A Guardians Passion (18 page)

The asprega were fast, deadly, and worse, they could teleport.

Hand upon her belly, Freya prayed that what she saw before her was a dream. She had only ever encountered one, and even then she had help, a team, Cole…

Freya took a tentative step back as several more clicking calls sounded. She knew full well what it meant. More were on the way.

Sure enough, two smaller creatures entered behind the first.

No fucking way were asprega invited to the event. They were there to do damage, and as the one before her glared down, Freya felt her skin tingle with the threat. How and why they were there, she hadn’t the first clue, but Freya would have known that their intent was devious even if she couldn’t read the murderous lust stewing in glowing blue eyes.

While the first creature stood before Freya, the other two moved swiftly along the edges of the room, blocking off the exits before the frantic mothers and cubs could even turn to get to them. In harm’s way, with nowhere to run, Freya wasted no time contemplating anything other than attack. She wasn’t about to present her back to the beast. Bun or no, she had only one option.

To fight…for both their lives!

Freya made her transformation for the first time in months. Shredding through her clothing as she doubled in size, she embraced the change with rapture. Beneath her skin, her rage was the only fuel she needed. The growth of dark fur, the re-forming of bone, the extension of claws brought her close to orgasm, had her shuddering with the command to become something deadly.

The larger asprega, aware of what was about to occur, reached down and grabbed hold of Freya’s thick throat, but even his grip could not stop what had been started. In seconds, her snout was set, her nails were thick and sharp, her girth and muscles expanded.

Lifted three feet off the floor, Freya struggled. She lashed out, needing to be free. She sank her claws deep into the flesh of the creature’s forearm and swung her legs up to place the sharp talons of her feet into the beast’s underarms. The skin was thinnest there, within the pit, and once the claws of her toes raked the flesh open, the asprega had no choice but to release her and try to establish another hold with his other hand.

Freya anticipated the creature’s move even as her feet hit the ground. She clamped the full vise of her fangs down on the asprega’s hand and severed tissue and bone. The sour citrus flavor of its blood taunted her gag reflex, infuriating her further. Freya shook her head vigorously until she could pull the appendage free. Then she spit it out.

The beast gave a shrill roar of pain. His eyes keen upon her, it drew back in shock. Freya only had mere seconds, and she used them wisely. Rather than flee, she took the opportunity to become the aggressor.

Asprega were dangerous because they could regenerate limbs damn fast and because pain was only a mild deterrent at best, so she couldn’t waste a single moment of distraction. It would have its fingers back within seconds. The only way she even stood a chance was by disabling the fiend and getting to the core: its hearts.

Leading with her shoulder, she rammed into the creature’s abdomen with all of her weight, knocking it backward and to the ground. Freya scrambled over the beast to straddle its waist and dug in with a flurry of claw swipes. With all the rage she could muster, she tore into the creature’s belly.

The asprega possessed a compact rib cage with little space between the rows. The best way to get inside was to penetrate from below and dig up, and she would be damned if she wouldn’t succeed. In an ideal situation, she would never have entered into close combat with such a beast, but she had no choice. How the others were faring wasn’t her concern. She had her own fucking battle to deal with.

The creature attempted to get its claws into her. He drew deep gashes over her arms, across her back, enraging Freya but not to the point of stupidity. Crouching down, she rested her stomach against its abdomen. She had to commit to the kill, and with the creature unable to get to her belly, she was dedicated. Getting through the thick hide of its stomach was the hardest part, but once inside, it was like yanking weeds from hard soil. Hurriedly, she pulled at intestines, liver, kidneys, all of which would regenerate if she didn’t get to the powerful energy source.

Splattered in blood and gore, Freya crooked her arm and thrust hard into the rib cavity. Beneath her, the beast bucked wildly, surely knowing what was to come. With a fit of brute strength, he twisted hard, dislodging Freya and sending her sprawling several feet away.

Freya got to her feet instantly. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of mass chaos. Mothers were upon their knees before one of the beasts. Another asprega was holding a mother in one arm and two cubs clutched close in the other.

Freya noted it but returned her attention to her own target. She could help the others once she was done.

Freya bounded forward, catching her prey before it could right itself completely. She caught the creature with the bar of her forearm before it could stand. The clothesline maneuver lifted the creature off his feet and brought him back down. She slammed her left foot on the creature’s throat with all her might and heard the breaking of bone. She scrambled to take advantage of the gargled wails of pain, moving to the triangular, bat-like head of the beast. She gripped him on both sides. Yanking with all her strength, Freya wrenched the head apart from the spinal column. The beast went wild beneath her, his arms seeking madly for what it had lost. In its frantic search, it struck Freya so hard it dislocated her jaw and knocked her off one more time.

Freya landed on her ass with the beast’s head in her hand, his blue eyes roving wildly, very much alive. Mere inches away from her, the headless neck had begun sprouting thousands of fibrous tendrils, already hard at work weaving into a new head.

“For fuck’s sake. I didn’t need this shit,” she spat, tossing the head into the wall as she stood.

“Freya!”

Freya turned toward the familiar voice, catching Ezra as he ran up to her, eyes filled with terror. The chocolate omega was shaking violently. He was covered in gashes and blood, his dreads matted in gore. Ezra was barefoot, and his pants were hanging in tatters as if he had recently transformed.

Freya didn’t have time for him either. She dashed over to the thrashing beast to pin it to the floor. Once more, she straddled the beast. She grabbed hold of his wrists before it could hit her again. Looking down, she swore a blue streak as all of her prior work seemed to have been in vain. The enormous, gaping wound she had created was now no larger than an orange-sized hole. Against her knees, she felt protuberances. In his manic state, the creature was sprouting extra limbs, ones she wouldn’t be able to fend off if she didn’t move fast.

“Get over here and hold these arms,” Freya commanded. “Now, dammit!”

Ezra stood his ground, gaping as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Ezra, now!”

Freya’s roar snatched him from his frozen state, and he came forward.

Freya thrust the creature’s two developed arms toward him. “Grab these. Hold ’em tight. I’ve got work to do.”

Ezra did as he was told, his arms doubling in size as he took on his man-wolf form. He was a remarkable sight, a beast with long, hanging locks. He used the extra strength to hold on to the brute’s already formed limbs as Freya moved down the creature’s body and reopened the wound in its belly. She worked into the cavity of the beast, destroying organs that had renewed themselves.

Freya finally got through to the fiery chamber that housed the two great muscles that powered the beast, twin hearts. She closed her claws around the first of the vital organs, and she snatched it out before crushing the pulsating muscle in her fist. The creature shrieked from both mouths, the one several feet away and the one that had formed on the blob of its regenerating head. The asprega jerked free of Ezra’s grip and nearly jostled Freya from her seat. She flicked the pulp and gore from her fingers and dug in anew to get the second foul fruit. No sooner did she pull the last heart from the gaping hole than the creature began to dissolve, skin turning to glittering white ash before her eyes.

Ezra’s jaw hung open at the crumbling mass before him. Freya was in a bit of shock herself, seeing substantially fewer females within the room and one fewer asprega. The missing fiend appeared only to snatch up another female, close its arms about her, and vanish anew. Melissa and several of the omegas had the third fiend down on the ground, pummeling and ravaging it with tooth and claw.

Freya knew that they had no idea what they were dealing with. They didn’t even have the first idea how to kill the creature. She was about to run to their aid when she heard noises coming from the thick, dark smoke within the gaping hole in the wall. She waved Ezra over, moving away from the opening as several more asprega entered the room, followed by yet another unwelcome sight: three vampires and the biggest asprega she had ever seen.

Freya noted the vamps. Two females and one male, in what Freya could only describe as corporate gothic attire. One of the females, a tall, slender Asian woman with eyes the color of jade, walked at the front, chin up and reeking of arrogance. The Asian was the leader. Freya had no doubt as she disregarded the blonde and the brown-skinned vamps who trailed behind her.

The Asian vampiress surveyed the chaos and radiated glee until she set eyes upon the pile of remains not far from Freya.

The vampiress looked from the ash to Freya, who was covered in blood and still heaving. “Well, I suppose this won’t be a total cakewalk for you?” She spoke to the behemoth that followed her and her group.

The largest of the asprega, undoubtedly the prime, chuckled before it replied, something only their leaders had been said to be able to do. “Phenomenal. Incredible. Dangerous.”

The vampiress snorted in disgust. She stared coldly at Freya and pointed. “Absolutely not. That one is mine. Get her for me, would you?”

“That one is too feral for you.”

“Feral is exactly what we need. Might. Her cub will be strong. I know it.”

Freya cupped a palm over her belly, getting the message loud and clear. They were there for Bun and the other young, the unborn. The big asprega were out of her league, and with no weapons, no explosives, and certainly no backup, there was nothing left for Freya to do. Turning to Ezra, she whispered low, “Get out of here. Any way that you can. They aren’t here for you,” she noted, eyeing the fallen and still fighting males remaining in the poolroom. “They want the females. They’re gonna take me.”

One of the asprega along with the prime advanced, the third following a step behind. Freya backed up a few paces, keeping her eyes on their slow approach. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to evade the fiends, but she needed to at least cause a distraction if the plan she was formulating had any chance of working out.

Ezra suspected something, stuttering as he took a hold of her arm. “F-Freya…no…please.”

“Hush, wolf,” she snapped. “I need you to run hard and fast. Get to my motherfuckers and tell them to come and get me,” was all she had time to say before shoving the omega away from her. Freya started off in a sprint across cold tiles littered with overturned lounge furniture.

She made it halfway to the other side of the room before she felt the embrace of feverish iron, felt herself jerked up and lifted backward against an asprega’s chest, another of the beasts rounding before her to grip her wrists. She was defenseless. Freya’s only relief was that before the pool room vanished in haze of smoke, she was able to witness Ezra running to the door that led into the resort’s main complex. Smoke and fire greeted him rather than the hold of monsters, but he didn’t falter.

Cute, obedient, and brave, she thought.

Chapter Eleven

Rayne shuddered, his body on fire with sumptuous sensation. Seated upon the great thighs of his alpha, stretched wide by the enormous shaft that inhabited his body, he should have been distracted enough. Fenris’s furry pecs were pressed against his back, and heavy paws tipped in lethal talons were keeping his twitching thighs spread, yet he needed more. Something…no, someone was missing. He had grown used to the softness of Freya, the curves of her body, her scent and taste. While she was firm and strong, she could never disguise the gentleness of her love.

Rayne had tried to hide his obsession, but when Freya started to show, his posturing collapsed. She went from being his alpha to his goddess. While Fenris had first claim, Freya was no less Rayne’s. Eyes closed, he dwelled upon every time she allowed him a private session, caught him alone and invited him to worship her breasts, her belly, and the thick, soft fur of her pussy.

Of course, she would wrench cries, gasps, and growls from him. She loved to see him helpless. And damn, but Rayne didn’t mind playing the part.

Acting for Fenris, he rode upon his alpha’s cock, even while reaching over to the bedside table. He snatched up the plastic jug of soy milk, placing the top of the container between his teeth. He twisted off the cap, spitting it upon the motel’s comforter before tilting the bottle to his lips. As Fenris pumped his hips, drove his cock upward, Rayne swallowed profusely, savored the shockwaves coursing through his body as well as the warm milk filling his belly…the way Freya’s milk would, had she been there with them.

Fenris clapped his paw around Rayne’s clenched belly, nuzzling Rayne’s neck with his lips. “You’ve got it bad, wolf.”

Rayne finished chugging the milk, careless of the rivulets slipping from his jaws and down upon his chest. The greed inspired by his fetish had no concern for neatness or patience. His balls were taut, aching with the need to spill, his cock harder than steel, but still he needed more. He tossed the jug across the room before reaching back to clutch Fenris’s head with one hand. The other played the spilled milk upon his chest over to the pebbles of his nipples as he drove down for Fenris’s next thrust.

“Is it helping?”

“Ah. Somewhat.” Shaking despite himself, Rayne enjoyed the feel of the milk upon his chest, the burn of his alpha’s cock slowly, torturously moving like a piston within him. He had asked for a little oblivion, and Fenris was granting him that. Caught up in the euphoric state between arousal and explosion, Rayne knew that the second Fenris gripped his cock, the wondrous pain would end, and that was the last thing Rayne wanted. He went so far as to demand that Fenris slow down when the big alpha attempted to pick up the pace.