Succulent Prey

Succulent Prey by Wrath James White

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    already a werewolf or by involuntarily
    drinking their blood, or by being cursed by a witch or sorcerer."
    Joe paused for a moment in deep
    thought.
    "So, let's say someone is bitten and gets infected with this virus. How do they cure themselves?"
    "You mean for those who have become lycanthropes involuntarily, I assume?
    There are some who believe that if you
    sever the lineage at its source, the
    original shape-shifter that spawned that particular line, then you wil release al those wolves he created from the curse. That original werewolf would be the one who acquired his abilities voluntarily. He may stil don a wolf's skin when he hunts and he'd probably be envious of his
    offspring who manage the transformation without any trinkets or rituals. But most agree that the only surefire way is a
    silver bul et through the heart, severing of the head, or burning them alive."
    Joe shuddered and fel silent. If what he suspected was correct then the man
    who'd abducted him over a decade ago,
    stabbed, mutilated, and nearly kil ed him, was the werewolf he needed to kil in
    order to be free. Joe stared at the
    professor in shock, not hearing another word the man said.
    He was thinking about confronting
    Damon Trent again.

Chapter Thirteen
    Joe went to his art class and was
    surprised to see the model from the
    afternoon before waiting for him at the door.
    "Here! I wanted to pay you for that painting."
    She stepped forward and thrust a check
    into his hands for one hundred dol ars.
    "You don't have to do that. I can't take this."
    "Are you saying you don't need it? You mean you aren't a starving student like the rest of us? What's your secret?"
    "No, I'm not saying I don't need it. I definitely need it. I'm starving more than you could ever imagine."
    "Then take the money."
    Joe slipped the check into his pocket.
    "You can use it to take me out to dinner if you'd like."
    "Uh ... I'm kind of involved with someone at the moment."
    "In love?"
    "Maybe. I'm not sure."
    "But you don't cheat on her?"
    "She satisfies me."
    "Wel , that's good then. Keep the check, though.
    And if you ever need ... more, then you give me a cal , okay?"
    "But I don't know your number."
    "It's on the check."
    Joe pul ed out the check and saw that it did indeed have her name, address, and
    phone number printed on it. The model
    winked at him then walked into the art
    studio and dropped her robe. She
    smiled as Joe stumbled into the room,
    staring at her in that desperate way he had about him.
    You're going to be mine, big boy, she
    thought.
    Joe sat down and immediately attacked
    the canvas. In minutes he had run out of red paint. His canvas looked like a
    massacre.
    The model wasn't his type but something about her set him afire. She was such a wil ing victim, like Frank but a female. There was no way he could have sex
    with her, though. Not after what had
    happened with Alicia. He was afraid of
    what he'd do to her. Besides, it would
    have felt like cheating.
    "I need more paint."
    The teacher walked over and stared at
    his gruesome canvas. She gasped
    audibly.
    "I ran out of red."
    "Uh ... yes ... I'l go get you some more." She scurried away from Joe, nearly
    tripping over the easel in back of him. Joe could smel her pheromones and
    those of the model comingling in the air. It was like having a menage a trois
    through his nostrils. The model's nipples were erect and pointing right at him. Her eyes zeroed in on the bulge in his crotch. She licked her lips when she saw him
    looking at her. Joe turned away.
    "Don't tempt me," he growled under his breath.
    The teacher came back with the red
    paint and Joe once again took his
    frustrations out on the canvas. It was
    bloodied and bruised when he final y left the room for his next class. He left it sitting on the easel and felt some pride when he saw the model and the teacher
    staring at it and whispering.
    Let them fuck each other. It's a -bel of a lot safer than what I'd do to them, Joe thought as he hurried

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