K A Knight - [Her Monsters 01] - Rage

by Knight

  Cupping her swaying breasts through the shirt, I tweak her nipples and Nos swallows her groan. She tightens around me, and I grit my teeth, using my feet on the floor to thrust up.

  Her nails scratch down my chest, writhing between us as her pussy milks me, her orgasm hitting her hard until I cry out, stilling beneath her as I fill her with my cum.

  Leaning back in the chair, I hold her against me as her and Nos’ kiss breaks away. Snuggling into me, she holds her other mate to her and he wraps around her back, holding her between us while we all shake and shiver from the aftershocks.

  “I think the break is over,” I joke and she laughs, making us all groan.

  We moved into the living room after our little break, as Dawn called it. Looking over at her and the fallen now, you wouldn’t think just a day or two ago they hated each other. I’m not even sure if they still don’t.

  She is laying back on the sofa with a file held above her head as she reads, and her feet are in Griffin’s lap. He has one hand circled around them, anchoring her to him as he clicks through his laptop with a frown.

  My phone rings, interrupting my thoughts, and I lean from the sofa and grab it from the coffee table, answering the call straight away.

  “Yes?” I answer, my eyes still lingering on my mate.

  “I have heard you have been sniffing around the packs, false god,” a familiar, gravely voice growls down the line.

  “Sean,” I greet curtly. I had hoped to avoid the alpha of the southeast packs, but that seems to have gone out the window. I am guessing one of his alphas went straight to him. Wolves.

  “You should have come to me and you know it,” he scolds.

  “I didn’t know if I could trust you,” I admit freely, and Griffin and Dawn look over at me with a frown.

  “Why not?” he demands.

  “You are on the council, I wanted to be sure before I presented myself to you,” I point out logically.

  “Fine. They said you were asking about missing wolves, why?” He is calmer now.

  “Am I speaking to the southeast alpha or the fourth seat of the council?” I demand, knowing exactly how to play these games, even if I hate them. Griffin’s eyebrow raises and anger burns in his gaze, so I am guessing he knows of the surly alpha.

  “Alpha, always alpha,” he grumbles, finally making me relax. I knew the alpha hated his seat on the council, but it was necessary to protect his people. I wanted to ensure that was still his reasoning and they had not changed the once proud wolf pup I knew.

  “I visited with the fae, they have women missing. Other supes too, and I wanted to check in to see if it was the same on your front?” I ask bluntly.

  He doesn’t act shocked, but he is brilliant at hiding his thoughts. Usually wolves are impulsive and not very good liars because of their strong emotions, but Sean is a law all unto himself. He had a bad upbringing—very bad. I brought him over with me when I settled here, and away from his now dead family. I think that made him the way he is, cold, some call him, but underneath all that frost is lava-hot hate.

  “Sean,” I prompt.

  “Yes,” he growls, and I hear something smash, the only sign he will show of his anger. “Women are missing, four packs now. At first it was one, we thought hunters, but every day more reports are pouring in.”

  Sighing, I rub my forehead. “This is much bigger than hunters, my old friend, much, much worse. I will hope to have some more information in the next few days, but I assume you are conducting your own investigation, yes?”

  “Yes,” he sighs.

  “Found anything?” I question, curious, wolves are the best trackers in the world. They pick up things that others just can’t, so if they are investigating they will have visited the scenes where the disappearances occurred.

  “Each disappearance was different. At first, the packs didn’t link up due to them not wanting to share information and look weak. Alphas.” He snorts. “When we did, some of the older scenes were too old, but we got some clues from the fresh scenes. Each one happens somewhere different, but they are always well planned and organised. This isn’t sloppy, it was a snatch and grab, and they knew exactly where and when. One was at a supe club. One was at home, one on a run...I could go on and on. Point is, they have all been taken from various locations, some within pack protected land.” I hear him rubbing at his skin, no doubt at the scar that mars his neck. It used to be a nervous gesture he developed as a child, but as he got older it was just what he did when he was thinking.

  “We sent out wolves to track and scent mark. What they found...it makes no sense,” he adds.

  “Tell me, old friend,” I press, sitting forward, and Griffin and Dawn lean in. Frowning, I place him on speaker and onto the table. “You are on speaker, I trust them implicitly.”

  He hesitates for only a moment. “Their smells were strange because there were different ones at each scene, and they were mixed. At one we smelled witches and vamps, at another...wolves.”

  Tapping the table, I frown. “You are saying the abductors were all different races?” I clarify.

  “I am saying, old friend, races that never work together are, and they are taking our people.”

  “But why?” Dawn muses out loud.

  “Who is that?” he demands, his voice as cool as always.

  She leans in. “My name is Dawn, I am Nos’ mate,” she says offhandedly, and carries on like she didn’t just declare her ownage and intent before us all. “We have found supes calling themselves The Others kidnapping here as well. They have been searching and forcing humans into that state.”

  “Mate?” he asks, his voice defrosting.

  “Mate,” I confirm with a smile.

  “Congratulations are in order, old friend, even in these dire circumstances. I can’t wait to meet her, but back to what else the fool enough of a woman willing to stick with you said, The Others?” he questions and I laugh.

  “Wait until you find yours,” I joke before going serious. “Yes, The Others. We found witches working with an unknown species and making deals with humans.”

  “What the fuck is going on?” he growls.

  Rubbing at my head again, I sigh. “I wish I knew, but I plan to find out.” Looking at the clock, I run my finger over the table again. “We must leave, we are chasing down a lead. Keep me in the loop and I will return the favour. Stay safe,” I say.

  “You too, old friend. I wish you the best of luck Nos’ mate,” he teases, before cutting off the call.

  “Do I want to know?” She winks and I shake my head.

  “Come on, Little Monster. We need to get ready to go to your human club.” I stand up and offer her my hand. She leans over and kisses Griffin softly before letting me pull her to her feet.

  Fae, wolves, humans...what else? How many people will go missing before we figure out what is going on?

  “You look beautiful,” I murmur, kissing her bare shoulder softly.

  Resting my head on her shoulder, I smile at her in the mirror. The short, red dress she is wearing clings to her curves, making my mouth dry up, and I want to fling her on the bed and fuck her until she screams. Cut low in the front and back, it shows off her pale skin and ends just above her knee.

  The sharp stilettos she is wearing boosts her height and she told me with a rueful smile that they double as a weapon. “Why red?” I ask, kissing her silky skin.

  “It doesn’t show blood as bad.” She grins, winking at me through the mirror and making me laugh.

  “Such a little monster,” I reply, licking up her shoulder, making her shiver in delight and lean farther back into me.

  The red of her outfit contrasts against the white of my shirt and the black of my pants. My shirt buttons are loosely done, and when she had looked at me and licked her lips, I knew I was going to be walking around with a hard cock all night. She said she looked like the devil to my angel. I told her that her angel is downstairs, but he isn’t pure.

  As if my thoughts summon him, the do
or bursts open, and the shadows of the stairs cling to him like a lover. “You fucking ready yet?” he snaps, but there is no real heat behind the words. Whatever happened at that meeting or after has shifted their relationship. At least now I don’t have to kill him.

  He looks at her from head to toe and gulps before turning pained eyes on me, and I just smirk, feeling the exact same way. He’s in all black, like normal. A tight black shirt clings to his chest, and it is buttoned all the way to the top, tucked into black leather pants and boots.

  She sighs, moving away from me until she can run her finger down his chest. “Hmm, you both look good enough to eat. Should have gone with red though, it’s going to show the blood,” she murmurs, caressing his chest.

  His hands drop to her ass and pull her close. “I don’t bother hiding the blood,” he responds, watching her.

  She laughs and looks back at me with a twinkle in her eyes. “Not a surprise. Come on, we better go before I decide to ignore our plans and fuck you both now.”

  With that declaration she drops a chaste kiss on his cheek and sweeps from the room, leaving us both watching after her.

  “Fucking vasuclo,” he groans, reaching down and rearranging himself.

  Laughing, I follow after her with a grumbling fallen on my heels.

  From the outside, the club looks like a low rent strip club, but when we approach the door and pay the cover charge, we are searched for weapons. I’m not sure how Griffin conceals his or where, but they don’t find any on him, and when I look over at him with a raised eyebrow he winks.

  We are waved inside by the vigilant bodyguards, and from the tats on their arms I’m guessing they are ex-military. Maybe even mercs. I know Tim associated with some and they meant business.

  Stairs leading up and down greet us once we are through the door, and deciding to pick at random, I go down with Nos and Griffin close on my heels. I can feel the music pumping through the floor, and when we reach the bottom step, a glass partition runs along the right wall, separating the stairs from the club down here.

  Running my finger along the frosted glass, I stop when we reach the opening, my eyebrow rising in shock. It isn’t what I was expecting at all, I was looking for poles and scantily clad women and lots of Victor’s men, but this...this is something else altogether.

  A raised stage sits in the middle of the space with two walkways leading around the room. Glossy black, with stage lights surrounding it, and a red curtain behind it, it looks like an old burlesque club. Tables litter the club with booths raised to the left and right. Next to the entrance I’m standing at is a curved bar with what looks like mirrors and lights across the back of it.

  Women in corsets and skirts, even a sexy suit, walk around serving, but so do half dressed men. The music is sultry, and apart from the servers and the man on stage, no one is dancing. They are drinking and enjoying the show. Moving through the opening, I spot the house band to the back of the stage as the song changes to some smooth jazz and a girl in a red dress climbs up on the stage and takes a bow.

  “Nice place,” Griffin comments and I nod. “I’ll go left and listen for any signs of Victor. You two try and blend in,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss on my lips before blending into the hustle and bustle. I blink hard, trying to see him, but it’s like he just disappeared. I’m concentrating so hard that I jump when a hand lands on my waist. Looking over at Nos, I smile and he grins.

  “Come on, Little Monster, let’s get you a drink,” he says, whispering into my ear before he leads me to the right and a free booth along the side wall.

  Sliding into the black, cushioned leather seat, I throw my legs over Nos’ lap and look across the club. I search for anyone I recognize or any signs of Tim’s people. I don’t know what Victor looks like, but I’m guessing he would be surrounded by men. When I don’t spot anyone like that I sigh and sit back—maybe he isn’t here yet.

  “What can I get you?” comes a deep, smooth masculine voice.

  Dragging my gaze from the club beyond to the server waiting at my table, I notice a white pad held in one hand. He’s wearing nothing but a waistcoat and some skintight leather pants.

  “Vodka, straight.” I grin and he winks at me, writing down my order as he turns his attention to Nos.

  “And for you, handsome?” he asks, running his eyes across Nos appreciatively. I can’t blame him.

  “Rum.” Nos nods, his eyes going back to me.

  The man writes it down and bows before leaving us alone. Nos leans in and plays with a strand of my hair. “You really are breathtaking, do you know that, Little Monster? This place could be packed, people fighting for attention, and all I would see is you. Always you. Effortlessly amazing,” he whispers, leaning in. Tilting my head to give him better access, I groan when he kisses down my throat.

  My eyes flutter shut, and when I open them again, they clash with Griffin’s from where he stands against the bar, with a drink in hand. I watch his eyes heat as he takes us in before he salutes me with his drink and disappears into the crowd again.

  “What are we going to do if Victor doesn’t come here tonight?” I ask, and he lifts his head as drinks are placed on our table with a flourish.

  Leaning back, he keeps his hand on my legs as he sips his rum. His eyes constantly scanning the club, yet he looks completely at ease. “We keep coming back, or we go to your husband and push him for information. Either or, we have options, Little Monster, do not fear.”

  “You’re right.” I grin before grabbing my vodka and knocking it back, signalling to a passing waiter to bring me another. The burn warms me, and usually after a few of these I would be drunk as hell, but ever since the whole dying thing it seems to take a lot more for a buzz to even start, and I haven’t tried getting completely drunk yet.

  We sit there for a while, watching the club and talking. More drinks flow and before I know it, I’m leaning back into Nos. “How long have we been here?” I inquire, getting frustrated. I should have known this wouldn’t have been easy.

  “Three hours,” Griffin huffs, sliding into the booth next to me and squishing me closer to Nos.

  “Anything?” I ask hopefully, and he shakes his head, throwing back my latest shot of vodka and leaning back.

  “Nothing. Not even a whisper. Either he doesn’t come here or he’s a fucking secret,” he grumbles and I lean over, placing my head on his shoulder.

  He kisses my hair and relaxes against me as we run our eyes over the club. “I say we call it a bust,” he mutters and I sigh, leaning away.

  Nibbling on my lower lip, I think. “Let me try one more thing. If it doesn’t work then we will come back or come up with another idea,” I offer, and they both nod.

  “What do you want to try, Little Monster?” Nos asks.

  Smiling, I kiss them both before climbing over Griffin and slipping from the booth. “If I tell you, I will have to kill you,” I joke, before turning around to face the club, as their eyes burn holes in my back.

  I had watched the coming and goings in the club, and I had seen men streaming from a hidden door next to the bar all night. I had thought nothing of it until I caught a peek inside when I went to the toilet and saw an office. I’m betting we might be able to find some information in there about Victor. Or catch his attention at least.

  While I stride across the club, I head straight for the door. Confidence is key, if you act like you belong, no one will question it. The door isn’t even guarded, looking back at Nos and Griffin with a grin I slip inside, shutting the door behind me.

  I was right—it’s an office.

  The left wall is made of windows looking out into the club, but you obviously can’t see in since the other side looks like mirrors. A sofa is backed against the wall on the right with a small mini bar next to it, and a lamp and a side table.

  A large desk is against the wall opposite the door with floor to ceiling bookcases covering the wall behind it. A laptop sits on the desk, but other than that this place is pretty bare.
I’m betting they are hiding information in here somewhere. Even a hint would help us.

  Deciding to get right to it, I head over to the desk and sit in the chair, wiggling the mousepad on the laptop to bring wake it. It comes up needing a password. Of course.

  Rolling my eyes, I turn away knowing I won’t be able to guess whatever password they use. I’m just opening the top drawer when the door opens. Shooting to my feet, I relax when Griffin and Nos come in and shut the door behind them.

  “This is your idea?” Griffin asks.

  I sit back in the chair and start rooting around in the drawer. “If Victor comes here, then there will be some kind of hint or sign, start looking,” I suggest, distracted.

  The drawer is filled with nothing but stationary and some money. Sliding it shut, I open the bottom one and grin when I see all the files in there. Pulling them out randomly, I spread them on the desk and start looking through. Nos comes to my side and helps while Griffin heads to the bookcase and starts searching.

  Pulling out more files, on what looks like an investigation and suspension of employees regarding money loss from the club, I freeze when I hear voices outside. Shoving the files away, I stand up quickly, and all three of us position ourselves before the desk as the door blows inward and the men crowded there take us in.

  One man steps forward and the others follow him in. “What are you doing in here?” he asks, and from the black uniform, I’m guessing he’s a security bodyguard.

  “Looking for Victor, know him?” I counter bluntly, leaning back against the desk.

  Laughter goes through the crowd of men as the first man watches me hard. I wait casually and the group splits down the middle, then another man steps forward. Some of the men circle us, going to our back and I have to choose between keeping them in my eyeline or watching the man in the middle. I chose the latter, my shoulders tensing from having them at my back.

  “You have been looking for me?” comes a harsh, deep voice from the doorway. Turning, I spot the middle-age man with a scarred up face surrounded by bodyguards. I hear the men moving behind me and I force myself not to react as something covers my face and I’m pushed to my knees. I hear either Nos or Griffin growl and I know they are going to cause a fight.