King Tomb (Page 55)

Tilting my head, I smiled down at him, baring my teeth and whispering softly, “Amazing, isn’t it?” I bent close to his face. “Everyone here is going to see you cum…because you won’t be able to stop it…then I’ll put a bullet through your brain.”

My eyes glowed as his eyes darted to everyone standing around us, even as he trembled with desire. I shoved a heavy dose, instead of the little bit I was using, of my power down my arm to my finger. Directly into him. I watched with no expression as his breath caught and he shouted, instantly trying to grab me down onto him. Rearranging myself as he thrashed and moaned, I unsheathed two of my knives and stabbed his wandering hands to the ground, keeping grasping hands away. He didn’t even seem to notice, his sweaty face etched with desire as he stared up at me, mouth wide on a keening cry.

“About there.” I removed my gun from its holster and as soon as I felt his body jerk under me, his head tilting back as he shouted, I lifted my finger from his forehead as he came, releasing him from the power to see everyone around him during his intimate release. He choked, eyes wide on me as he spasmed under my legs. Bending to his face, I whispered, “Humiliating justice for the disgraced deed.” I placed my gun to his head just as his chin started to tremble, his body still quaking. “Don’t cry and shame yourself further.” Panting, he swallowed hard, and by God, glared up at me. “Finally, some damn balls. Good for you.”

I shot him dead.

Returning my gun to its holster, I jerked my knives from his staked palms, wiping them on my pants before resheathing them. Standing, I swayed a moment, but I steadied quickly enough from the blood loss I’d had at the hands of the dead man below me.

I stared at the men silently watching me with unreadable expressions. “What?” I blinked, turning my attention to Antonio. “It’s not like I haven’t done that before.” I shrugged. “Or worse.” Although, Antonio usually wasn’t around while I did it.

He stared. “All those rumors I heard about your interrogations?”

My jaw seesawed. “Don’t ask questions if you really don’t want to know the answers.”

Ezra’s lips trembled, his eyes beginning to dance. “I might enjoy hearing about them.” His head tilted to the side, a deep, soft chuckle escaping his lips. It sounded purely deviant, piquing my curiosity. “We could swap stories, if you’d like, Queen Ruckler. Possibly educate one another, since I also take care of our interrogations.”

Instantly, I knew my eyes gleamed. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that, King Zeller.”

He nodded once. Date set. Morbid, yes, but highly enjoyable.

Quietly, Elder Merrick muttered, “Fucking hell.”

“Frightening as f**k, more like,” Elder Jacobs whispered, his eyes darting back and forth between us. “You don’t even have to be told who raised them to know.”

Elder Zeller only grunted, then he murmured, “Well, I guess you two have found some common ground.” He waved a hand at the door. “But I believe we have unfinished business.”

I sat the next fight out as per Antonio’s instructions. I really didn’t have a problem with that, feeling as I was, and I knew he was giving me a chance to go drink my fill on blood to recuperate. So I did just that, drinking on a Com who wasn’t quiet dead yet. When I was full and able to walk properly without teetering, I moved to the front of the building where I could hear the last of the fighting.

It went fairly smoothly, everyone dead but our target. Ezra used his power to put the Com under a mind hold. Soon we were following the Com, who moved like a robot to the center of the building, where he took us through multiple key-coded access points, then to an elevator. We rode down silently then used the robot-like Com as a body shield when we exited the elevator into a room with ten armed Coms. They went down quickly, except for our next target, which Elder Zeller put under a mind hold, but this Com didn’t have the access key we needed to get past the enormous rounded steel door that reminded me of a bank’s vault. So Elder Jacobs whipped up some wind and blew the f**king thing in.

It got a bit hairy after that, with even more Coms in lab coats in the next room. The room was like a morgue for the Beasts, except that the Beasts were still alive, strapped to metal tables and drugged enough that they only lay there as we fought. A shot of pain erupted against my palm as I shoved off one of the tables when I kicked a Com in the head, and I grunted, staring at the table for a moment as I tried to wipe the Com’s brain from my boot. I blinked, then I shouted, “Don’t touch the tables. They’re pure silver!” No wonder the Beasts were just lying there.

Antonio shouted across the expanse of the sterile room, and I turned even as I used one of my Cizanos to slice off the head of a Com sneaking up on me. Three Coms had him pinned to a table, effectively cutting off his power, making him fight three on one even as the silver affected him. He managed to incapacitate two of them, but the third grabbed one of his knives. Quickly, I lifted my gun, but the Com still jabbed the knife into the side of his neck. I fired, already running toward him, my body trembling in fury as I roared my anger.

Elder Zeller blurred past me, and I fired at all Coms between us and Antonio’s falling form. A Com got past me, but I saw Ezra race after him, killing him before he could hit a button on the wall. None of that really mattered though, as I came to a stop, skidding on the blood on the tiled floor and falling to my knees next to Elder Zeller, who had caught Antonio before he hit the ground. Eyes darting to Elder Zeller, who also looked panicked staring down at Antonio, I asked, “Do I take it out or leave it in?” Antonio was wheezing, but he was still breathing. “I don’t know if he can heal himself.”

Antonio tried to speak, but only odd sounds came out and Elder Zeller didn’t answer me.

Growling, I stared into Antonio’s eyes. “One blink for yes, two for no. Should I remove it?” Two blinks. I stared at the hilt of the knife, but I couldn’t see the blade. “Is it one of your silver knives?” One blink. “Shit.” The sounds of fighting were beginning to decrease around us, and I placed my hands on Antonio. “Can you flash to camp?” Two blinks. “If I leave now with you, will you make it there alive?” No blinks. He didn’t know. “That’s better than no. Time to go.”

I yanked him from Elder Zeller’s grip, and Antonio instantly started trembling, which meant Elder Zeller had been giving him peace. I substituted it the best way I could, pouring soothing Shifter power into him, and his shaking decreased a bit. Holding him tight in my arms, I juggled him for a moment then stood. The fighting was done, thank God.