Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“This isn’t your territory,” he says. “It’s mine, and you’re going to get the hell out of here right fucking now, or this is going to get bloody. I promise you that.”
“What the fuck are you doing?” He looks at Karl, so fucking stupid and so fucking confused.
Sometimes I really hate people. They’re such a waste. The very notion of them is fucking stupid. I have a sudden, strange urge to murder the hell out of the guy. I resist it, just. Killing people should be some kind of a last resort.
“You’re going to take these machines and you’re going to get the hell out of here,” he repeats, because the man he is talking to is very, very stupid.
The men working the machines look at each other, then back at Karl.
“You’re not going to do shit, buddy.”
I really thought he’d do something financially, or maybe politically. I thought he’d make a call. Or take a meeting. I guess the drivers thought the same, because they just look at us with dumb meaty faces that don’t seem to be capable of realizing that their lives are in real danger.
Karl doesn’t say anything else. He’s done talking. Done warning.
His fist makes wet, meaty, crunching contact with the driver’s face. Three others come at him fast. They’re lumbering and they’re angry. They get into the fight, and they lose it. It’s ridiculous, actually, watching it all happen. I thought he might shift to try to get the upper hand, but he doesn’t need to.
Three on one isn’t fair. To them.
Karl is like a wild animal, inside and out. He fights like he’s feral. I suppose all shifters are, deep down, but I’ve never seen anyone do it like this, show it through their human self, wear it on their human face. He said his father hit him with an axe on purpose, and I didn’t believe it when he said it. But now I do.
All four of them are knocked out within three minutes. He’s stopped the machines, no doubt about that. I stand, staring, as he opens up hatches and yanks at bits of machinery, cutting cables and otherwise fucking the things up. They won’t be in operational order for quite a while, I think.
“Problem solved,” he says.
“For today, sure. But the company will send more machines and more men, and you know it. I wanted you to stop the whole operation, not beat up some working men who were just doing their jobs.”
Karl
She’s not satisfied. I did exactly what I said I’d do, and she’s not happy. I’m confused, and more than a little pissed off.
“What did you want me to do? Ask someone nicely not to destroy the forest?”
“Yes!” She stamps her foot. “I wanted you to deal with it officially, not like a fucking monster.”
I grab her. “I am a monster,” I tell her. “And I will always deal with things like one. You know that, don’t you, Ellie? You know you came to get help from someone with a brutal reputation. Someone who is going to fuck a baby into you because that’s what you’re made for?”
I can smell her arousal. She doesn’t want to be into this, but she can’t help it. She responds to my energy like moths respond to flames. She’s drawn to me, and she wants to spread her legs and take my cock.
Instead, she argues.
“You’re an asshole,” she says. “You’re fucking stupid… they’re going to wake up and press charges. They’re going to…”
I kiss her roughly. I don’t want to hear her complain. I am going to take full control of this situation, and of her. I pick her up and perch her on the hood of my car, putting her hips at the perfect height for conquest.
“Open your legs for me,” I growl.
She hesitates.
I push her thighs open and I step into the space between them.
She’s wearing pants, which means spreading her thighs doesn’t do much for either one of us at first. It just pulls the denim tight over the pussy I want to be deep inside. I take hold of her hair and hold her head back so she has to look up at me, not pleased with her slow responses. This mate of mine needs to learn to obey me.
“When I tell you to spread your legs for me, you spread your legs,” I say. “You don’t hesitate. You don’t argue. Because if you do…”
I flick open my pocket knife and run the blade down the seam of her jeans. I’m careful as careful can get not to cut her while slicing the seam open.
“You’re going to ruin them!” she complains.
“I’m going to ruin you,” I growl, sliding her panties to the side. She’s aroused instantly. I’ve barely touched her and her pussy is glistening wet. She wants to be fucked so badly I actually hold off.