Wolf's Soul (25 page)

Marisol moved her hands gently down his back, loving the hard contour of his body. Callum didn"t say he loved her back. What was holding him back? In every move he made, the way he looked at her, she could tell he had feelings for her. Why hadn"t he said it? Was he afraid of commitments, of getting his heart broken again?

“Marisol,” Callum whispered. “Look at me.”

“Yes?”

“I want to see your eyes. They"re more than beautiful.”

“Callum,” whatever she wanted to say flew out of her mind when Callum began to pump his hips.

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Callum loved her like there was no tomorrow. He was gentle and rough, tender and sweet. Although, this time Marisol couldn"t shake the feeling that he was saying his goodbyes.

It had been a week since Atos agreed to his challenge. Now, it was time to dance with the mother fucker. Behind the Turtle Bluff restaurant, his brothers stood. Like him, all were dressed in black leather pants. Except for Zambro who added a black trench coat in his ensemble. Ty"s boots shone from the metal plate on the tips. His young muscular torso showed in his tight black long sleeves shirt.

While Rudolf sported his biker studded jacket, Victor wore a black shirt with a wolf"s face painted on the front. Except for Victor, his brothers were heavily armed.

Callum fingered the pink ribbon he took from Marisol. She was still asleep when he left, which was good. She"d only insist that she come. He glanced at the ring"s mark on his ring finger and felt as though his heart would break in million pieces. For a week, while he spent the days practicing, he devoted his nights making love with Marisol. And each time, he showed her how much she meant to him.

“The others are already running. Are you ready, Callum?”

“I am. We"ll paint the night red, brothers.”

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“We will.” Zambro turned around to address his brothers. “Remember, except for Callum we each have three more lives left. If Callum dies tonight, he will turn. Do not hesitate. We have to kill him.”

Curses started flying out of his brother"s mouths. None of them wanted to do the task, but one of them must. “Brothers, we always do what we can to protect the humans. Only this time, we"re not just going to stand guard, we"ll face Atos head-on. Our fight tonight will define the Midnight Howl"s vow to guard and protect. Not only does Atos want Marisol"s heart, he threatened to harm the innocents. That, my brother"s is not acceptable.”

“As long as the Midnight Howl exists, there is no way he can repeat what the Crom did to humans.” Rodolf grounded the words out.

“Right, brother. And we"ll show him tonight that he can"t make threats to humans or someone we care about and not get punished for it.”

“Severely punished.” Callum added. “Victor, remember what I told you. Do not let Marisol out of your sight. And no matter what happens, keep her in the den.”

“Got it, bro.”

“This is idiotic, Callum. Why couldn"t you just stay here? Stay with Marisol and, and produce little...I don"t know, my little nieces and nephews. You don"t 267

have to fight with us. We"ll kill the bastard for you.” Ty kicked an empty recycling bin. It flew and hit a pile of rotten wood leaning up against the wall.

Squeaking sounds Callum suspected came from a family of rats made him think about Marisol. The first time he took her here, she made funny faces when she saw the pests. God, how he missed her already.

“Brother, I think you need a woman to worry about.” Callum cupped the back of Ty"s head and ruffled his hair. “We are a Midnight Howl. Think about the people we swore to protect. We"ll fight Atos, if he kills me so be it but if I kill him, we"ll be saving more lives.”

“Temporarily.”

“Nothing is permanent, Ty.”

“Except love?”

“Except love. So, are we ready to roll?” His brothers gave him their wicked grins. “Let"s go kick some Blood Robbers dirty asses.”

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Atos Deilo lay sated on the tangled sheets that held the musky scent of sex and sweat while he watched the sheer curtain dance from the breeze coming through the partly opened window. The king size bed he shared with his longtime lover, Zenaida, was perfect for the kind of wild sexual play they both liked to partake in. He was glad for Zenaida"s company, for taking his mind off the recent death of his brother, Pic. Only she could take him in the world where worries, hatred, doubts, and pain didn"t exist. In between her legs, he was free to let go of himself and enjoy life"s bliss.

Zenaida understood him, his belief in ridding the earth of drunks, whores, rapists, drug addicts, pushers, and all kinds of dirty scabs not worthy of calling themselves humans. Unlike the goody-two-shoes Midnight Howls. The fucking morons think feeding on criminals was wrong. If they would only open their stupid eyes, they"d see the Blood Robbers were doing this world a good favor of purifying the line of humans. Why use the law, corrupt lawyers, judges and juries to decide whether to let an offender lose or not. Most of them were repeat offenders and deserved to die a painful slow death. So why not feed on them?

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They were not vampires by any means. Vampires feed on humans to live.

The Blood Robbers feed on filthy humans. Of course, occasionally Blood Robbers would kill an innocent especially when threatened or cornered. So fucking what?

Humans breed like rabbits overpopulating their world.

The Crom"s leader, his ancestor, was right about ending the friendship between Shape-shifters and humans. The humans" greed and thirst for war proved that they were beneath the Croms. The fuckers were the reason why Shape-shifters lives were limited to five instead of forever. If stupid Youven didn"t rut in between his human wife"s legs, they"d still be here. They would all still live with immortal lives.

Five fucking lives and after that whoever was stupid enough to lose his or her fifth life would turn into Cancer. It was all the Arcus fault. Although his brother did not enjoy his third, fourth and fifth lives because of the bitch Callum had taken in his den.

His runner"s anguished voice reverberated in his mind. Echoed in his brain so loudly he felt he"d go crazy from it.

Callum and the doctor’s daughter killed Pic without mercy. They laugh at him as he lay
bleeding on the floor. Pic begged for his life, but they didn’t listen.

Doctor Mark Saint James bred the bitch that killed his brother with the help of Callum. For that,
both
must pay.

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Ha! Tonight, war between the Blood Robbers and Midnight Howl would take place at the old cemetery because stupid Dyrdek refuse to give up Marisol.

The bastard fell in love with Mark"s daughter and he called for a challenge with an absurd condition instead. If Callum wins he"d leave Marisol alone but if he wins, he could choose between killing Callum or let him turn into Cancer.

Atos laughed. What a stupid ass if he thinks killing him would be enough to avenge his brother. No, he would not make his death easy for him. He heard the bitch was a beautiful woman. He could hardly wait to see her gag from wolves"

dick. He would enjoy watching the Blood Robbers take turns tasting her body while Callum watched. And when she was covered with thick cum, he"d slit her throat.

Slay them both. Feed them to the pigs.

He was breathing hard now. The anticipation was too much. Yeah, his cock thickened from impending victory.

“Darling, what are you thinking? You look
excited
.” Zenaida walked in the room. Her gaze shifting from his hard cock and face.

“I"m excited whenever you are near, Zen.” That part was true. Staring at his lover"s body clad in a red silk skimpy Victoria Secret nightgown, his cock became painfully hard. Zenaida"s body would make anyone dream of fucking her. Through the opening gap of her nightgown, her taut rosy-hued nipples peeked. He could 271

see that she wasn"t wearing an underwear. He crooked his finger, motioning for Zenaida to come. The outcome of tonight"s fight might not favor his side. He knew how skilled Callum and the Midnight Howl"s were. Possibly this could be the last time he"d see Zenaida again. Heart twisting in knots, he quickly got up and walked toward the woman he loved. “Make love with me.”

“I want nothing else in this world but to share this bed with you.”

“Good. Because we"ll use this bed in any way possible to Shape-shifters.”

Atos snaked his hand in between Zenaida"s legs. Her pussy was still slick from their last lovemaking. Inserting his fingers inside his wet passage, he finger fucked her the way she liked it done—rough.

“Atos, I"ll fight with you tonight,” she moaned the words.

Atos bit her neck and focused his mind on pleasing her. “No. It"s too dangerous. You"re not in a condition to fight.”

“Don"t worry about me, love. I won"t get in the thick of the fight. I"ll be there to make sure your back is covered. Pregnant or not, I still belong to the clan of Blood Robbers, a warrior. Not a cry-baby.” Zenaida rode his hand. “Let me fight tonight.”

“Let me think about it, love.” He lowered his head to capture one exposed nipple with his mouth while rotating his fingers inside Zenaida. His cock was 272

ready, her pussy waiting. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out. “Put your hands on the bed, love.”

Zenaida shrugged her shoulders seductively to dislodge her nightgown. The wispy material barely made a sound when it landed on the hardwood floor. Naked, she licked his lips and then did what he asked her to do. With her bending down, ass up, and legs wide apart, Atos could look at her wet pussy. Beautiful, plump, perfect in his eyes and all his.

Breathing hard, he ran his fingers inside her legs. Earlier, he lifted her legs up in the air and mounted her hard and wild. It was great fucking her from behind. He wanted a repeat of that. Atos spat on his fingers then spread his saliva on her pussy to mix with her own juice. Zenaida moaned and lifted her ass even higher.

“Darling, what are you waiting for? I want your hard cock now.”

“Just enjoying the view, Zen. You can ride with us tonight. Right now, I"ll ride you the way you fucking like it.” He aimed his cock on her glistening opening.

“Just you and me,” he said then rammed Zenaida in one swift move.

Marisol woke up alone in bed. She checked the bedside clock. Dang, her body was on China time. Awake at night and asleep in daytime. How long was she asleep? Rolling on her belly, she buried her face in the pillow inhaling Callum"s scent.

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Wow. What happened in the past few days must have been what people call a fast lane. It seemed like she was still in her home planning to watch Pride and Prejudice. Now, here she was in love with a Shape-shifter, killing bad Blood Robbers, and having sex. Lots and lots of it. Lying on her back, she stared at the ring Callum gave her. It wasn"t an engagement ring. Not a promise ring even.

Callum gave it to her because...how did he say it? She was what the ring represents.

I am his beautiful soul. So does it mean we are one?

He loved her. He must be in love with her, but couldn"t say it. Well, maybe she should ask. Why not? This is the twenty first century. Women tumble in bed with men outside the sacrament of marriage. Therefore, it would be okay if she asked. Marisol sat up. Yup, she"d do that. Now, for the first step. She must find him.

“Callum, are you in the bathroom? I got to pee.” She waited for him to reply.

He must be practicing with his brother again.

Swinging her legs on the side of the bed, she looked about the room. Her sword and backpack were on the chair and her clothes hung on the back of it.