Arrival of the Prophecy, page 12
Sky reached up, sliding her fingers into the opening of his pants and pulled herself up, tip-toeing to kiss him as her hand moved further in. Anthony moaned into her mouth as she found his warm flesh. He lifted her, holding her to his body with one hand, and knocking the desk clean with the other. Sky wrapped her legs around his waist the moment her butt touched the wooden surface. Anthony started working on her shirt, biting passionately at her neck until his lips moved over the sweet mounds of her breasts. He pulled back and tried getting her jeans undone, becoming irritated, so reached around her and ripped them open from the back. Sky screamed out laughing as she laid back on the desk, letting him pull the opposing material from her body, then sat back up and started pushing his pants down as his hand worked her flesh.
“I love you, Anthony,” she hissed in his ear, and then bit down on his neck so hard she tasted blood.
“My Queen,” he replied, as he entered her so harshly that she dragged her nails down the tender flesh of his back.
Anthony lifted her off of the desk, spinning around and knocking her into the bookshelf, removing several volumes to the floor. Anthony slowed in his actions, looking her deep in the eye, then lowered his head and bit down right above her breast, shoving himself into her rapidly the second he tasted the sweet fluid flowing into his mouth. Sky yelled out throwing her head back, grabbing at the air as the explosion riddled her from the very core of her being, and the two once again lit the room up in a beautiful, but deadly display of electricity. Anthony’s body flew back and over the desk, as Sky’s was pressed more firmly to the bookshelf, causing it to shake so violently that all but a handful of books remained as she fell to the floor.
“Wow, will it always be this good?” she giggled, rolling over on top of the fallen books.
“I think I broke my ass,” Anthony replied, pulling himself up on the other side of the desk.
“Are you okay?” she laughed, lazily laying her arm down at her side.
“Next time you take the outside, and I’ll press myself up against the wall,” he smiled, while rubbing his butt cheek. “Wonder why that happened again?”
“I don’t know, but I’m so sleepy, that I could lay right here and crash.”
“No time for that, unless you want to stay behind while we go to, Twin Springs?”
“Nope, I’m up,” she replied getting to her feet. “Look at this room…how on earth are we going to get this back in order?”
“We’re not, now get dressed we have to hurry,” he told her as he pulled his jeans on.
“Okay, but you sure you want me to wear these?” she asked, holding up the pants that were ripped from the back side so bad, they were almost two separate pant legs.
Anthony and Sky both began laughing to the point that neither noticed when Adella tapped on the door. It wasn’t until she knocked the second time and much harder that they realized that someone was even there. Sky squatted down behind the desk while Anthony went and opened the door just enough to see who it was. He asked his grandmother if she would bring Sky something to wear, then closed the door, looking over at Sky with a slightly red tint to his cheeks.
“How are you going to explain the room?” she asked standing back up.
“She’s the one that told me to take care of you,” he blushed even more.
“No way! She knew what we were doing?”
“Yep.”
“How am I going to face her now? She knows!”
“I think she knows more than either one of us when it comes to this sort of thing, so there isn’t really anything to be embarrassed about,” he smiled, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her nude waist. “Besides, we are two consenting adults.”
“That should have known better than to trash the room,” she snickered, as Adella entered.
“My, you two have been busy, haven’t you?” she smiled, looking at the wrecked room.
“Holy cow,” Sky said, burying her face in Anthony’s chest.
“What, do you think my husband and I haven’t done the very same thing?” Adella admitted, handing her a floor length skirt. “This study has many memories, very good ones if I say so myself.”
“It happened again, Grandmother,” Anthony added, picking up Sky’s shirt. “Only, there was no burning pain, just power.”
“Yes, I and everyone in the estate felt that power. The house shuddered as if we were having an earthquake, and we all know that wasn’t what happened,” she explained, picking his shirt up from behind the desk chair that was now turned over on its side.
“Everyone knows? How am I going to go out there and face them?” Sky blushed even more. She was just as red faced, as Anthony.
“The same as you will for the rest of your time. You are their queen, as he is their king, and all know you are a strong mating pair.”
“Don’t we have something to do, or places to go?” Sky put her shirt on and walked out without another word.
Chapter Thirteen
Twin Springs was what people called the small split in the river, which divided the Michelle’s land from the rest of the county, where other clans were allowed to rest and regroup if their travels were long. None ever stayed longer than a few days, without making arrangement with the werewolves first. This time it seemed that the wereboar’s were taking privileges that were not given by any clan member that was among the living, and did so thinking that they would not be found out. Dillan had sent out several patrols to warn of sightings of the wolves, but failed to place anyone on the opposite side of the river, adjacent to the Michelle’s land, thinking that it was off limits to the clan. Anthony had made the purchase of the land, as a gift to his grandfather, without any of his family knowing and was going to give him the deed on his next birthday, the following month.
The land had been owned by the government and was not for sale. But through Anthony’s ties with the new mayor, he was able to finally make the purchase that his family had been trying to make for the last sixty years. The house was once again full of the Michelle’s people and plans were being made to go in and take Sky’s stepmother, with the hopes that they could do it without the knowledge of the wereboars. No one was to change into wolf form, due to the scent they would give off. Only a few would cross the river, making their way around the camp of their enemy. Several others would hide in waiting in case trouble was to break out.
Kayla stayed with Sky on the other side of the slow running river, while Anthony and three other men, all dressed in black, started swimming in the dark water to the other side where they could see the light from the fires burning in the wereboars camp. Sky had argued about going, but with her lack of control she was ordered to stay put, with Kayla ordered not to leave her side. Adella was to make sure that the other men circled around and placed themselves where, if anything should happen that they could quickly respond to the action. Sky watched until she could no longer see her mate in the water, and then rolled over onto her back.
“Have you ever been through anything like this before?” she asked, as Kayla lay down beside her.
“Many times, there are always others.”
“Others?”
“Like us, just different,” Kayla explained, stretching her arms over her head.
“You mean like the boars?”
“Yes, but none near as nasty.”
“They do stink, don’t they?”
“The women are far worse. They are very much like their small wild boar kin, and have babies like them as well.”
“No way, like five or six at a time.”
“Sometimes up to nine, though some die. I have heard that most are killed if they’re not male, unless the female ranks high in their pack. Those who are lower in their pack, are used like dirty meat by all the men…it’s why most of their offspring are put to death.”
“I wonder where that bitch, Tiffany, will end up?”
“If she is to be changed into one of them, she will be meat for the taking. No outsider has ever made the upper ranks. One must be of full blood to produce in their pack. She will never be able to breed, not even with Dillan. His mother will never allow it.”
“So, is he their leader, or is she?”
“She rules, using him as a front, but he will swear that he runs the show, as most men do,” Kayla giggled. “Of course, our clan is very different.” Then she looked over at Sky, and winked.
Anthony and his men made their way to the shore a few yards down from the main area of the camp. They could hear laughter and fighting, due to what Anthony could only assume was a drunken dispute. He pointed to two of the men to go further down the river and make their way to the back side of the camp. He and the other man crawled through the high grass to see if they could find Sky’s stepmother. They were right on the edge of the grass when they heard Tiffany talking to Dillan about ‘not’ wanting to become one of them. She felt she wouldn’t fit in, and he was trying to reassure her that she would be fine, and not treated like the other women she had seen mistreated around the camp.
“You will belong to me, isn’t that what you want?” Dillan asked.
“I’m crazy about you, Dillan, but you never said anything about me becoming what I saw last night…I mean, you explained it, but that’s way different now.”
“I guess you should have thought about that before you wanted to get back at your stepsister, huh?” he replied.
“I just wanted to scare her, not kill her,” she said trying to stand, but he pulled her back down.
“You could take her place.”
“Dillan, you’re hurting me. Why are you acting like this?”
“Because, I need you to help me finish this… one way or another. Right now you’re feelings mean little when it comes to me taking what my father tried to all those years ago…he died a broken boar, because he failed his people. I will not let that happen to me.”
“I thought you said Sky’s boyfriend killed him.”
“Maybe I did, but that doesn’t matter now.”
“I want to leave now,” she said trying to get up a second time, and Dillan slapped her hard enough to knock her to the ground.
“You will never leave,” he proclaimed, as his men watched, then he ran his nails down the side of her ribs as she screamed out.
“Lock this sorry bitch up with her mother.” Then one of his men dragged her into one of the tents in the tree line that sat away from the main fire.
Anthony nodded to the man at his side. The two of them made their way back into the water and swam to the place that the other two men had crawled out, finding them in an area of tall grass. He then pointed to the tent, and all four slowly made their way to the heavy cover of the forest behind the camp. Anthony wiggled his fingers at the slender man at his left, and the man pulled out a long blade from a sheath down the side of his leg. Anthony placed it in his mouth, then began belly crawling toward the tent. About the time he was around five feet from the back of the tent that Tiffany was taken into, a man came around the side, unzipping his pants, pulling out his manhood. He urinated, barley a foot from the hidden wolf king, and yet the man never saw him.
After the man had relieved himself, he stepped back, turning, and hitting Anthony’s shoulder with his heel and fell backwards making a grunting sound as he landed on Anthony’s back. “What the…” was all that he was able to say, because of the sharp blade that ran through his neck, and the huge hand that covered his mouth. Mike, the guard that was with Anthony, pulled the man off of his king and into the undergrowth of the forest, where he wouldn’t be seen by the others. Anthony took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, and continued toward the tent. He could now hear the cries of Tiffany, telling her mother how sorry she was for getting her into the mess that she had, but he heard nothing in return for the older woman.
He and Mike both put their ears close to the tent, trying to hear more than two people breathing, but could make out nothing more than the ongoing words of the girl. Both sniffed the air, but the grounds were too full of the stench of weerboars to tell if anyone was in the tent with the two women. Anthony took the chance and cut the tent from the bottom up about three foot. What they saw when they looked in was only the two women. Tiffany was sitting with her hands tied behind her back, and Mrs. Delaney, was in a crate smaller than the one that they had seen Tiffany in earlier. Mike touched Anthony on the shoulder, shaking his head, and then pushed past his king to go inside the tent first. Tiffany opened her mouth to scream, but Mike had his hand clamped over her mouth before she could make a sound.
“If you want to live, you keep that little mouth of yours shut,” he whispered through grinding teeth.
Anthony came in with the other two men behind him, and he quickly pried the top off of the older woman’s encasement. She looked up at him with swollen eyes and tears began to fall, mainly because she recognized who he was. He put his finger to his lips and smiled. She nodded and gripped his arms as he lifted her out. She bit her lip, holding in the cries of pain that shot through her legs that had been tucked in the same position for hours. He saw her pain and picked her up like a child, leaving the way he came in. Mike looked down at Tiffany and then removed his hand.
“I should leave your sorry ass here.” He untied her hands and tossed her over his shoulder, following Anthony out.
It wasn’t until they were back at the rivers edge that Anthony noticed that Mike was carrying Tiffany. He wanted more than anything to tell him to take her back, but it was too late and he knew it. He slid down into the water with Bonny in his arms and made his way back to his queen. Anthony had decided to let Sky deal with the actions of her stepsister. Once in the middle of the river, where Bonny felt it safe enough to speak, she whispered the words,‘thank you’, as low as she dared, then laid her head on Anthony’s shoulder.
“Your true daughter waits on the other side. She is the one that insisted we come for you,” he whispered back.
“I’m so sorry,” she softly said, then began crying.
“Your husband awaits your return as well. He is safe at our home,” he explained in a mild voice as they reached the other side, as she wept harder.
He never put her down. He found Sky and Kayla and they all began making their way back to the vehicles that brought them there. Once there, they put Bonny in the back seat. Sky crawled in and held her as she cried. It wasn’t until Mike came up with Tiffany, now walking on her own, that all hell broke loose. “Why in the hell is she here?” Sky yelled, jumping out of the car.
“Sky, this can wait,” Anthony said coming back around the car, in time to see Tiffany hit the ground.
“I should kill you right now. How could you?” Sky asked with her fist doubled up.
“I don’t know,” Tiffany cried, holding up her hand.
“We can deal with this back at the house,” Anthony demanded, taking Sky by the arm.
“I don’t want this bitch anywhere near me. Send her back to the filth that she wanted to help…do it now, Anthony!” Sky stood with her arm out, pointing at the river.
“No, please. I can’t go back,” Tiffany pleaded, reaching out to touch Sky’s leg, giving her the perfect opportunity to kick Tiffany right in the face, knocking her clean out.
“She will turn soon. That will be punishment enough,” Anthony added, nodding once at the marks on Tiffany’s side.
“Nothing will ever be enough for what she’s done. If she goes with us, I want her in the lower levels as soon as we get back!” Then Sky got back in wrapping her arms around Bonny.
Mike picked up the unconscious Tiffany and started to put her in the front seat of the same car with Sky, until she growled, giving him a look that needed no words. He went towards the car in the back. Bonny cried all the way back to the estate, speaking low under her breath about how her own child could allow others to be so cruel to her, gripping Sky like she was the last thing on earth. Sky rocked her like she was the child, running her fingers through her hair, humming a soft tune until they drove up the driveway.
“Dad will be so glad to see you, Mom,” Sky whispered kissing Bonny on the forehead.
“I’ve been so bad to you. How can you ever forgive me?” Bonny replied, hiding her face in her hands.
“Everything’s going to be alright, and we’re going to be a very happy family from now on.”
Anthony got out and opened the back door, smiling as he witnessed the union of two individuals that so needed to become a whole. He held out his hand and Sky accepted his offer, then leaned back in and helped Bonny slide to the door. Anthony touched Sky’s back, then moved in picking Bonny up and the three went into the house.
Several of his people met them just on the inside, with Adella being the first, clapping her hands together with great pride. She and those who had gone with her had made their way back to ready things for their return. She snapped her fingers and two men dressed in butler style clothing tried to take Bonny from Anthony’s arms, but Bonny yelled out gripping his neck more firmly.
“It’s okay, Mom. Anthony and I will take you to Dad.”
“He is beginning to wake and asking for you,” Adella added, touching Bonny on the arm.
“Henry’s really here?” Bonny sniffled, coughing afterwards.
“How about you and I go and get cleaned up a bit, then go see him together?” Sky suggested, hoping she would agree.
Bonny gave a slight nod, and Sky in turn looked to Kayla who needed nothing more. She hurried out of the room to draw a warm bath in Anthony’s, and now Sky’s, personal area. Once they had Bonny out of the main foyer, the other men brought Tiffany through the house, taking her down to the lower levels, just as Sky had ordered. Adella saw the bloody marks on her side, and told them to inject the drug to ease her change. Sky slipped out, while Adella, and Kayla, helped Bonny in the bathroom. They had brought her fine silk clothing that she was well accustomed to, trying to make her feel as comfortable as possible.
