Page 44 of House of Wolves
“Is your cock getting hard?” I wiggle underneath him, feeling his knot deflating and his dick pressing against the walls of my pussy.
He smiles, his teeth pressing against my neck. “Maybe I like your attitude more than I should.”
“That’s one way to get us unstuck.”
He pulls himself free of me, but his lips remain on my neck. His new wave of arousal washes over me with sticky strokes. But he straightens, sitting up and retrieving his clothes.
I sit up, searching for my grey prison uniform. “So… you’re a pig. Like for real.”
He eyes me, stepping into the leg of his pants. “I’m a werepig, yes.”
I nod. It’s silent as he buckles his pants, examining his ripped shirt before pulling it over his shoulders, hanging open thanks to the missing buttons. “Does that bother you?”
I shake my head, reaching for him. “No.” He sits next to me, taking my hand in his. “Just why didn’t you tell me?”
He sighs. “I knew we were mates the minute I saw you. I tried to fight it, tried to keep my distance but life kept throwing us back together. I learned everything I could about you.”
“Is that how you knew where I lived?
“What?” His eyes grow, guilt-ridden.
“When you were drunk, you told me when and how much I bought my house for.”
He drags a hand down his face. “God, I’m an idiot. I can’t apologize enough for that night. I think it was the alcohol and the mating bond that made a mess of my brain. I was all over the place.” He shakes his head, his cheeks red. It’s kind of adorable. He sighs. “Maybe I did some light stalking, but I had to learn more about you.”
I scrunch my lips. “Light, huh?”
He waves his hand. “That’s beside the point. What I’m trying to say is, I never thought I’d find a mate. There aren’t many werepigs, and I didn’t think it was possible to mate with a different species of Weres. But when you burst into my office, raging and accusing me of fucking up my job on purpose, I was so angry. I knew what you were right away; your family’s history was in my files, and it infuriated me.”
“Wanted a pig-lady?”
“No, it’s not that.” He pulls me closer, positioning me on his lap. “I didn’t think you’d want me. You are so beautiful and strong. I’m a hideous beast. I was able to control shifting before, but with you at the height of your ovulation, I couldn’t hold back.”
“I’m glad you didn’t hold back. I think you’re pretty fucking hot.”
He smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His eyes grow somber. “That’s not the only reason I tried to keep you away. I was sent here to infiltrate the Hunters, working as a triple agent. I didn’t want to bring my mate into this mess. And yet…” He looks around the room, his body growing rigid as he stands, pulling me with him. “Come on, we got to get out of here.” The world comes back to view. This is hardly the time to be fucking and sharing our life stories. Our mating frenzy still clearly clouds our judgment, making it hard to think about anything else but each other, even escaping.
As if on cue, steps bring our attention to the opening doorway. Kilo walks through, clapping slowly. My body tenses, and my stomach rolls. Is he fucking serious?
“What a little performance you put on there! I would have come in earlier, but I thought it would be rude to barge in while you two detangled yourselves.”
Brick’s arms tense, and he grows, his pants tightening, and his shirt pulls away from his bare chest. “I wouldn’t get all piggy on me, Brick.” A swarm of guards barge into the room. I’m still under the effects of drugs. If I had my full powers, I could help Brick fight these mortals off, except their eyes are glowing. They’re using the serum composed of werewolf blood.
Brick must notice as well because he doesn’t attack.
Kilo clasps his hands behind his back, rocking on his feet. “I still wouldn’t doubt you if you came in to fuck her, but then you had to share your whole sob story.” He shakes his head. “I’m not an idiot, Brick. I didn’t trust you from the beginning. When Grimm suggested Carmen pretend to like you to get information, I tried to steer them away, but then I thought: why not? I had my instincts about you.” He taps his nose. “One of the benefits of being a Were. I decided to throw you in to see where your loyalty lies. I figured, allowing the Weres to couple you two together would be the perfect test to my theory. Capturing her, bringing you here to watch you.” He shakes his head. “Do you really think I’d give you so much trust—allowing you to be the only one on guard, giving you access to security—when we only just recently decided to allow access to our facility? I don’t know how you made it this far in your police career, honestly. You’re so easy to read. For your sake, I hope it’s just the effects of the mating bond, dumbing you and making you sloppy.” He smiles, and Brick lunges for him, shifting in an instant.
I was right when I suspected he wasn’t entirely in his pig form earlier. He isn’t a pig who walks on four feet, though. He’s bipedal, thunderously large, with hooves replacing his feet. I guess that could explain the hoof prints at the crime scenes. His hands are still humanoid but clawed and covered with thick hair. I can’t look away. Mesmerized by his strange and savage beauty.
Brick almost reaches Kilo, but the guards zoom to meet him. Five surround him, faster than humanly possible, and bring him to the ground. “No!” I yell, not noticing the two guards cornering me, one of them pricking me with a syringe. I struggle against their grip, but it’s no use. My vision tunnels. The last thing I see before everything goes black is Brick pinned down by five guards, clearly drugged with werewolf strength, but struggling still as my werepig thrashes. He watches me, accepting defeat—the same smokey eyes I know so well, riddled with panic.
20
Bloody Pig
Comingbacktoconsciousnessagain feels like an overdone plot point. There must be some serious side effects to being put out so frequently. Still, as I take in my surroundings, the sterile laboratory from before, I realize I have far more significant problems to worry about. I’m strapped to a metal table again. It’s boring, honestly, but this time, I’m not the only victim imprisoned. Brick is in a chair beside me, his head lulled to the side, his hands behind his back. His chest rises and falls, letting me know he’s drugged and still alive. I sigh in relief, but it’s short-lived. I turn my attention to the man standing at my other side; Kilo is visibly giddy that I’m awake.
“Good morning. You’re just in time for some fun. I love it when they’re conscious.”
