Chapter 37

Tiffany
She leaned against the sink glaring at herself in the mirror. She was glad the potion had finally worn off. The last four days had been a living hell on her. She had only wanted to stare at herself in the mirror and bring herself to multiple orgasms in front of it. The love potion she had put into the king’s drink had backfired on her when her bitch of a sister had made her drink it. She had been so enthralled with herself, as if she was the only one in the world. She already thought she was the most important person in the universe, but this was way too much. It was just one more time she had been caught by the stupid little girl in the middle of her plans to get to the king. She was getting so sick of her. She cursed and blinked, shutting down her thoughts to stare at her tired reflection again.
“Well, aren’t you just the little failure?,” She hissed. “You had one job! It’s simple. Kill the king! You can’t even do that?”
‘It’s all that halflings fault,’ Kimber, her wolf, spat.
‘You are the weak one, not her! I don’t want to bow to her!’
Kimber growled. ‘So, don’t bend to her! Next time, I will let you fight it and see where it gets you when you fight someone above you.’
‘She’s not above me! She is above you!’
Kimber laughed. ‘We are one, you foolish human! Now, go see your mate. You need him to complete this asinine task.’
‘He is your mate, too, or have you forgotten?’
Kimber laughed. ‘That’s where you and I differ. I don’t want a man who longs for another.’
She faded to the back of Tiffany’s mind, still cackling. Tiffany growled and punched the mirror, screaming out in frustration. Glass shards rained down around her, leaving little cuts that healed almost instantly.
“Fuck! Can’t you just be on my side again?,” she grunted. “You were all for tormenting them before we got here. What the hell is your problem lately? Do you need to get laid? I can arrange that again.”
Kimber started purring in her head. It was the only positive thing that she had done in the last 2 weeks. She giggled. Guess it was time to get ready to go see her pathetic mate. She quickly pulled a dress on and grabbed the vial that held the potion to hide scents. She spritzed herself with the liquid. She opened the bedroom door and inhaled deeply. Finding nobody in the hallway, she crept out and down it, before pausing to scent again. She cautiously made her way out of the castle. She stepped behind a tree to shift. Kimber picked up her dress in her mouth, before running the 4 miles to the hospital. She hurriedly shifted back and walked inside. She smiled at the nurse and gave her a little wave.
“Hey, Tiffany! I wasn’t expecting to see you anymore, now that your week was up.”
“Hey, Marabelle.” She smiled and covered her cheeks shyly, trying to pretend she was blushing. “He is very handsome.”
Marabelle laughed. “Do you have a crush on the beta, Tiff?”
Tiffany winked at her. “Maybe. May I go see him?”
“Of course. Please, let me know if you need anything.”
“I will.” She reached over the desk to take the woman’s hands. “Thank you so much, love.”
Marabelle beamed. “Of course. Enjoy your visit.”
Tiffany smirked. “Oh, I always do.”
She walked to the end of the hall where his room was. Each step she took made her angrier, which was no different than any of the other days she had come to visit him. She shut the door behind her and pulled the curtain around his bed. She leapt on top of him and grinned down at him.
“My, my, my, aren't you looking handsome today, Malcolm?”
She punched him in the face and his head turned to the left. Blood trickled out of his nose and she let out a little giggle. She punched him again and his nose broke with a sickening crunch.
“That’s for not choosing me, asshole.”
She moved over his face and rubbed her wet pussy all over his face. She moved back to his lap, leaning forward to sniff his skin.
“Mhmmm, now you smell like another man’s cum, you little bitch. That’s exactly what you deserve. You disgust me. I wish you never existed. I wish you weren’t my mate and above all else, I wish you would just die.” She ran her fingers down his face and thrust them into his mouth. She tossed her head back to laugh. “You really aren’t worth my time to save, but Kimber seems to think that we need you to kill that bastard.” She slapped him. “So, wake the fuck up already.”
She leaned down to lick at his blood, before reaching between them to stroke his cock. When he was hard, she shifted the blankets out of the way. She balled her skirts in one hand and slid down onto him. She put her hand on his chest as she began to move her hips. Kimber mewled in pleasure in her head.
‘Oh, Goddess, yes! He feels so good,’ she panted.
Tiffany ground against his cock until she was ready to explode, doing her best to make sure Kimber got to feel the mate bond as intensely as she could. She felt his cock twitch and she giggled. Her head fell back. She dragged her claws down his chest and took pleasure in the blood that welled up.
“Malcolm,” she moaned.
She forced his mouth open and tore into her wrist with her elongated teeth. She let her blood drip down into his mouth, before rubbing his throat to make him swallow. She moaned again and orgasmed around his cock. She slumped forward a little onto his chest, panting. She lay there for a few minutes, letting herself enjoy the mate bond, before climbing off of him. She pressed a kiss to his lips.
“Same time, tomorrow, asshole.”
She spritzed herself again with the potion. She walked out and after waving to Marabelle, jogged outside. She went behind the dumpster to shift. Kimber sprinted all the way to the small house Carla now lived at. She quickly got dressed before going up to knock on the door. Carla immediately pulled it open. Her face broke out into a huge smile as she tugged the strap on her dress up, breathlessly.
“Tiffany, hey.”
Tiffany tilted her head. “Are you busy?”
“Not really. Thomas and I were just fucking.”
Tiffany raised her eyebrow. “Can I join?”
Thomas laughed from behind them as he walked up behind them. He leaned past Carla to cup Tiffany’s breast.
“Work out your business with Carla first, I’ll wait for a bit.”
Tiffany kissed Carla passionately. “Let’s go talk.”
Carla stepped back to let Tiffany in. Thomas stepped behind Tiffany and massaged her ass as they walked to the office. He bent Carla over the desk as Tiffany sat in the chair, watching him fuck her best friend and longtime lover. She spread her legs and began to finger herself.
“So, I need a way into the king’s bed. Any ideas?”
Carla moaned. “Did the love potion not work?”
“The little cunt caught me and I spent the last few days obsessed with myself.”
“That doesn’t sound like a problem to me,” Thomas muttered, watching her.
She smirked. “Do you want to fuck me, Thomas?”
He slapped Carla’s ass. “Oh, yes.”
Carla arched her back. “Let’s drug his food and slip a little blue pill in along with rohypnol. It won’t last long, but long enough to get the job done.”
Tiffany leaned forward to grip her chin. “I like that idea. Now, lick my pussy.”
She climbed on the desk, as Thomas flipped Carla over. Tiffany took her dress off and straddled Carla’s face. She rode her face as she began to kiss Thomas. He growled and grabbed her around her throat. He forced her head down towards Carla’s pussy. She licked it, running her tongue along his cock every time he pulled out. He pulled out to force himself inside of Tiffany’s mouth. He squeezed her throat.
“You are such a little whore and I love it.”
Tiffany smirked up at him and swallowed, pulling him deeper into her throat. She flexed her throat around him and he came, shooting his load down it. She pulled off and flipped her body around to lay flat on top of Carla. Thomas massaged her ass before sliding into her.
She looked over her shoulder.
“You’ll put the drugs in his food?”
“What’s in it for me?”
She leaned down to french Carla, before kissing down her neck to suck on her breasts.
“I’ll let you fuck me anytime you want.”
He groaned. “Get them for me and I will drug him for you.”
She pushed back against him and rolled her body. He cursed.
“Tonight!,” she ordered.
“Tonight, I promise."