The Limits

Chapter 20

Langdon found himself drawn to you, not understanding if it was romantic or maternal. Part of him wanted to take you away from Venable, his heart lurching in jealousy whenever you interacted with her. He clenched his fists when he saw you smile at her, wanting you to smile at him like that.

Michael scheduled an interview with you tomorrow after he met with Andre. He quivered in rage, his jealousy making him burn up under his skin. Then, an idea. He heard Satan whisper to him, giving him an image. The Antichrist needed a queen to rule the world with... And you fit the bill.

You found yourself laying beside Wilhemina, cuddling up to her. "Whatcha thinking about?" She asked quietly, smiling. "How I wish I met you sooner." You admitted, drawing lazy circles on her stomach. "I wish I met you sooner too. You've torn down my walls, (Y/N)... But... I'm glad you did." She whispered, yawning. She lifted you up, grinning devilishly. "How about I send you out with something between your legs real quick?" Venable purred.

Langdon was typing on his computer, listening to Andre speak. "What do you know about (Y/N)?" He spoke up, catching Andre off-guard. "She's stubborn, chases after people she shouldn't, and she has one hell of a werewolf fetish. As far as I'm aware, so does Malcolm." He explained, Langdon nodding. Werewolf fetish? His heart lurched at the idea, his mind wandering. "You don't suppose she would find... Men to be... Attractive?" He inquired, awkwardly looking away as Andre caught on. "If you're asking me what I think you're asking me, I don't know. However, I will say... She likes the type to exude power, someone who can take charge with confidence." Which is why you fell for Venable... Langdon took down this information, putting the advice into his document for you. "Thank you sir. You may go." Langdon smiled, seeing you come in soon after.

You walked in, legs lightly pressed together. You were filled to the brim and expected to do this interview. It's another one of those werewolf things, just has to mark her territory. You couldn't help but smile a little and take a seat. A bottle of champagne with two glasses ready to be filled, you bit your lip as your glass was filled, reminding of how Venable filled you up.

OH GOD DO SOMETHING! Langdon felt himself panicking, not knowing what to do. Sure he could flirt and make anyone want him, but he wanted to impress you. He wanted to- no, he can't do that. You're with Venable, he would have to lure you or kill her. He handed you a glass, taking a sip. "So, (Y/N), tell me a bit about yourself." Langdon tried to remain calm, his fingers shivering slightly. "I am (age) years old, I study the supernatural, and I have no idea how I managed to get a position here." You explained, telling Langdon how you never really strayed towards deviation until you met Venable. Then, she showed you how fun it was to sin, how to give into lust and greed if not for at least a moment. Langdon felt lust grow within himself, the imagery of you with him instead of Venable. He shook his head, needing to be civil about this.

This wolf was going to have to lure the lamb into the woods, away from the Guard Dog, before he got his share.