Chapter 13

Osias

Berlin was so excited I thought that he might pass out with the way he was running around. All throughout breakfast he was bouncing in his seat, and on the way back, once he spotted the french doors leading to the Alpha Wing of the vacation home, it seemed as if the dull pain in his hips vanished as he took off in a full-on sprint, giggling the entire way. He looked exactly like a child let loose in a candy store.

It was refreshing to see Berlin so happy, as he'd practically been a living ghost swamped in oversized clothing when I first met him. He'd looked as if he had nothing more to live for, like all of the color and happiness had been zapped right out out of the world. Even though it has only been a short time, the smiles have slowly been returning to his features with each day that passes. Each word he says a little more strong, each step a little more meaningful.

I took my sweet time walking behind him, a smirk pulling at the corner of my lips as I savored the sight of his perky backside. Beside the fact that he had a killer ass, Berlin was by far the most beautiful person I've ever met. Of course, I may be a tad bit biased, but I could tell that even my pack members were smitten with their soon-to-be Luna.

I couldn't exactly blame them. He's fucking adorable.

"Fuck yeah he is." grumbled York as he - for the umpteenth time - pushed past the barrier in my mind. I swear, sometimes I wish that this fucking wolf could be exorcized from my head.

"You should let me out today, let me get my freak on since you already did." I could practically see his stupid wolfish grin as he finished his statement.

"No. You're not allowed to molest Berlin's wolf, asshole." I snarled back, walking through one of the french doors that Berlin left open in his race to get to our room and change into his swimwear. York's obnoxious grunt caused me to roll my eyes, immediately trying to shut his incredibly annoying voice out of my head again. Per-usual, he ignored my efforts and continued to spout nonsense.

"I'll give him more pleasure than you ever could, idiot." he challenged, the cocky smirk evident in his voice.

"Fuck off." I retorted, firmly shutting him out this time.

As I approached my bedroom, I focused on the important task of getting my little mate to the beach as soon as possible.

Lifting my eyes to take in the scene of my bedroom, my throat constricted with surprise at the sight of Berlin's pink swimming brief-covered bottom poking out from underneath the bed. It wiggled in the air as he let out a squeak, pulling back to sit on his ankles and presenting a slightly dusty, light blue tote bag in his small hands.

"Got it!" Berlin smiled sweetly, turning his upper body to look up up at me while brushing his hair back, which undoubtedly became ruffled from his scavenge underneath the bed.

"Look what I found! We can put all our stuff in it to take it to the beach!" he squealed, although the sound came out clipped as he jumped to fill up the little tote bag with sun screen, his sunglasses, and a large, rolled up beach towel. I chuckled to myself at his animated effort to get ready as fast as possible.

"Hold on, kitten. I have to get ready as well." I pointed out, until an even more appealing thought slipped into my mind, likely from York's much more perverted side. "That is, unless you'd like to dress me?" I added, sending a wink in his direction. The bright red color that filled his pale cheeks was a lovely sight, although he lifted the tote bag to cover it bashfully a moment later.

"I-I..." he stuttered with a slight shake in his tone, although his high-pitched voice was muffled by the fabric of the bag. His inherently innocent nature was endearing, although we both knew the truth.

When we're in bed, he turns into a completely different person; screaming, moaning, scratching, and squirming beyond belief while he begs me I pound into him harder.

Not that I had a complaint, of course.

Slipping my arms around Berlin's remarkably thin waist, I felt him relax against my chest. I took that moment to tilt his head up and sneak in a chaste kiss, one that left him whimpering in my hold. When I pulled back from his soft lips, I was greeted with the sight of Ber's half-lidded eyes as he stared up at me like I was the most interesting sight he'd ever seen. Although, it did nothing to help the rampant blush that began to spread down towards his thin neck. In his frozen state, I was able to look over his entrancing features once more, taking in the beauty that is my mate.

"How did I get lucky enough for the Goddess to give me you?" my hand raised to tenderly cup his flushed cheek and he leaned into the soft touch, resting his small hand on top of mine as the pad of my thumb brushed, soft as a feather, over his heated skin. At that moment, he was calm, his breath speeding up exponentially as he stared up at me.

"Osi." he breathed, his eyes twinkling with unshed tears that I'm sure he was trying extremely hard to bottle up. The shaking of his delicate hand over mine was enough to tell me that he was feeling both overwhelmed by my offhanded compliment as well as slightly confused as to what to say. I was used to the conflicting expressions that flashed across his angelically sculpted face, so I took the situation into my own hands with a smile and another soft kiss.

"Baby, as much as I'd love to stay here and ravish you for 36 days straight, there's a party on the beach and everyone is awaiting our grand arrival." I explained against his lips, snapping Berlin out of his trance as he jumped in my arms and nodded frantically, almost like a shaken up bobble head, as he remembered his initial mission.

"Of course!" he exclaimed, bouncing up and down in his spot nervously and reaching down to grab the large tote bag that slipped from his hands when I'd kissed him. The look of sheer excitement on his face was enough to make me hurriedly change into my black swimming trunks and slip my sunglasses into my hair for later before grabbing a towel for myself as well.

It took a little more than a minute to walk out of the back door and down to the beach, Berlin and I walking out into the sunny area hand-in-hand. The sun was hanging high and bright in the sky, beating down ruthlessly onto the sand that burned underneath my bare feet. The ocean waves were high, the ocean froth licking at the sand, and the vaguely spicy scent of barbecue permeated the air. Pack members were running all around on the private beach, and I couldn't help but smirk as I recalled Berlin and I's steamy night on the very same sand.

I could tell that the heat of the sand was also getting to Berlin, as he was jumping from foot to foot as we walked, holding my right hand tightly and his blue tote bag in the other.

"Um...Osias? would you mind carrying me the rest of the way?" he asked, his cherry colored lips pursed as he desperately tried to conceal the look of pain that was lingering just under his pout. "It's the sand-"

He didn't have to finish his thought, as I'd already swooped my small mate up into my arms princess style. He let out a yelp at the sudden movement before wrapping his arms around my neck and delivering a soft kiss to my cheek as a silent 'Thank you'.

A ripple of pleasure coursed down my spine as his lips pressed against my cheek, and I returned his act of thanks with a proud smirk. Even though my feet were also burning the hell up against the scorching sand, I'd do anything for my little angel.

Berlin waved with a bright smile at the people he knew along the beach as we approached the area where the pack was hanging out. First to his brother Corey, whose face was frighteningly calm as he handled a rowdy Ortiz, the spastic Beta's eyes determined as he tried to wriggle out of the firm grasp his mate had on his waist. Second, to his brother Tyrus, who was splashing in the water with our omega males in a carefree manner. Then, to his parents, the smaller of which waved back animatedly and blew Berlin a kiss before turning and smacking his mate with a black neck pillow.

It was amusing to watch the couple bicker back and forth, the smaller of the two obviously more invested in the argument. It ended when Berlin's Papa grabbed the smaller male around his waist and flung him playfully into the sand, not even hesitating a moment before crawling on top of the smaller man and kissing the living daylights out of him. Danny's anger melted away as he got even more involved in the kiss, and I couldn't help but imagine us in their place. It was quite easy, as Berlin took quite a likeness from his short Dad.

An exaggerated gag from Berlin brought my sights back down to him. A look of disgust painted his soft features at the sight of his parents kissing. He patted my chest gently in a 'put me down' gesture, and I quickly complied with his wishes.

Standing in my hulking shadow where the sand wasn't as hot, Berlin quickly set down his tote bag, laying out his colorful blanket on the sand before scrambling on top of it with a sound of relief. The sight of him sprawled out on his stomach and his bubble butt straining against the hot pink swimming briefs was quite a sight, and I discreetly palmed myself as certain parts of my anatomy stood to attention.

"Quit staring at me..." giggled Berlin timidly, sitting up on his towel and looking around the bright beach with a giddy smile. It was obvious that he was aching to find his friends and run out to the water, as excitement was practically pouring out of his cute little ears.

"Then quit being so breathtaking. I can't ever take my eyes off of you." I quipped with a playful and sly smirk, rolling out my towel right next to Berlin's and reaching into his bag to grab the sunscreen. His face flamed up again, bright and red like a tomato. Watching him blush would never get old.

"Let me put this on you and then we can go to the water, kitten."

Berlin happily turned around so that his back faced me, sliding between my legs and looking over his shoulder as I rubbed the sunscreen all over his creamy skin. It was a sight to behold, his skin. Soft, incredibly moisturized, and almost completely void of hair everywhere except for a soft brush of peachy-soft fuzz in just the right places. A strong streak of jealousy hit me at the idea of someone other than me touching this skin.

After his body was completely covered, he turned back towards the pack members milling about in the sand and water, some playing volleyball in a circle near the rocks. I watched as his eyes narrowed, scanning the sight. While he did so, my arms wrapped around his waist from behind to pull his petite form closer.

"Ready?" I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the skin right behind his ear.

"Wait just a sec! I can't find them..." he trailed off, straining forward in my arms to get a better view of the pack members.

"Who-"

Just as the words left my lips, I cringed at high-pitched screams heard from behind us. Before I knew it, three squealing girls were tugging at my mate's arms and legs, trying to drag him off to who knows where.

I couldn't help myself as a loud growl emanated from my chest as I stared daggers at the girls, my arms tightening around the small prize in my lap as I yanked him back towards me. I felt Berlin turn in my arms and give me a quizzical look, but I was seeing tunnel vision as the same girls I found sneaking about in his room before we'd left for the trip attempted to steal my mate away from me.

"What the fuck do you want? How dare you fucking touch my mate." I spat through clenched teeth, forcing my canines to stay hidden in my gums as York rose to the surface. My wolf may be a pervy asshole, but when it came to the safety of our mate, he became the most overprotective jerk you'd ever meet. He went absolutely nuts.

Logically, I knew that the girls were no threat, however York thought quite the opposite. Anyone that snuck up on us and then tried to yank away the only thing that truly made both York and I happy would suffer the full extent of our wrath.

"Osias!" Berlin cried out, shaking my shoulders with all of his might and biting his bottom lip in an anxious manner. "T-they're my friends! Don't yell at them! It's okay!" he assured, grabbing my hand to place it on his mark, hoping it would calm me down.

Well, shit.

I forced York to calm down at our mate's request, closing my eyes to regain my composure. I didn't want to ruin the beach day that Berlin was so excited about for the past few days due to my overprotectiveness.

It took a few long moments as well as a few deep and calculated breaths before I could open my eyes and release my grip on Berlin. Rubbing my temples stressfully, I gave him a faint smile. "Just... Go have fun, kitten. I'll join you in a second."

Berlin ran off with nothing more than a kiss to my cheek and a sound of delight that left me tingling, his friends running towards the water while he struggled to keep up with their long strides.

I fell back onto my towel with an exasperated sigh, sliding my black Ray-Ban sunglasses over my eyes as I tilted my head. I watched Berlin splash around in the water with the three idiotic girls, water cascading down his chest to his flat stomach as the girl named Callie splashed him. He tried to block the blow but instead fell ass-first into the salty ocean. I laughed gently as he pouted, taking that as my cue to join them.

I quickly made my way to the water, scooping up Berlin and tossing him onto my shoulders as I splashed the girls ruthlessly, my mate's squeals of delight gracing my ears and giving me the drive to continue my assault.

"Get them, Osi!"

And get them I did.

Unknown POV

Everyone and everything annoyed me. The floor beneath my feet, the sun in the sky, even the little twink clinging to my side and chattering away made me want to grind my teeth together until they were nubs, or better yet put a bullet straight through his head.

"Oh my gosh, it was to die for.." he droned on, as if I was actually paying attention. It was ironic to me, how he was talking about dying when I was thinking about killing him at the same time. I wouldn't mind fulfilling his wish, as he really was only a toy to me among the rest of my vast collection.

Murder was truly a friend of mine, as it was one of the two ways I could sustain myself.

Murder and sex. The two deadliest of sins.

I longed for the sweet, addictive feeling of someone's soul leaving their body, filling me up as I absorbed their very essence, stealing away the moments that made them who they were. The sensation sent a shock of pleasure straight to my core every time, hence the reason that I kept a tight leash on all of my toys, just in case I get a little... Craving in the middle of the night.

"Gus, if you speak one more word, I will make a special note that your tongue get sawed off with a butter knife."

The twink knew that none of my threats were empty, as his status as my favorite toy of the moment granted him access to view a small selection of my torture routines. The sight whipped him into shape, and from then on he has been a model slave. Or as close to it as possible for him, because it seemed as if his motor-mouth was volunteering to sign his death sentence.

"Yes, master." Gus replied, looking down at his hands in his lap as I pulled out my black phone, the number and signal untraceable. Quickly dialing a number, I put the sleek phone to my ear after putting up the divider in the car to cut off the driver.

"Hello." came the clipped and deep voice from the end of the line.

"Is the information ready yet?" I stated, jumping straight to the point. I'd requested something extremely special a few hours ago, and if my men could not deliver, then I'd have a few more test dummies to practice my gun aim on, as well as a nice little feast afterwards.

"Yes, sir." I sighed in slight frustration at the fact that I'd have to find another person to satisfy my urges for bloodshed today, although I found myself excited to receive what I'd requested. "Would you like for me to send you the transmission?"

"Yes. Immediately. You have thirty seconds." I finished, pressing the 'end call' button on my phone and staring out of the heavily tinted windows. It was less than fifteen seconds before my phone chirped, a video message displayed on the screen. A smirk pulled at the corner of my lips as I watched the scene unfold on the glass.

There he was, the perfect addition to my collection, sitting right there in the sand. Such a pretty little thing, pale and tiny. I wonder what his body would look like after I've filled him with my seed and carved out his entrails? I tilted my head and tutted to myself as I watched him, completely oblivious to the fact that he was being observed.

My smirk fell as I shifted my gaze to the large man behind him who leaned down to kiss the top of the smaller man's head. He would be a problem, but after I had the boy in my clutches, I could easily take the... little distraction out afterwards. He would make a nice snack to the main course.

The previous inhabitant of the body I'd claimed and soul I'd eaten had fond memories of the boy. When I'd first stumbled into the small man at the coffee shop, I didn't care whether he'd lived or died. The only thought in my mind was on which of my toys I was going to choose to devour that night.

But as the boy was pulled from the shop, I felt a straggling soul lurch up my esophagus, the faint ringing of a scream in my ears as I swallowed it back down along with a bit of stomach acid.

Since then, I'd intercepted a string of fond memories from the soul, and I smirked inwardly as I thought of how pleasurable it would be to ruin every. last. one, rewriting the memories with those of pain and torture instead.

Oh, the thought of his blood on my hands twisted my insides deliciously. With a lick of my lips I let out a proud hum, watching the video until the very end. Even a few moments after the screen faded to black, I stared at my reflection in the glass, my expression sinister before dialing another number into my phone.

"Commence stage one. I want him as soon as possible."

"Yes, sir." he replied before I abruptly ended the call with a giddy laugh.

He will be mine.

And as soon as I have his cold, dead body in my arms, and his soul filling up my stomach, we will finally be together.

Forever.