Virgin Sacrifice to the Last Lycan - Chapter 52: Chapter 52
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Justin POV
Helen slept on the floor, curled up over a little pile of blankets and a stiff cot. Wizard Olu had little else to offer, his home a woodsy open room with a couple piles of similar beds for himself and his daughter.
I looked forward to getting to lay with my mate tonight, even in these impoverished conditions, but for the moment it seemed right to have a drink with Olu on the deck of his home, overlooking the vast and dark forest below.
“This place is beautiful,” I hummed, admiring their perfect craftsmanship and the attention to detail on the railings strung with thick ropes to prevent incident. “I would have never guessed Wizards lived like this.”
Wizards, in contrast to vampires, seem a lot more hospitable.
“I always though rogues were dangerous and unpredictable,” Olu said, looking briefly to the home where my gentle mate whimpers in her sleep. “You both have exceeded my assumptions as well.”
“You haven’t seen us at our worst yet,” I grumble admittedly. “I don’t think you will though. Her and I have been through so much. I can’t wait for it to dwindle down so we can have peace.”
“So what is the next move? Where are the rogue mates running off to next in search of such peace?”
I tried to consider what my mate would want, but I think those guidelines are fairly simple. Food, rest and the unobtainable, constant peace.
“Russo seems to like having you as guests,” Olu mentioned. “He should permit you both to stay awhile, if you’d like to.”
I looked at the moon in reflex. “About two weeks until the next full moon.”
“Does that change your plans?”
“It affects them slightly, but we have time to stay a few days. I know Helen needs it. She’s been through a lot lately. She needs rest.”
And rest is exactly what she dis.
My mate stayed in spot for three days, sleeping in her warm, borrowed robe with a few moments of consciousness so I could urge her to drink some of the wizard’s brew of Vervain to keep her strong in waves of sleep.
Olu takes me out with his daughter to forage with the other wizards, picking up herbs and berries and even hunting for small game animals to eat. They are a simple community of very little tension, and I desire their calm lifestyle.
“There’s a natural spring over here, if you’re interested in bathing. It also relieves muscle aches,” Olu pointed out, directing me toward the steaming sulfur spring nearby. “I’ll head back to the treetops to drop off the supplies. Take a break and relax.”
Relaxing is foreign to me but I know Helen is in good shape at the treehouse, far away from the ground where wolves and vampires could roam. A dip in the spring doesn’t sound to terrible, either, so I undress in the safety of the brush and slip into the scolding hot water of the pool.
My Lycan was pleased with the feeling of the sulfur pestering my aching bones.
I tipped my head back in ease. Whether we continue running forward, or return home to fight, I couldn’t imagine anything being as peaceful as this place. The wizards are generous and they dote over my mate, even while she lay sleeping at all hours.
She is regaining her strength. She’s going to need it.
“A wolf,” a light voice hums, my eyes shot open at the closeness of it. The woman opposite of the pond grins modestly. “A handsome wolf, at that.”
I growled at her attempt to seduction. She had wide eyes and a small, unimpressive frame. It made me sick to see her slip out of her dress, her naked body a signal for her need for attention but she wasn’t going to gain it from me.
I stood at that time, gathering my clothes but only slipping on the pants I had borrowed from Olu. Robes aren’t exactly my taste, and neither is this small woman, but she tries to gather my focus either way.
She scampers across the pond, her direction curving around to my front where she leaned forward, as though to press the curves of her bare chest into my abdomen. I growled; my teeth bore but she hardly looked afraid.
She more so looked enticed.
“Not interested,” I snapped, pushing past her.
She reached for my arm but her weakness only pulled her to the ground, my arm free of her burning, unwelcomed touch.
“I’ve never been fucked by a wolf,” she hummed as I stepped forward into the curtain of brush. “I’ve always wanted to try it.”
I could smell the wizard’s arousal but it was rotten in my nostrils. Compared to my mate, every female of every species was repulsive to me and my Lycan. I held back from throwing up.
“Find another dog to play with. It’s not me.”
“What about if I gave you this?”
I turned in curiosity, seeing he bent forward in the grass, holding a little chain with two rings looped around them. I could recognize the sight of it, but also the smell of it. The woman slung it over her neck, pressing her fingers through the rings before drawing them down her naked body.
“My mate’s necklace,” I growled.
I couldn’t be sure how, but I know she lost her necklace in Las Vegas. Helen would still reach for her throat to stroke the keepsake, but it had been missing since Geoffrey and my father’s pack descended on us both.
“How the hell do you have that?”
The siren wizard tilts her head back in attempt to seduce me but it only gave me fantasy to ripping her throat out with my claws. Her hand moves over her sex, wanting to draw me in.
I have faced temptation in chains at my father’s command to tame my Lycan but without that force, and with the bond of my precious mate, seeing the wizard fondle herself is more a sight of a bad play than it is an intriguing notion.
For some reason, I relate this moment to the temptations of my past, the moments my father forced in order for me to mate a virgin on the full moon.
“Whore,” I snarled, appalled and offended.
“You have no problem fucking your mate in such savagery, Lycan,” the wizard purred. “I just wanted to know if you would be willing to do the same with me, in trade for this hideous necklace.”
“I’ll just kill you and take it from your throat.”
She sat forward, her knees still parted by my eyes never dropped further than the necklace on her neck. She was certainly couched in what to do, looking like a virgin on a full moon thrown into my chambers but just like then, I reject the poor attempt to spark sexual compulsion.
The greenery rustled under the movement of weight and I didn’t have to turn to know Helen was out here. Her scent slapped at my senses, but so did her hiccup of a cry.
It was clearly a poor attempt of a set up, but scandalous none the less.
“What is going on here?” My mate panted. “Why is she naked and why—my necklace, Justin. How does she have my—”
My Lycan groans in my head. “Why are you here, Helen?”
She exhales, wounded that I’m not explaining what she has walking into but something else is signaling a darker power at work.
“One of the wizard’s said to meet you out here but he never mentioned a naked woman with my necklace!”
The intent becomes a lot more clear now.
“We are about to be attacked, Helen.” The words are hollow and deep in my throat. “Run.”
Helen slept on the floor, curled up over a little pile of blankets and a stiff cot. Wizard Olu had little else to offer, his home a woodsy open room with a couple piles of similar beds for himself and his daughter.
I looked forward to getting to lay with my mate tonight, even in these impoverished conditions, but for the moment it seemed right to have a drink with Olu on the deck of his home, overlooking the vast and dark forest below.
“This place is beautiful,” I hummed, admiring their perfect craftsmanship and the attention to detail on the railings strung with thick ropes to prevent incident. “I would have never guessed Wizards lived like this.”
Wizards, in contrast to vampires, seem a lot more hospitable.
“I always though rogues were dangerous and unpredictable,” Olu said, looking briefly to the home where my gentle mate whimpers in her sleep. “You both have exceeded my assumptions as well.”
“You haven’t seen us at our worst yet,” I grumble admittedly. “I don’t think you will though. Her and I have been through so much. I can’t wait for it to dwindle down so we can have peace.”
“So what is the next move? Where are the rogue mates running off to next in search of such peace?”
I tried to consider what my mate would want, but I think those guidelines are fairly simple. Food, rest and the unobtainable, constant peace.
“Russo seems to like having you as guests,” Olu mentioned. “He should permit you both to stay awhile, if you’d like to.”
I looked at the moon in reflex. “About two weeks until the next full moon.”
“Does that change your plans?”
“It affects them slightly, but we have time to stay a few days. I know Helen needs it. She’s been through a lot lately. She needs rest.”
And rest is exactly what she dis.
My mate stayed in spot for three days, sleeping in her warm, borrowed robe with a few moments of consciousness so I could urge her to drink some of the wizard’s brew of Vervain to keep her strong in waves of sleep.
Olu takes me out with his daughter to forage with the other wizards, picking up herbs and berries and even hunting for small game animals to eat. They are a simple community of very little tension, and I desire their calm lifestyle.
“There’s a natural spring over here, if you’re interested in bathing. It also relieves muscle aches,” Olu pointed out, directing me toward the steaming sulfur spring nearby. “I’ll head back to the treetops to drop off the supplies. Take a break and relax.”
Relaxing is foreign to me but I know Helen is in good shape at the treehouse, far away from the ground where wolves and vampires could roam. A dip in the spring doesn’t sound to terrible, either, so I undress in the safety of the brush and slip into the scolding hot water of the pool.
My Lycan was pleased with the feeling of the sulfur pestering my aching bones.
I tipped my head back in ease. Whether we continue running forward, or return home to fight, I couldn’t imagine anything being as peaceful as this place. The wizards are generous and they dote over my mate, even while she lay sleeping at all hours.
She is regaining her strength. She’s going to need it.
“A wolf,” a light voice hums, my eyes shot open at the closeness of it. The woman opposite of the pond grins modestly. “A handsome wolf, at that.”
I growled at her attempt to seduction. She had wide eyes and a small, unimpressive frame. It made me sick to see her slip out of her dress, her naked body a signal for her need for attention but she wasn’t going to gain it from me.
I stood at that time, gathering my clothes but only slipping on the pants I had borrowed from Olu. Robes aren’t exactly my taste, and neither is this small woman, but she tries to gather my focus either way.
She scampers across the pond, her direction curving around to my front where she leaned forward, as though to press the curves of her bare chest into my abdomen. I growled; my teeth bore but she hardly looked afraid.
She more so looked enticed.
“Not interested,” I snapped, pushing past her.
She reached for my arm but her weakness only pulled her to the ground, my arm free of her burning, unwelcomed touch.
“I’ve never been fucked by a wolf,” she hummed as I stepped forward into the curtain of brush. “I’ve always wanted to try it.”
I could smell the wizard’s arousal but it was rotten in my nostrils. Compared to my mate, every female of every species was repulsive to me and my Lycan. I held back from throwing up.
“Find another dog to play with. It’s not me.”
“What about if I gave you this?”
I turned in curiosity, seeing he bent forward in the grass, holding a little chain with two rings looped around them. I could recognize the sight of it, but also the smell of it. The woman slung it over her neck, pressing her fingers through the rings before drawing them down her naked body.
“My mate’s necklace,” I growled.
I couldn’t be sure how, but I know she lost her necklace in Las Vegas. Helen would still reach for her throat to stroke the keepsake, but it had been missing since Geoffrey and my father’s pack descended on us both.
“How the hell do you have that?”
The siren wizard tilts her head back in attempt to seduce me but it only gave me fantasy to ripping her throat out with my claws. Her hand moves over her sex, wanting to draw me in.
I have faced temptation in chains at my father’s command to tame my Lycan but without that force, and with the bond of my precious mate, seeing the wizard fondle herself is more a sight of a bad play than it is an intriguing notion.
For some reason, I relate this moment to the temptations of my past, the moments my father forced in order for me to mate a virgin on the full moon.
“Whore,” I snarled, appalled and offended.
“You have no problem fucking your mate in such savagery, Lycan,” the wizard purred. “I just wanted to know if you would be willing to do the same with me, in trade for this hideous necklace.”
“I’ll just kill you and take it from your throat.”
She sat forward, her knees still parted by my eyes never dropped further than the necklace on her neck. She was certainly couched in what to do, looking like a virgin on a full moon thrown into my chambers but just like then, I reject the poor attempt to spark sexual compulsion.
The greenery rustled under the movement of weight and I didn’t have to turn to know Helen was out here. Her scent slapped at my senses, but so did her hiccup of a cry.
It was clearly a poor attempt of a set up, but scandalous none the less.
“What is going on here?” My mate panted. “Why is she naked and why—my necklace, Justin. How does she have my—”
My Lycan groans in my head. “Why are you here, Helen?”
She exhales, wounded that I’m not explaining what she has walking into but something else is signaling a darker power at work.
“One of the wizard’s said to meet you out here but he never mentioned a naked woman with my necklace!”
The intent becomes a lot more clear now.
“We are about to be attacked, Helen.” The words are hollow and deep in my throat. “Run.”
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