And just when they all turned their black eyes his way and started to shapeshift, a Male human was pushed in through the door and he stumbled and fell on the concrete floor in between the cell blocks. He shrieked when he looked up and saw the Weres shapeshifting. Angel recognised him as one of the men that used to accompany Alexander to visit Antonio Rufus in the past. The conversation in the study earlier replayed in his head and he realized the man could help his course. The Were closest to him pounced out of the cell and before he could grab the human, Angel leapt, wrapped his arms around the Were's middle, shifted his body sideways and threw him backwards. The human let out a loud yelp. Angel picked him up next as if he weighed nothing and ran back to the end of the cell block. Pulling open his cell door, he dropped and pushed him inside. "Thank you!" the human repeatedly says. "Who are you and why do they want you dead?" Angel asked. "I … I am Aaron. I know you! You must
A few minutes before, Nadia was in the dining room, taking her ample time to eat her dinner while pondering on the excuse she could use to wander close in the direction where she heard her uncle kept the Weres. She was dying to see Angel again to find out why her uncle had summoned him earlier. And of course, there was also the issue of wanting to see him alone again. The thought of going back up the stairs to her room without seeing him and finding out what was happening was putting her on edge. She looked to the entrance to the dining table for the umpteenth time, expecting her uncle or either of her cousins to walk in. She had brought a book, thinking after dinner she could use the excuse to prolong her stay downstairs. She could hardly say she wanted to go and read in the garden since it was freezing outside, and neither could she use the excuse of going for a walk. The grounds were covered with snow now and that would not do. She could not think of any reason to linger after d
Once inside the house, Nadia relaxed a little, pretending to read as she climbed the flight of stairs, she took her time trailing the guards. Once she saw he was taken to the room she found him in a few nights before, she headed straight up the stairs to her room to give the guards time to leave. Pacing back and forth, she wiped angrily at the tears still streaming down her face. The horror she had witnessed earlier, replayed in her head. When she couldn't stand the wait anymore, she headed back down the stairs, still using the book to disguise as she walked down the hallway. Upon getting to the door she stopped, pretending to be caught up in the story she was reading as she listened, wanting to be certain no one was in the room before he reached for the knob and pressed it down, pushing in the door. She walked in, pretending not to be paying much attention in case someone saw her. As soon as she stepped inside, she shut the door and locked it. The room was dimly lit, but this t
Angel clenched his jaw as the doctor removed the last silver bullet in his shoulder with the tenaculum and cleaned the wound poking deep inside his cut. Angel grunted, watching everything the other man did: from the solution he used to clean the wound, to the way he stitched up the deep gash by his side. An idea slowly formed in his head as he cooked up a plan to get Alexander’s man, Aaron, to safely get a message across to the legendary white wolf on their behalf. When he picked up a syringe Angel tensed. "Don't worry. I'm not going to sedate you, Mr. Antonio Rufus wants you alert – whatever that means," the older man said in his thick Russian accent. Angel didn't bother to speak. The man was a sadistic bastard with no soul. He had always treated his kind like lab rats and he had learnt when he speaks, he talks more to himself – anyone unlucky to be on his examination table just subjects. "Tight-lipped as always … I see," he said and chuckled. Removing his bloodied gloves, he t
Nadia’s eyelids fluttered and her heart tightened. He was studying her guardedly now – the way he did that night in the woods, and she hated it. She lowered her gaze, and straightened her back, withdrawing from him. Angel hated that her body was not resting over his anymore even though he was angry with her all over again. In a bid to make him understand her plight, and not treat her with disdain, she decided to explain herself. "My dad told me I have this little cousin who is terminally ill and my uncle needs the blood of your kind to cure him somehow. That's all I know. I have never seen the boy. " "Okay, let’s say that’s all there is to it. Are you telling me you are okay with it? With me being forced to give blood to your cousin?" He sounded chilly; almost as if he hated her. Nadia felt like crying. "I'm not going to lie to you and insult your intelligence, so I’m just going to come out and tell you the truth. Being born into this family doesn’t mean I agree with their way of
Getting inside her room shouldn't be easy for someone of Angel's build. He was hard to miss, but he was a predator; skulking was in his blood. While Nadia–seemingly unbothered–strode down the hallways. Angel skittered after her until they got to her door. She unlocked, pushed the door open and waited for Angel to walk in before she followed and then locked the door behind them. Angel looked around the spacious room, noting how exquisite it was. His heart tightened when the picture of where he stayed with the rest of the captives, flashed in his head. Nadia wrapped her fingers around his wrist, and he looked down at her small hand holding on to him before he lifted his cold gaze to meet hers. Nadia swallowed, feeling his cold withdrawal. "Please, come with me," she said in a soft whisper. When he continued to hesitate. She moved to stand close to him, looking up into his face, she repeated, "Darling, please—" Angel blinked and she saw the coldness melting from his beautiful eyes.
"I wish that you still have the opportunity to experience everything you missed." "We will see…" he replied. Nadia continued to cut his toenails, avoiding asking him uncomfortable questions. The tension in the room was palpable. "Music," she said after a while, raising her voice and the gentle sound of piano notes filled the room. Angel noted that the lights dimmed as well into a candlelight glow. He sighed, feeling a little guilty that he got to share this experience when the others were in that shit hole. Nadia got up and stepped out of the Jacuzzi. Angel watched as she packed his nipped nails to flush off in the water closet toilet. And then she went inside the shower stall. Angel shifted his posture, resting his head over the ceramic frame of the Jacuzzi as he continued to watch her. Nadia lathered her body and used a sponge to scrub her skin. Angel could not take his eyes off her beautiful body. When he was about had it with just admiring her from afar, he rose from the tu
Nadia writhed with pleasure. When he slowly drew her clit into his mouth, she ground against him with lips parted, moaning uninhibitedly. "Oh, God! Angel…" she cried. "You are so sweet…" he growled softly as he licked and sucked her until she came into his mouth again and again. He then learned over her, watching her spasmed. He gripped her thighs, widened them to accommodate him and thrust into her. In reflex, Nadia's middle jerked up, arching her back. Angel slipped his hand up her hips to her back to hold her in that position and pushed deeper into her. Nadia moaned. Angel closed his lips around her left nipple and gently tucked, suckling her. Nadia felt tears well up and spilled down the side of her face. Her vagina walls clenched tightly around his cock. Their moan resounded in the room.Afterwards, they spooned on the bed in a perfect crescent posture; with her in his arms; nestled securely against his chest. Angel closed his eyes and for the first time in a long while he a