus back on the wiggling drumstick. Feeling me on his back, the blind fucker bucks, trying to get me off him, but I drop to my stomach and crawl along its back until I reach the edge of his neck and shell.
‘Go…slice…hack…kill…win…’
If you say so.
Following the cues, I slip down between the neck and the shell, but before I can deliver the blow, I’m jerking back as his head moves. Quickly leaning forward, I barely miss cracking my skull on his hardened wing as he retracts his head into his shell. I grimace as the loose and wrinkled skin slides against my cheek. My body is pinned between his neck and the shell, but my arms are down along my sides where there’s more room, and a small smile pulls at my lips as I flick my wrist, turning my glaives to the side.
I begin sawing into the neck, and the monster between my legs lets out the worst sound ever as it starts bucking like a two-dollar mechanical bull ride. Warm blood flows over my hands, but I don’t stop even as I feel us tumbling forward, and we crash into the ground hard. I continue to saw until the body underneath me finishes its death throws as its muscles give out, allowing me a crevice to slide out of.
As the adrenaline runs through my body, I quickly look around for more enemies, snarling in disappointment and snapping my glaives in place. The few that are left are easily being picked off by myfriend. Unsatisfied, I turn towards the exit since I feel no more threats in the building, but before I can take a step, a large hand grabs my shoulder.
“Kitten,” a voice calls out. I immediately snatch and pull the offending arm toward me to try and flip him. Somehow, knowing what I have planned, he counters, grabbing my other shoulder and spinning me until my back is pinned up against the wall.
‘Mate!’the voice purrs out as a chill runs down my spine. Even though the smell and the feel of him pressed against me isn’t completely unpleasant, he’s impeding my progression. I need to fight or fuck, and the closest enemies I can sense are outside this building.
Someone calls his name, grabbing his attention, and I swiftly break free of his hold, ducking underneath his arm and taking off down the hall toward my next target. I need a way to expel this unbearable itch just underneath my skin, weaving through the very fibers of my muscles and pulling at my limbs. As I make my way down the halls, I feel his frustration and determination through our link, and it makes me smile smugly.
‘Where do you think you’re going?’he growls out through our link.‘I didn’t say you could leave.
‘Try to stop me,’my inner brat teases as I turn down another hall.
‘Fine. Have it your way,’he agrees, and a thrill races through me at the thought of the game of cat and mouse. Why that thrills me? I have no idea.
There’s a part of me that wants to dismiss the idea of this game and just go and find more enemies, but deep down, I know that part isn’t really me.What is going on with me?
‘There you are.’His arm barely wraps around me before I twirl away and kick out his leg, causing him to land on his back.
‘Guess you’re not as good as you thought,’I cackle gleefully as I wave over my shoulder.
It’s a back-and-forth game of him catching me and me breaking free. We even spar a little, and I roll away when he’s a hair’s breadth away from pinning me. I reach the foyer and glimpse the fog outside, smiling as I forget that I’ve been the prey all this time.
‘Got ya.’
A body slams into me, pushing me into an alcove and trapping me on all sides.
I growl and try to buck him off, but this time, he’s not having any of it as I try to use all the tricks I used before.
He chuckles and gently bites down on my earlobe before nipping along my neck.
‘Not this time, Kitten,’Knox purrs.
‘What do you want?’I seethe. I hate having to admit I lost, and this feeling of defeat is not sitting well with me at all.
‘Aww, is Baby Girl's pride hurt?’a voice of darkness so sweet rings out as a visual pops up in my mind. Instead of a creature, it’s a new face. His jaw is thinner and more angular than Knox’s, yet still radiates a masculine presence. He gives a more bad boy vibe with his ears and septum piercings, and instead of Knox’s dark hair, wispy white hair spills around his head, just long enough for me to dig my hands into it so I can yank his head back to lick along his neck.
Fuck, where did that thought come from?
His full bottom lip curls up into a wicked smirk as I question who I’m seeing in my mind. A wink from his blueish-gray eyes sends an electric shiver down my spine as the rest of his form unfolds. Out of the shadows, his lithe naked body becomes prominent, showcasing his smaller frame compared to Knox. However, the muscles that ripple just underneath his skin prove he’s still a formidable force and would give someone a run for his money.
‘Well, too bad. I caught you. Now, do you want to play with me?’
Slayer.
That’s who’s talking to me now.
‘Pfft. You think you can keep up,’I retort, turning to face him and feeling proud of myself.
‘Only one way to find out, Baby Girl.’Knox’s large form is no longer in front of me. Instead, Slayer’s image flickers as if he’s sliding into Knox’s body.
