Bad Medicine

I go back to the twins and Janice. "Thorne, thankfully hasn't changed. As far as I'm aware." Arlo's bouncing up and down. "What exactly are we, I feel great. I wanna fight something" He punches his brother in the arm and is swiftly punched back in the face.

"Hybrid, The lycan king bit me. Long story short, I woke up with horrible monster teeth" Janice looks deep in thought. "If Thorne was to change, he would have by now. Maybe it's just affecting all you've changed, your sires."

That makes sense, I've only changed about 50. Most of which were my former personal guard. Not that I needed them, it was just for show. Alarich! Oh my god! "Dante call Alarich" He pulls out his phone.

Pacing back and forth waiting for the call to end. Dante steps out back into the living room. "Alarich has changed, I explained the best I could and informed him how to change back. He said the same as Janice. It appears to just be the ones you've sired. Your former personal guard collapsed too. He's informed me when the woke they all asked where you were and pledged their alligence. He will explain to them how to change back. He currently has them hidden in the dungeon."

A sense of relief washed over me. "I'm afraid he informed me the serpentine monarch launched a successful attack on the fae realm. They look to attach the human kingdom next." Relief gone, it was nice knowing you.

I can't sit by and watch some queen hopped up on ancestors, destroy my years of hard work. To risk my people and others. What is it with those snakes and disrupting the balance? "We need to attack. We need to take back our home." Arlo salutes "Aye, aye captain"

Dante walks over to me "We have 50 hybrids plus us, loyal to you. I'm not sure that will be enough to conquer the Queen. You remember the powers you used to have. She has that now, plus an army" I think for a minute, I guess their was a reason I was once destined to be Queen.

"Leave it to me, I will get more support. Janice I need to you speak to the witch Queen. Get her on board. Boys go to the human king, warn him of the attack" They all nod and we head for the elevator.

Once we have went our separate ways, I know what I need to do. I close my eyes and on instinct, I take in different scents. I find the one, I'm looking for. The Lycan King. I take off. speeding my way through busy streets, and then through the trees of several woods.

It's like I can see the scent in my mind and I'm following the path. Incredible. I soon reach the lycan kings home. I let myself in. At first, I startle the wolves but one by one, they bow their heads to me. The lycan king bounds down the stairs.

"STOP, YOU DON'T BOW TO HER! YOU BOW TO ME" The wolves are not affected by his aura anymore. The lycan king commands again, but it falls on deaf ears. Still the wolves are bowing to me.

I walk in his office, leaving the door open for him to follow me in. I take a seat behind the desk, in his leather office chair. Putting my feet up on the top of the desk. He growls at my actions.

I wave a finger at him " Tsk, tsk, tsk. There's a new sheriff in town" I gloat. Angering him more, he makes his way over. He lifts me up and I let him, to see what he will do. He sits me on the desk and takes his seat. Like a baby throwing their toys out a pram.

I trap him between my legs. My boots on either arm rest. He crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow. "Your wolves answer to me now, and I assume you do too. You will help me get my throne back. I might consider letting you keep yours" I say leaning forward.

"I don't follow you and what happens in vamp land doesn't concern me" His response just makes me laugh, as I feel the power of the beast rise within me. "It concerns you, if you don't want a war on your doorstep. The fae realm has collapsed under the serpentine queen. She sets her sight on the human kingdom next. I dont think it will be long after, she will turn her gaze on yours.... You don't follow me? Let's test that statement, shall we?" He just smirks and scoffs at me in disbelief

"STAND!" I command, My voice radiating pure power. He jumps up to his feet. Looking dumbfounded, that his body moved to my command. "I think you're my bitch now" I laugh out. He growls at the insult.

Now standing in-between my legs, he grabs my hips and presses me to his. "I will not be controlled" He snarls as his face moves close to mine. His lips teasingly graze mine "Is this what you want, to make me submissive to you?"

'Oh, oh, oh, your love is like bad medicine.

Bad medicine is what I need'

"Hmm?" he sounds against my lips, waiting for a response. Bringing me out of the chorus. He is incredibly hot. I feel myself getting aroused and by the pleasing growl he let's out. I think he can tell. He grows hard and I feel it against my core.

His lips take mine. His kiss is strong, fighting my lips for dominance. He unbuttons my jeans and his hand slips past my underwear. His fingers slip right inside. He doesn't waste time. The moments of his fingers are unravelling me. I moan into his mouth. "You are wrong. Looks like you're my bitch" He taunts pulling away from me.

Oh we will see, won't we. I push him back in his chair and stand in front of him. He rips my jeans off. Literally. The denim is shredded on the floor. He does the same with the rest of my clothes. His eyes roam my body, His hands grip the back of my thighs and he pulls me on top of him.

Pulling his hard dick out, immediately slide down on it. Slowly. "Fuck" he groans. His hands grab my ass. He starts meeting my movements. He's more of a moaning mess, than I am. "Fuck I'm gonna ...." He crys out. I bite down on his earlobe "Who do you belong to?" I ask, picking up my pace. "Oh fuck, Oh fuck. You!"

I remove myself before he finishes. He roars and tries to pull me back. I step further away. "Will you join me?" He slams his fists on the table. "Yes, Fucking, yes! Get back here!" I smirk at him "No thanks, I'm good. I got mine, I don't care about yours" I say gesturing towards his still outrageously hard length. "If you could get me some clothes, that would be great" He grumbles to himself, zipping his jeans back up and walking out the room.