Anita Blake: The Half Breed

Chapter Four

Faye was brought down a large stairs to a huge underground room light by hundreds of candles. She swallowed hard looking around. There were a several mirrors all around the room a large canapé bed that was large enough to fit five or six people covered in black silk covers. She took a step back her body hitting a strong body behind her and she turned to see Jean-Claude standing in the doorway she swallowed hard panic filling her deep green eyes. Jean-Claude couldn’t help but smile softly trying to comfort her but it didn’t help her any and he know it. A wall in the corner of the room opened and Belle Morte seemed to float in the room. She had changed since the court and she wore a simple dark dress now that seemed to float around her as she walked. Behind her Asher stepped into the room his head down. When he raised his head he stiffened seeing Faye and Jean-Claude and cussed lightly under his breath in French.  Belle Morte walked over to an oversized couch in dark flowers that was sitting in front a large fireplace with a roaring fire.

“Come inside Jean-Claude and shut the door.”

He stepped around Faye and shut the door, the door clicked closed and locked making Faye swallow hard enough for everyone to hear.  Belle Morte just smiled patting the spot on the couch beside her.

“Come child sit down, I wish to look at you in the light.” She pointed a long nail at her calling her over. Faye looked between Jean-Claude and Asher as waiting for them to say something, When they didn’t she swallowed again and walked over sitting down nervously on the edge of the couch crossing her legs and straightens out her dress. Belle Morte grabbed her chin forcing her to look at her gripping her chin hard enough there would be bruises later. She moved her face as if inspecting her over.

“The Darkclaw do produce beautiful offspring even for a Mutt like you.” She kept ahold of her chin hard look into her eyes as she called over her shoulder “Sweet Asher, Jean-Claude Come to me.”

Asher bite his bottom lip with the tip of his fang lightly he had a really bad feeling as he walked over to them standing behind the couch. He watched Jean Claude walk over standing behind him and he gave a soft growl under his breath at the man and was awarded by a strong hit on the arm with the fan that he didn’t even know Belle Morte had in her free hand.  “That will be enough of that Asher.”

Asher face went numb again showing no emotion again. Belle Morte smiled at her two hansom men, then at the pretty young girls who were sitting beside her so scarred and small on the couch.

“What you think boys she’s a pretty thing isn’t she?”

The two boys looked at each other than at the girl, this was a sloped and they had to travel with care what they say. It was Asher who spoke up first.

“She is very pretty my lady but not as beautiful as you.”

Belle Morte seemed to be satisfied with the answer and smiled still looking the girl in the eyes. She seemed to be in a trance now total under her control.  She smiled at the girl and made her stand in front of the fire her hands shook as Belle Morte seemed to me mind and she started unbuttoning her dress it fall down her body and pooled at her feet. Her check was bright red as she stood before them in just a pair of white underwear. Belle Morte stood walking around her undoing the braid her red hair flowing down her back and over her shoulder. She put her hand out and Asher came over to her before she spoke to the girl “Are you untouched girl?”

There was a long pause and her checks seemed to blushes even redder as she spoke in a small voice

“Untouched…ye...yes…”

Belle Morte smiled again touching the Faye’s check lightly licking her bottom lip walking around her. She took Asher’s hand laying it on her body leaning in she whispered in his ear “I want to hear her moan Asher.” She smiled at Jean-Claude then Asher “Both of you will pleasure her and feed me.”  Asher made a face but lead the girl over to the bed Jean-Claude following on the other side and laid her down on the bed. Belle Morte came over siting on the edge of the bed leaning down kissing her. She was shaking slightly under the kiss she moaned slightly arching her back slightly. Both the boys stripped out of there clothing sliding into the bed on either side of her each taking a nipple into her mouth. She gasps moaning againt the kiss as Belle Morte slide her tounge into her mouth.  Her nipples harden under there sucking and nibbling on her nipples. She arched and raved under there care. Belle Morte broke the kiss and watched her boys tending to the girl she was already feasting off there lust and passion and she know by the time the night ended she would be very full before the night was over.

Asher coughed stopping his story as the sounding  yelling coming down the hallway. They looked up just as Richard came busting into the room several men behind him and as always he looked pissed.

“Why was I not informed that there are werewolfs in my territory.” His hair was still wet and sticking to the side of his face dressed in a black tight tee-shirt that showed off every muscle in her six pack abs, warn and holey blue jeans and a pair of shit kickers.  Jean-Claude seemed to be very cool for the werewolf that just busted into the room.

“We did call you petit loup but you never answered.”

It was light the angry was switched off he coughed slightly mumbling something about dropping and breaking his phone which made Anita smile.  He came over sitting down about Anita. “So what is going on?”

That’s how the rest of the morning went telling Richard what was going on and trying to plan out their next move. All they knew is they had to find this girl before Sy Darkclaw did.