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was doing or if she was even working with a plan or simply going
wild from the surges of energy and power rippling in her muscles,
needing an outlet instead of consuming themselves.
He could give her an outlet, but anyone near her could be the brunt
of her devouring repercussions. He'd seen female vampires pull out
the eyes of lovers during the change. Insects during mating had
nothing on female vampires coming into their own or coming of age;
but, there was one grunt left.
If Jason disposed of the lumpy bench, the other grunt would enter
the room without suspicion. Between Jason and him, they could pin
the two together until she was fully satiated and power shot through
the base of her spine, igniting all her passion into one source. The
grunt might explode from the exchange, but then Constantine could
take the next step with her and try and claim her as his own.
With her on his side, the council would have to elect him overlord
of Rome. No one would be a match if she was his mate, and a woman
with power lust as strong as hers would be crazy to turn away the
chance of a lifetime, even an eternal one.
She could be co-ruler over Roman Vampires. Nothing in L.A.
would ever come close, and she'd have him; he didn't think the lust
was one way. His body would be hers whenever and however she
wanted it as long as no lackeys were around.
He let his nails pierce into his buttocks. Focus, he had to focus.
She overbeat his brain, making him space out into passionate dreams
when he could still lose it all, lose her. Being vampiric was only the
beginning; he needed her tamed back into a semi-social animal that
would heed to him, or fake it in public.
He forced himself out of his reverie resplendent with images of her
naked body conforming to let him in when he heard the telltale shuffle
of Jason's walk. Grudgingly he got up, but kept her in his side view.
She was making headway with getting some of the rope threads to
fray and snap.
Many more strands contained her, but he did appreciate the effort
she put into it. It was good Jason had gotten the marine quality rope
intended for keeping boats in place. He didn't want to see how
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quickly she would make mincemeat out of decorative rope or where
she would stuff the shredded pieces of rope.
"Dispose of the body without the other grunt knowing, then bring
him to me."
Jason sniffed the air. "Do you want him revved up?"
Constantine smirked. "Tell him he's about to get what's coming to
him for taking part in the operations, a little early payment. That
should stoke him. He's seen her, right?"
Jason nodded. "I showed him the picture you took."
Constantine's smirk turned into tight lips. "Then he'll be very
excited about getting his hands on my woman."
"I can't keep an eye on all three of you. You sure you ready to do
this?" Jason took hold of the grunt's feet and started hefting him down
the hall.
"Little choice. We have to speed things up and she's heated. If she
doesn't want him, we off him and wait until she calms down then I'll
have to chance it with her." Constantine kicked the grunt in the head.
Jason looked over his shoulder, dragging the sack of bones behind
him. "Going with the setup you planned?"
"I'll hold her up you keep the grunt from running and place him at
her heels in sacrifice, should help appease her long enough for us to
get into place. Have him come in his underwear to confuse her, and
tell him whatever you need to get him ready to fuck her."
Constantine returned to pacing in a wide circle around her. He
hoped for the grunt's sake she did off him, because after she fucked
him, if she fucked him, he'd have no remorse in biting the guy's head
off. She was his, and only his. No one got to touch her or come in
her but him, no one. If she wasn't so dangerous right now he'd do the
deed himself, but a dead vampire couldn't be a contender for Rome
and the outlying European cities.
At least the grunt might get in a good orgasm before dying, not a
bad way to go all things considered. Grunts didn't have the best track
record in longevity and could die permanently with a lot less
enjoyment. Constantine wiped the blood off his boot as memorial
proof to just what a grunt could experience. Did these grunts really
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think they could rise in the chain of command so easily with so little
effort on their own part?
He stuffed the growls slipping past his lips back into his throat; he
heard two approaching. It was time. Looking over at her, he
marveled at her tenacity. She bled from her head but still lunged at
the rope. Maybe she was even trying to tear out her own hair to get
free.
Her clumsy actions made it hard to know what the goal was, but
she was a gorgeous animal, so taut and lively. His cock grew
watching her, another animal he had to tame back right now. It wasn't
his turn to approach her yet and beg for safe release.
He pressed his shoulder blades together and hunched his neck;
Jason and crew were approaching. Steady, he could feel his fists
aching to feel the bones of the lackey's nose. Keeping his back to
them until the hair's on the back of his neck stiffened, he slipped his
canines back into his mouth and stuffed his hands in his pockets. The
stiffness of the leather was a reminder he had to keep it in his pants
and skin, no matter how happy the hireling might be.
True to his disgust, the man in front of Jason swaggered into the
room around Constantine, eyeing Helena up, confirming with his eyes
that the rope was still keeping her linked to the ceiling.
* * * *
Helena's eyes stopped roaming and began tracking new movement.
She sniffed. Not as good smelling as the tall one, but not far from
good. Her tongue tested the air he sullied. Letting saliva wash over
her tongue, she swallowed; he would do until she could get the tall
one in her grip then the hunger would stop. The tall one had all she
needed, but he was mean and kept away from her claws.
* * * *
Constantine bristled, his muscles waiting to spring, but Jason
moved between him and the prop to prevent Constantine from
dismembering the plan before she had her chance. Constantine swore
under his breath at Jason for being right, and at himself for being
unprofessional. This was his operation and his best chance. But with
that swagger, if she didn't finish him off from the world of the half-
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living, he would, mercilessly, for the sheer audacity of thinking he had
anything to offer her but a workable tool.
He stole over to her side in steady, small steps, as her attention
turned onto the new guy whose groin was pulsing. Constantine told
himself she would have gone for any obvious movement in her state,
but that didn't stop him from wanting to tear off his own clothes to
prove to her he was just as well adorned. What stopped him was fear
that she might tear off his ad
ornment as a new chew toy.
The minion stopped outside of her pouncing radius, and looked
around.
Jason kept behind him, arms ready to steady any fast fleeing
movement. "If you are looking for a weapon, you are out of luck.
You'll have to prove how manly you are on your own. You aren't
scared of a female, are you?"
Constantine held back his laugh. Anyone not scared for her was a
lunatic and deserved to die to stop inflicting his or her stupidity on the
world.
"No, but," the grunt chattered, "what..."
"Silence." Jason planted his palms on the man's shoulders.
"Talking will only anger her, look she wants you." He pushed the man
to his knees, and with a heel in the small of the back pushed him into
her prancing arena.
Constantine twitched, he wanted to be the first one to touch or be
touched by her.
"Hey," his mouth hung open when she looked down at him. She
jolted off her toes, going for his throat.
The grunt tried to twist to the side in a roll, but Jason jumped his
feet to either side of the man's hips, keeping him pinned.
Helena grabbed the man by the collarbone and yanked him to his
feet, picking him up off the ground so she could gauge the size of his
cock.
Jason braced himself so she could push the grunt against him as a
vertical bed and lessen the weight she had to bear.
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She rammed her body into the grunt, clawing at his eyes and face
while slaking her hands down the sides of his torso and making
mincemeat out of the briefs.
Constantine glided in behind her, and lifted her up by her
underarms so she could focus on devouring the lackey and not worry
about her footing.
She started to fight back, kicking Constantine between his legs and
trying to bite his arms, but the scent of the near-naked man's fear
mixed with precum overruled and she let Constantine hold her in
place so she could bite through the fabric hiding her prize possession
from view.
Constantine looked over her shoulder at Jason, the man scrunched
his face and grimaced at the grim task of holding the weight of two
others and still remain standing. Constantine tried to increase his pull
on Helena's arms to lessen Jason's work.
She began to snarl until Jason pushed the man to match
Constantine's efforts, keeping him in her grasp.
Helena's nails picked away the underwear and took some of his
scrotum with it.
The guy screeched.
She licked at the tattered fabric, worrying the skin off it with her
teeth, and swallowing the bloody flakes with added cotton.
Constantine felt the muscles of her back spasm.
She arched her head back, howling while pressing her ass against
his sac.
Her cheeks puffed, absorbing her feast's scent. Her own body
excreted a smell that nibbled away at Constantine's willpower. She
marked them all as hers.
Constantine only had a problem with Jason and the grunt being
included.
Her head dove forward and she latched onto one of the grunt's
nipples, slicing through it with her incisors, then spitting it out in the
man's face.
The man erupted into a steady stream of screeches. Constantine
caught the change in scents; she smelled ripe and ready from the
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rising yells of the man. Constantine forced his legs together to keep
his cock firmly between his legs and away from her.
Helena started to lick the blood oozing from the man's chest. The
lackey's head battered Jason in the solar plexus and his feet went wild
kicking at her and Jason with free abandon.
Jason audibly winced and kneed the man in the back for every kick
he received. "God damn, it, take it like a man, you little schmuck."
Helena looked up at the non-guttural sounds.
Jason shut up.
Her body prickled and she growled.
Jason reacted by pushing the grunt deeper into her chin.
She turned her dripping fangs onto the lackey and chewed off the
other nipple, taking it fully into her this time, letting her saliva drip
over to cause pinkish trickles of blood down his torso.
The lackey's body shook, as if seizuring. His tongue pressed his
mouth open to keep air circulating in and out of his mouth.
"We can't let the idiot pass out from pain. She wants him alive and
kicking," Constantine hissed at Jason.
"Got it." Jason grabbed the man by the neck and held him up one-
handed while his other hand reached into his pocket and took out a
packet. Gingerly tearing it open with his teeth, he peppered the man's
mouth and nose with smelling salts.
Helena and the man started sneezing in unison; her drool splattered
his face then she head butted him in anger.
Constantine felt her anger when her head came back, preparing to
impale the man, and half dislocated his jaw.
"Fuck." Constantine tried to fume silently.
Her body stopped moving.
Jason and Constantine looked at each other, bracing. Even the
lackey stopped his moans, terrorized by her sudden stillness. The
only audible sound was the hook in the metal track and the rope
twisting.
Helena sprung, her hands seizing the man's cock and pulling him up
into the air by the cock alone. Now the room was full of noise, and all
coming from the man who dangled by a cock.
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Unprepared for her to jump into the air, Constantine's wrists nearly
broke from the change in force before he figured out what her body
intended.
Her legs kicked open and she landed in a split on the man, her hand
preventing the man's dick from breaking by guiding it up into her
through her generous juices.
Jason and Constantine stumbled, managing to keep the two together
by bruising tendons in the process, knowing damage would be
repaired while she recuperated from the blood ritual.
Her weight caused the man's legs and ankles to buckle into the
cement in a bone splitting crunch.
Jason kept the man angled upwards from the floor
Constantine slipped his hands under her breasts to carry her upper
body weight and help her suspend to hit just the right spots.
She didn't seem to care that the man's eyes glazed over then the lids
shut, vomit spewing out of his mouth before he went completely limp.
Jason struggled with the dead weight, pushing the man's head into
an unnatural position, but Helena didn't appear phased by lack of
stamina anymore.
Her pelvis jutted up and down, the cock burrowing up into her then
pulling free save the very tip. Hip rocking twisted and bent the dick
but no sounds of complaint came even when it started to go flaccid.
Her fury stuttered and jabbing her clit into male hair, exciting and
swelling her bits until even Constantine could see them when he
looked over her shoulder longingly, her clit so clearly free of the hood
and swollen that she could vie with a newborn human male for size.
Heat crackled off her in electrical waves that shocked Constantine
up and down his cock. His dick refused to stay hidden and attempted
to find release through his pants to get to her ass.
"Constantine." Jason barked quietly but with a cold steadiness that
would accept no excuses.
Constantine grumbled and pierced his lip with an incisor to move
his bodily focus upwards. The air around him wavered, heating to a
radiant level as he watched in awe as she bucked into a frenzy,
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droplets of her juices and saliva going in all directions. She humped
the man's cock until her spine shot straight up and her legs shook.
Sweat formed on Jason and Constantine by her nearness. Sound
vibrated out her throat and hit both their skulls.
Jason let the body hit the floor, the cock pulling out of her and
falling at an odd angle, held on only by a sheath of skin.
Constantine held her limp growing body against his stomach. "Pile
up the pillows so we can lie her down. She won't be coming too any
time soon, not until the power has finished rewriting her circuitry."
"If it rewrites her circuitry." Jason stacked the piles as ordered.
"It will." Constantine laid her down on her stomach so she wouldn't
overheat. "It will."
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CHAPTER FOUR
Helena was sure she was hallucinating or succumbing to a fever.
She wanted to claw her own skin off for itching so badly, but she felt
too tired to flex her wrists let alone bend her fingers. Her insides
shrank, organs being wrung dry and withering so her muscles had
building supplies to layer new muscle on old until her skin stretched
so tight a quarter could bounce off her.
Heat built up inside her, tanning her flesh into leather against her
bones and tendons. Waves of energy rippled between muscle and
skin, dying to find a target that wasn't her. If only she could move
long enough for her hand to find contact with something else.
Maybe she was in an oven being tortured to death for a final feast,
because she thought she was going to burst into flames. When she
couldn't take any more heat or pressure somewhere a valve opened
and all her pent up force scorched the pathway of her spine jetting out
the base in a torrent of power that made her pussy throb from the
passage.
Lightning fizzled through her being, altering her aura to increase in