I Want To Hear You Scream ch.9

I Want To Hear You Scream1

Chapter Nine2

Blake was livid. The bear from the bar had come over with a grant to bring Justine back to the bar. Not only that but he couldn’t go near Justine fir three weeks. Three. Fucking. Weeks. This was bullshit. How could the council give him a grant like that. Wait, they knew it was him. They always did this with him. Gave him unfair treatment cause the only people who liked and accepted him where Justine’s parents. They thought of him as an outsider and never thought of what he wanted. They gave everyone else a break, but never him.3

And Asher wasn’t here to complain to. He usually was. Something must be up to be keeping him this long away from the host he was staying at. 4

The dude was like a lazy cow, only grazing around and relaxing. He growled when seeing one of his maids coming into the room. She quickly ran out of the room away from him, her fear stinking up his house. She better be afraid. A person would never want to be around an angry wolf. 5

He walked into his office, slamming the door shut and locking himself in his sanctuary. He sat down at his desk, staring at all the papers that were scattered about. The grant was right in front of him, signed by his bastard father who enjoyed to ruin his life. Which was why he ended up with Justine’s parents in the first place. His father an mother had faked their death so many times he didn’t make count of it, but that was for the human world and to get away from him. To his father he was just another bastard child who was too rebellious an couldn’t follow orders.6

Cause in a pack it was best if you did that.7

He could still remember hearing the old man tell him he was a disgrace to all wolves. He banished him after that and that was when they first faked their deaths. A car crash. The jerks had scarred him to death and when he found out they were still alive he attacked his father and was almost killed by the rest of the pack.8

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Justine was finally free of Blake. And she could be free of him for three weeks. Even though she did enjoy the pampering with the food and massages she didn’t being his sex toy. She was to be respected like everybody else and not used like a puppet. Nothing else. 10

Now that she was back in the club V was excited and asking me thing of what happened and France was freaking out with security not being tight enough. Apparently she wasn’t the only one who disappeared, but a seventeen year old who was still missing now. Then there was Lewis who would not let her out of his sight. He was like an eagle, making her take time off of work and keeping her at his house. Which was quite nice. It was a large townhouse built to look like an old fashioned Victorian on the inside. Simply beautiful. She was sleeping in a nice guest room fit for a queen. Of course. Since Lewis liked her so much. 11

V was here and Kelly was taking over their shifts, working harder to get more money from France. Justine thought it was unfair, but she wasn’t in any shape to do anything. Her cramps came in and killed her. She needed to be out for just a little bit and then she would be fine. The cramps would go away and she would have no problem with anything. Nothing at all. 12

At the moment though they were in the kitchen chewing down some delicious steak and white rice. Lewis could be a good cook if he wanted to. Now why wasn’t he in the kitchen instead of being a bouncer of bodyguard. 13

“So how does it finally feel to have constant sex with a god?” both herself and Lewis choked on the food when V asked the question. She was looking straight at her with curiosity beaming in her eyes. Justine didn’t know what to say. “I don’t like Blake and all but he does have a fine ass body, almost as good as France and buddy boy here. It must have been nice…unless he was a little small in size.” Another choke.14

“Must we talk about this now?” Lewis asked.15

“If you don’t like it go to another room.” which he gladly did. He got up and left the room with his food. Then V went back to staring her down. “Was he good or small?”16

“He definitely isn’t…small. I-I just…” she tried to find a way to talk about it, but it seemed kind of hard. She didn’t have any experience besides the first time she had sex and the times she had sex with Blake. And Blake was much, much better. Even now she would get wet from just one thing he did to her. It was amazing how he did it to her too. 17

“You just what? Come on, I want to know.” of course she did…18

“The best I ever had so far in life.” she whispered, not wanting to Lewis to hear at all. She knew he was a mind reader and it would be easier for him to find out every single thing that happened to her there, if she thought of it. But she would keep her mind clear and think of only the things she needed to do. 19

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France pulled the turtleneck over his chest. He need to cover up any and every mark on his body, but how was he going to cover up the one on his face? That was a question he needed answered quickly so he could go back to work and actually find himself a new guard who wasn’t going to try and rape him.21

Just the thought made him shudder. He had enough trauma in his life. France leaned in his desk, thinking about putting a bandage over his cheek, but then again that would definitely get him some attention. He could ask V for some help since she was good at covering things up. She had a tattoo on her face that was always covered with makeup at work. It was stars going up her eyebrows, but that wasn’t allowed in his bar so she had used cover up for it. Maybe she could do that to the mark. 22

He closed his eyes, resting himself. When was the last time he tried to sleep and relax? Days, no months. He didn’t need sleep but he did like to sleep. Maybe he would close the bar for once in his life and take the day off. Or he could have Lewis watch over it. Wait not, he was dealing with Justine. The chick came back reeking of the wolf Blake. Blake. He didn’t really know of the wolf. He knew of the wolves father though. Knew he was part fo the council protecting the supernatural in the public world. Cause there was the freaks who wanted to be them and those who wanted to kill them. Especially the hunters. No hunting vampires in all countries but Tennessee, California, and Oregon. As for wolves, the hunting was limited to area of forests. No hunters allowed in the areas which were largely populated whit he wolves. 23

Before he knew it he dosed off. Finding himself in the castle of Darksnere. He was some Lord of a small villege in Greece. The place was ruled by an evil bastard who got his share of woman from thirteen to twenty-three or even older if the person look fine enough. And the man even had other man to pleasure him. It was disgusting really. And he was part of the army for the Greeks. Around 2600 B.C. Of course people thought he was younger. He lied about his age a lot. He was a spy at the moment, fishing around the castle. Or course he was the same back then, but wearing armor and leather pants that he had made himself. He was one of the only ones who actually wore pants. It was usually the fighting skirts or shit like that so people called them. His hair was longer then, at his waist but pulled back.24

The room he was in was the large master bedroom of the lord. He had called France their. To discuss something of the towns with him. To the lord he was just a special guest who was “rich” and “powerful”. He was leaning again the wall, waiting for the lord to come out of the bathing room. And when he did the man was actually stunning to him. His hair a sandy blonde, his skin a deathly pale, and his eyes a breathe taking blue. A blue that was like a clear water, shining in the sun. 25

He had a on a toga styled wrap, a gold pin keeping it together at the shoulder. He was tall, just about a couple inches taller than himself, with a well built form. Not as built as he was, but still strong probably. But not only that but there was a boy besides him. Around fifteen with black hair and the same deathly pale skin as the lord. The boy had green eyes and a skinny form, with maybe some muscle, but not a lot. He was wearing the same toga styled wrap but the pin had a different design in it. A winged beast with two heads and snake tongues. Odd to him.26

The lord so he thought went on one knee and bowed. “May I present the lord of Darksnere. Master Dar-kryrian.” That boy had shocked him. No lord looked so young, nor so pale. He swallowed the lump in his throat, forcing himself to move away from the wall and bow in respect.27

“I can tell you were anticipating someone much older like my companion, Lyonl.” the boy spoke, walking further into the room. “Rise.” He spoke. And France did. Well his name at the time was Dracon. Not something a normal kid would be named after, but his mother hated him. What could he say?28

The boy walked over to him, raising his hand towards his face. The boy was tall, his head up to his shoulder. His cold fingers touched his warm cheek, gently skimming across the tip of his skin. The boy had something old about him. His eyes, the way he talked. “Such beautiful skin.” At the time he thought the boy was on some serious shit. The only people who had ever told him he had beautiful skin was women and only women. 29

Darkyrian had walked away from him and walked over to a large oak table that had intricate designs drafted into it, a tale perhaps. The boy sat on the edge of the table, eyeing him like he could strike at any moment. The kid was lucky he wasn’t ordered to yet. “How is you stay here is Darksnere?” He asked.30

“It is pleasant.” He replied, keeping eye contact with the boy. His eyes definitely showed age in his eyes. As if he has lived centuries before him. Like that was possible.31

“Nothing is bothering you?” Yeah, the way every women is stripping in the streets to be with a fifteen year old boy.32

The boy laughed. The sound rich and light. His eyes glittered, something flickering. A red glint… “Yes, lots of women love to be at my service. And if you did your work well you would know my men would do the same in order to share a bed with me.” He frowned at the boy. The man, Lyonl came closer to the boy, his arm wrapping around the boy protectively as the boy leaned in whispered something into his companion’s ear. The man nodded and stepped away from him. “I know what you are Dracon. I know you have no power other than the military status, and you are not a wealthy man by far. A spy is what you are.” Shit…33

“But you are to beautiful to be tortured and killed in those dungeons.” Shit, shit, shit. He was screwed. He reached for his sword, ready to pull it out and defend himself. But he would never be able to protect himself from what happened to him next. The companion, Lyonl went at him, faster than anything he had ever seen, grabbed him and twisted him around, applying enough pressure to make him drop the sword. “But what I will do is give you something that will make your life worthwhile.”34

In that instant he was hoisted over Lyonl shoulder and thrown to the bed. “what the hell?” He tried to sit up and got shoved back down onto the mattress by the boy. Lyonl was behind them, grabbing Dracon’s hands and locking them above his hands on his thighs. “Get the hell of me.” He snarled, trying to get his hands out of the man’s grip. It was solid, just like the boys grip on his legs. 35

Dracon looked up at the boy, seeing a pair of red glowing eyes. “Holy mother of Zeus.” Was all he could say. No one had eyes that changed colors to red or glowed. No boy was this strong unless he was a god himself. 36

DarKyrian smiled, his body turning from that of a boy to an older man, in his thirties with a more built body and longer hair that was curled with some gold tint at the roots and tips. “I know of what you think Dracon. I am no man. I am the creature of the night and I come to steal you away from the light of day.” He opened his mouth revealing long canines that extended further out of his gums. They seemed sharp as a knife, and had his heart beating faster than normal. “I want you Dracon.” Hell no.37

Dracon jerked his arms violently, trying to kicked wildly out, hoping the damned Darkyrian would loose balance and fall back. Then maybe he could use his legs to kick back Lyonl. A laugh animated from Darkyrian. The man ripped at the armor on his chest and pushed it aside so he could nibble the skin. His mouth swirled around Dracon’s nipple, biting it lightly.38

“Get the hell-” Lyonl had covered his mouth and that was when he felt the first bite into his skin. At his waist, the fangs penetrating deep and sending pain straight through his body.39

France shot awake, his face coming up to a curious Bear shifter. The bear would have been knocked in the face if he wasn’t careful.40

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Cat held her breathe as all the people surveyed her. Kelan had told her she had to meet everyone including the master of the pack. Mac made it easier when making jokes about everyone. Well but the master of the pack. But what she heard from most people was that she seemed to nice and needed to have more of an attitude. She wasn’t raised to have an attitude towards others, nor did she want to. Her rule was to respect others as she wanted to be respected.42

One of the females, Kayli had came so close their noses touched, her chest pressing into her own. Mac didn’t do anything, just left them to a staring contest. And the staring seemed to last forever, her yellowish eyes staring into her own. 43

“Are you going to eat her or meet her Kayli?” Kellan asked, slapping his hand against her shoulder. She turned her face away from cat to stare at the other tiger. 44

“She seems very edible.” Cat scoffed backing away. She wasn’t edible at all. Well not at the moment. 45

Kellan watched as Cat talked with Mac and the others that wanted to meet with her. Her hair had grew out some more, reaching somewhat below her arse. He watched how she moved, how her hands would brush her chest lightly, how the shirt she wore now clung to her breasts as she breathed. Her flushed face when a man would compliment her. She was beautiful, yet very adorable like a small child. 46

And then those eyes of hers kept changing, once they were green, then yellow, then blue, then the turned into mixed colors. She had some extraordinary eyes. A graceful stride…pouty lips…long neck. Kellan gave himself a mental kick. She was new to their world now and he would focus on training her. As of course he was the one who took responsibility for her when he killed the bastard Jariya. Now he had to make sure she learned how to control her urges, shift, and use her powers. Mac would disagree but he couldn’t do anything since it would go against their tradition, their culture. 47

Cat turned around looking at him. He felt like going over to her kissing that perfect smile of hers. Her canines had already grown and her scent becoming more earthy, more intoxicating for the males around her. He could already tell the unmated males would be a problem and some of the females too. Cat seemed to be quite the looker. 48

“so how do you plan on teaching her?” The pack leader asked. “she seems to nice. To fragile.” 49

“She does. I can change that though. I will bring her out to my cabin and start teaching her how to control habits she might endure. After that I want to start teaching her how to shift. The ways of our pack, and even to hunt.” Kellan uncrossed his legs and crossed them again, starting to loose feeling in his left leg. “As for her powers…I might keep that for last. It is best though, to teach her how to defend herself.” The leader his head.50

“You realize she will become a big target in this pack. I already know all the unmated males are going to go after her. And for sure that Mac is thinking about claiming her.” Yeah he knew that. Mac was acting to human, trying to edge his way through Cat. 51

“Yeah, well I’m taking her to my cabin soon so they won’t be able to do anything but flirt. Cat is still clinging to her human life.” He turned his head to look at the pack leader. He was about the same height as Kellan. Almost an exact copy. “Thanks for worrying though, father.” He waited for him to leave before he went back to eying Cat. 52

She was yawning now, her hand covering her mouth as she leaned back a bit. She must be tired from her day. Kellan closed his eyes briefly, tired himself from all the crap he went through the past couple of days. When he opened them again he saw Talia. A thin female with long orangey brown hair and green eyes, her bottom lip bigger than her top lip and her chest a bit large for her body. She was also a whore. Always trying to get in his pants to become his mate. To become the next alpha female. 53

It was all the females really wanted. Not the sex, not the children, not the love, but the power. To be dom over the pack. 54

Only if he could find a female not out for the power. Not out for the control. One that wanted to be dominated by him and him only, would want to be the mother of his children and provide him with love. But no. That would never happen. Which was why most male tigers went after humans. They became clingy and after sometime they learn about who you are and accept the truth. Maybe he would do that. He would go out and find himself a human female, and maybe, hopefully she would love him for who he truly was. 55

Letting out a sigh he left the room, knowing that Cat was safe for now. He would arrange a flight down to Southeast Asia as son as he could and then he would have them start training then. No distractions, no males coming after her. It would just be himself and her. And by the time she came back she would know more about the males and what they wanted. And she would know what kind of game Macharios was playing. 56

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Tabitha blinked her eyes opening, feeling the light pound down on her skin. She was so tired and sore. Just as sore as the first time Asher the bastard raped her. Now she was in the same situation. And this time he was still in her bed instead of leaving her confused and very thirsty. Now she was just very tired.58

His hand pulled her in closer to his body as he suckled her neck. She knew he wasn’t biting her since he was still grazing the top layer of her epidermis with his teeth, drawing shivers from her body. A chuckle came from him as he started again, grazing his teeth against her skin again. 59

Asher knew what it was doing to her. He could feel her shiver. Feel her arousal grow slowly. He had been awake for some time, just staring at the wall when he decided to annoy Tabitha.. It wasn’t like she could do anything. He had kept her up all night, drinking from him and fucking. 60

Asher nipped down one spot below her ear, waiting for her reaction. When there wasn’t one he bit down hard on her neck, his fangs piercing her flesh. A cry came from her when her body jerked. He locked his grip around her, making sure she couldn’t escape him. Her head tried to come down and move to try and block his access to her neck, but he used his arm and slipped it under her head and around to pull her head up. Tabitha’s hands grabbed weakly at him as he drank from her. Now that she was full herself he wanted to drink. 61

Tabitha mewled when he bit don harder on her neck. She was forced to stare at her headboard from his hands, and her body was busy being crushed by a much larger one. Asher was doing this on purpose. Trying to make her feel small like he did before, like he did last night. 62

"Nn...Asher." His hand wrapped around her waist had moved, grabbing her inner thigh so he could shift positions. Putting her on all fours under him, and giving her something to do instead of trying to free her arm. Tabby let go of his hand n her face as he turned her, placing her hands on the bed, shoulder width apart. He loved the little mewl she made when he brought his hand up just a few inches touching that wet core of hers. 63

No matter how much she would want to deny him, it was in their nature o be sexual predators. And in her nature to obey and give in. After all, the masters, the creators, always got what they wanted. 64

Now you are thinking like a true one Asher. Thata boy. Take what you want and who the fuck cares what the other people thing. 65

The beasts laughter was loud . Echoing around his head. Sick bastard. 66

Tabitha fisted her hands in the sheets of her bed as he penetrated her from behind. She bit her lip, trying to keep herself from moaning as he started slow, hard thrusts. Her eyes rolled back into her head at the friction from each slow drag, each deep thrust, rising her to a climax faster than usual. Her head fell, trying to hang from her shoulders as Asher drank and pounded, drank and pounded. It seemed like it was his turn in all this. 67

Asher moved both of his hands this time, planting his fists at each side of her shoulder and following the motion of her head and neck to keep his fangs in her skin. She seemed pretty predictable. He knew right when she’d come from the her breathing patterns and how her head tilted back. And when she wanted more she would push herself onto him more, and when she wanted less, which made him just give her more, she grabbed his arms made these adorable noises. 68

“Asher…stop.” She couldn’t bear it. His thrusts were starting to grow faster, more impatient and needy. He did let go of her neck, and settled to kissing the back of her neck, but she couldn’t take anymore of the pounding. The orgasms after orgasms were shattering her, making her feel weaker and weaker. Asher thrusted into her harder, a noise mixed between a mewl and cry. “I-I can’t…” Harder, and harder still. “…no more…” She whimpered.69

He didn’t hear her, just kept taking what he needed from her. Of course he came a couple of times already, but he was hard and needed the release again. Even if she did beg him to stop, he couldn’t. His body seemed to be moving of its volition. All his body needed was a few more hard thrusts and he would be relieved…for the moment. Asher doubted that his cock would remain calm for long when near a gloriously naked female who looked splendid and good enough to eat…70

Then again, what female wasn’t. 71

Relief and ecstasy poured over her as he came, his hot semen filling her, and bringing on another mind shattering climax. It had her arms give out and her head against the bed. Asher, pulled out of her a minute later, rolling off the bed and towards her shower. Finally. He was going. And she was moving away. To California maybe or Canada. Screw living here and getting screwed twenty-four seven. She liked to be secluded from the world. Asher came back out with a small towel, Coming up to her and pulling her into a sitting position, her legs squished under her sore body. 72

“I should have closed your wound.” Tabitha glanced down at herself, seeing the blood on her chest and shoulder, and even some dark stain on her sheets. Was that part of why she collapsed on the bed. Asher had brought the towel to her neck, patting it and leaning into her again. His tongue licking at her wound to stop the bleeding and stitch itself together. Once he was done with that he hefted her up on his shoulder and brought her into the shower. “You need a shower my lady, for we are both sweaty…and bloody.”73

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Justine sulked around the bar in the morning. It wasn’t strung with horny bastards, but cleaned out and getting ready for the next shift. Every day the bar would close for three or four hours so France could at least sleep for sometime and then they would start the bar u[ again. There was always a cleaning crew busy at cleaning out all the torn clothing, the…semen on the floors from upstairs, and a lot of other things. After all who wanted to slip in cum and get it all over them. 75

She knew she wouldn’t. She would freak out and have a spaz attack if that ever happened to her. 76

V was trailing behind her, yawning as they went to the locker rooms. Time to change and shower. And she knew she was taking a nice long shower. To wash away the humming in her body. The humming between her legs. 77

France had watched V and Justine carefuly. He watched V…well because she was candy walking on two legs, and he was watching Justine only because the council had told them to keep a close eye on her and make sure no one tried anything with her. He sure hoped they didn’t, because then he would have to hear from the annoying bastards. And he didn’t like to listen to a whole bunch of babies whine over a simple human. He had better things to do, like screw V or abuse more guards. 78

But mostly screw V. 79

His phone went off. The Hotel Room service signaling he had a text. Wonderful. Pulling out his NV Touch he saw it came from Lewis. He viewed it reading the simple line:80

“Having Fun Man Vamp : )” 81

Texting back a simple fuck you, he shoved his phone back into his pocket and went back to managing his bar. Making sure everything was clean for when the next shift started. It took him an easy twenty or so minutes leaving him with three hours and forty minutes. He planned to spend the next hour screwing V and the rest of the two hours and forty minutes to sleep some.82

And that is exactly what he did.83

Justine let out a loud sigh as France took V away from her. Now she was left to herself. She was on ‘vacation’ apparently so she couldn’t really work. The bartender gave a few drinks and that was about it. Besides that she sulked around and observed the rest of the bar. Going through the private bathrooms to make sure everything was in order, and the regular bathrooms to see if they were clean. Afterwards, Lewis had brought her home to her apartment, going back to work himself and leaving her with a PS3 and Xbox 360. Then there was her laptop. But she used her game systems more than the computer. 84

And she decided she would use the Xbox 360 and play guitar hero. It would giver something to do. But after playing the game for so long she got bored and changed it to a fighting game like Assassins Creed. She was almost done with that game anyway. Mind as well beat it and move onto the next game in her endless stack of video games and so called fun. 85