 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “frozen”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  “Are you okay? she asked. She brushed a few stray locks from his forehead.
“Been better. You?” he countered. “Still feel like I could puke.” “It’ll pass. You might try to eat. Strange, it sort of helped me.” “What the fuck happened?” “We’re mated. This thing keeps us from cheating on our mates.” “Another way you’ve fucked up my life in a very short time.” “Don’t start keeping track now. I have lots of time to keep fucking it up. I’m just getting started. Now, where are we going?” Dakota gestured up the street as she started walking away from him. “It’s up here a bit. It’s just a little hole in the wall shop.” He jogged a little to catch up with her. “So how many contacts do you have? Here. The middle of bumfuck, Egypt.” “When exactly were we in Egypt?” “Okay, then. Bumfuck, Tennessee.” Dakota glanced at him long enough for him to see her roll her eyes. “I wouldn’t consider this a contact. Ryan is more of a double agent so you might want to be ready to fight your way out.” “So he works with vampires?” “Sweetheart, he is a vampire.” Ezekiel stopped frozen in the street and gaped at her. “We’re walking into a smoke shop run by a fucking vampire? Have you lost your mind?” She turned to him as she stopped at a glass and wood carved door. One delicate hand gripped the door handle as the other reached to her thigh for her knife. “Zeke, we have an agreement. And if he breaks it, the odds are far better than they were in that bar where we met. So are you coming?” She pulled open the door and slipped inside. Ezekiel sighed as he hurried to catch the door before it shut. He followed her in. “Do I have a choice?” The tiny store was dark, the walls lined with deep stained wood shelves holding jars of chocolate colored dried out leaves. A display case towards back held smoking paraphernalia of all sorts including ones meant for illegal substances. Ezekiel had seen ones like them being used at the club. Not that he had ever used one. He preferred getting a high other ways like in the gym or naked with Dakota. A scrawny twenty-something kid wandered out through the beaded curtain that partitioned off the back from the showroom. His greasy hair came down in his eyes. He carried a rough wooden box between his hands like a treasure. “Hey, Ryan,” Dakota greeted. Ryan looked up at her spooked. He stumbled back a step as he let go of the box. It crashed to the floor, splintering into pieces. The leaves inside, a shade or two lighter with a tinge of emerald green, scattered over the black tile floor. “Fuck, Dakota. I just got those. That was some prime stock. You just cost me thousands of dollars. How am I supposed to retire now?” Ryan protested.
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 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “thanks”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  He breathed a prayer of thanks when they parked in a side street deep in the downtown area. He hopped out of the cab of the truck as she propped her bike.
Dakota cocked her head towards the top of the street. “Come on, let’s go.” “And where are we going?” Ezekiel questioned as he followed her. She smirked at him over her shoulder. “It’s a surprise.” They slipped into the crowds of parties that flooded the streets of Nashville. Music from the bars floated out to the street, blending with each other and the noise of the revelers in a strange symphony. Half naked woman laughed in drunken fits as men dressed to impressed tried to score. Ezekiel flinched as he felt someone brush against him. A wave of nausea hit him like a wave. They had to get out of here. “Oh, fuck,” Dakota muttered. She clenched her arm around her belly as she doubled over a little. Ezekiel caught four guys pass by out of the corner of his eye. All of them were staring at Dakota with the gaze of a wolf about to attack a lamb. His low growl sent them off in the opposite direction. No one fucked with his mate. He laid a hand on Dakota’s shoulder. He felt her tug a bit to get away but she didn’t get far. “What is it?” Ezekiel asked. “I’m going to hurl,” she groaned. He whipped his arm around her waist and tucked her against his body. He curled around her the best he could, using his large body to shield her from the crowd. “What are you doing?” she demanded. He noticed she cuddled closer instead of pulling away. He felt something brush across his ass. His stomach lurched in response. “Remember that thing I told you about mating? We might want to find a different way back to the truck and the bike. Where are we going again?” “An old smoke shop. We turn left in two blocks.” “Great. Let’s hurry.” The two blocks through the mob took an eternity. The music was no longer beautiful. It was noise that just made things worse. Every couple steps another hand caressed him. Bile burned the back of his throat. His eyes watered. He felt Dakota flinch against him a couple times but her body relaxed in his embrace. This was hell. He’d take crossing a thousand bridges over this.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “fudge”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Ezekiel shook as he drove onto the bridge after Dakota. It was irrational. He knew it but he couldn’t stop imagining the thing collapsing with him on it. His heart plummeted into the pit of his stomach. He whimpered as the other side grew closer. He was going to die here. He knew it.
He muttered the word “fuck” repeatedly as the tires crept across the bridge. As they landed safely on the opposite side, he let out his breath in a long, slow whistle. “So how big was it?” Josiah questioned. “How big was what?” Ezekiel countered. He cringed. There was a definite girl like squeak in his voice. “The bridge. You only act like a fucking chicken when you are up high somewhere. I’m assuming since you’re driving, it was a bridge.” “It was huge.” Ezekiel put as much emphasis on the word “huge” as he could. “Zeke, bro. You’re going to have to get over that.” “When you get over your fear of spiders, I will.” “I live in the forest. I have.” “I legit never have seen a werewolf jump like when you saw that daddy longlegs when we changed last month. I didn’t even notice it on that tree stump until you were mid air and puffed out like a ball of fur. How high did you go? Five feet?” “Do you have anything more to report?” “No, big brother. I’m good.” “Try not to get killed, okay?” “I will do my best.” “Later.” “Later.” Ezekiel tapped the screen on his screen then returned his attention to the highway. The emerald colored hills gave way to fields of fudge colored turned over soil dotted with the green of the upcoming crop. It wasn’t long before those surrendered to rows and rows of suburban houses. Ezekiel smiled as the hint of the Nashville skyline came into view. He swerved his truck behind Dakota’s bike as they merged onto the busy interstate traffic. His heart tightened in his chest as a sports car narrowly missed her. After shouting a string of curse words that would have made Momma wash his mouth out with soap, he vowed to himself to figure out a solution to the truck and motorcycle issue.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week we have a picture prompt. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Ezekiel stared at the back of Dakota’s bike as he sighed. He glanced at his cell phone. They had only been on the road for a half hour and he was already bored. That and he missed her by his side. Seeing her without touching her was driving him insane.
While they were hunting Black, they were going to have to figure out how to consolidate their rides. He glanced at the cell as it rang that drill sergeant ringtone he dreaded. He scooped it up and answered it. “Hey, Joe.” “What’s happening?” his oldest brother asked on the other end. “It seems my mate and I have formed an alliance. We’re heading to Nashville now to see if he’s there. But it sounds like he’s heading west to find fresh meat. Oh, and Dakota believes he knows who has the amulet and the Heka.” “Fantastic. One more gang of vampires after us.” Ezekiel gaped at the majestic scene in front of him, a long, ornamental bridge spanning a deep valley. Lush, green mountains framed it on either side. It was beautiful to look at but he was thankful they weren’t going over it. He was terrified of heights. “I’ll figure out what’s going on. Maybe they don’t know. If they do, it would be good to know ahead of time.” “True. If our name comes up, don’t mention who you are.” “Of co…” His words trailed off as he watched Dakota take a sharp right. That was once a beautiful landscape to admire was a real fear coming up fast. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” “Ezekiel, what’s happening?” Josiah demanded. Josiah shook as he drove onto the bridge after Dakota. It was irrational. He knew it but he couldn’t stop imagining the thing collapsing with him on it.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “howl”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Dakota rolled her eyes as Minnie returned with a pot of coffee, two white ceramic mugs and a little matching bowl of cup creamers and packets of sugar. She set it down on the table and set a cup in front of each of them. Grinning at Ezekiel, Minnie slipped her order pad from the checkered apron tied around her waist.
He slid his hands closer to his cup. As much as he would love to antagonize Dakota, he didn’t need to lose his breakfast before he ordered it. “What can I get you?” Minnie asked him. “Just coffee for now. Maybe a bowl of oatmeal,” he answered. Minnie turned to Dakota. “Your usual, Dakota?” Dakota smiled at her as she pointed at Ezekiel. “Of course. Bring two, one for the big boy over there.” “Coming right up.” The waitress scampered off to the kitchen. Dakota cocked an eyebrow at Ezekiel. “Oatmeal. Really?” Ezekiel dumped a couple creamers in his coffee and took a sip. It helped a little. “When we’re mated, if someone who has a thing for us touches us, we get sick, like about to vomit sick. That little touch from Minnie was enough to make me want to hurl.” “Seriously? I suppose you howl at the moon, too, huh?” Ezekiel shrugged. “I don’t know. This craze overtakes us when we change. It’s hard to comprehend anything when we beast. It’s like watching a black and white movie through a fog. It’s happening but we’re just along for the ride.” He looked up to find her eyes wide. She looked terrified. “You attack humans.” He tisked at her. “Uh, no. Thanks. Cows, bears, deer, yes. Moose are fantastic. Not people.” “If you are in some uncontrollable haze, how would you know?” “Because we’re beasts and we have a heightened sense of smell. And I don’t know how my brothers feel, but I personally equate the scent of humans to chewing on a ball on tin foil. The iron in the blood makes it too metallic to me. My grandfather’s pack in Maine feels differently. They do go after humans. I don’t. And we are unable to attack our own mates, regardless.” She seemed to relax a little. “Oh.” “So are we going after Vincent Black together or am I going alone until the connection we share forces you to follow? Either way, we’re doing this.” Dakota took a sip from her own mug. “We are going to die.” “I’d like to think we’re more resilient than that.” She laughed a little then shook her head. “You’re an idiot.” “Yeah, but I’m a cute idiot. Admit it.” “Never.” He chuckled as Minnie returned, a large stack of pancakes in each hand. She set down one in front of each of them then looked at Ezekiel. “Still want your oatmeal?” He stared at the pile and sighed. He might be feeling a little better but this was going to do him in. “Nah. I better skip it.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “black”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Dakota led him to a booth and slipped along one bench. Ezekiel took the other facing the door.
That’s when he saw it, the black painted cross hanging over the threshold. At this diner it almost blended in. A plump, blonde waitress scurried over to them, not looking up from her notepad. “What can I get you to drink?” As she looked up and saw Dakota, she squealed and continued. “Dakota, I’m so glad you’re here. What brought you back so soon?” Dakota gave her a shrug. “Just a sense I needed to be back. Minnie, let me introduce you to my friend, Zeke. Zeke, this is Minnie.” The blonde’s cheeks tinged bright pink as she held her hand out to Ezekiel. “Your friend, huh? It’s nice to meet you, Zeke.” There was a growl clear as day from the other side of the table. To egg Dakota on, Ezekiel took Minnie’s hand and turned it so he could press a kiss on her knuckles. He felt a sudden, violent bout of nausea hit him like a tidal wave. So this is what his brothers were talking about. He tried to be smooth but it failed miserably. “It’s nice to meet you, too, Minnie.” “I’ll go get a pot of coffee.” Minnie hurried away behind the counter then disappeared into the kitchen. Ezekiel swallowed back the bile in the back of his throat. “What the fuck was that?” Dakota demanded. Ezekiel shrugged. “Just trying to be polite since I’m just your friend.” “Well, don’t. She’s a nice girl. She doesn’t need to get caught up in the likes of you.” “I can’t, remember? I’m mated. Oh, yeah, to you in fact.” Dakota rolled her eyes. “What is your next move, loverboy?” Dakota smirked at her. “I graduated from ‘princess’. That’s good news. I’m going to go find the book.” “So, a suicide mission and just when I was getting to like you.” “You like me, huh?” Dakota’s eyes narrowed as she smiled. It was enough to send raging lust through Ezekiel’s core. The cold metal of his zipper pressed dangerously against his hard cock. “There are parts of you that I enjoy immensely,” she replied softly. “Huh.” Ezekiel ran his tongue along his bottom lips then swallowed hard. “Maybe we should join up and hunt for the book and Black together. I wouldn’t want you to miss out on the parts of me that you like so much.” “But then I have to deal with the parts of you that drive me crazy, too.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “fussy”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The early morning sun and chirping of birds pierced through Ezekiel’s groggy, sleep smothered mind. He couldn’t imagine he got much sleep. He was alright with that. He’d pull an all nighter to have sex with Dakota.
A low groan escaped his throat as a bare bottom rubbed up against him. It elicited a prompt response from his cock. The tight quarters across the bench of his truck worked in his favor. There was little room for Dakota to move that wasn’t against him. He had a feeling it was what lead to they long, passionate night. She turned enough to give him a sleepy smile. “Good morning.” He placed a gentle kiss on her lips. Her mouth parted a little to accept it. “Good morning,” he replied. She arched against him. “You’re not the only one awake, I see.” He growled at her. “He’s awake and hungry.” “Me too.” Ezekiel pulled her tight against him. “Then let’s fix that.” She squiggled against his grasp. “As much as I want to, I’m actually starving. I need to eat. Let’s go find breakfast.” She pulled free of his arms then popped open the truck door. He watched, dumbfounded, as she climbed out of the truck then searched for her clothes. She pulled on each article of clothing as she found it. Watching her wander around the woods stark naked looking for her things left him in awe of her. Nothing could possibly spook her and interrupt her mission. She was a badass. She held up his jeans of the crook of her fingers. “Gonna need these?” He grinned at her. “Bring them to me.” Dakota cocked her head at him. “What? Is my big, bad werewolf afraid to wander around the woods naked?” “Your werewolf, huh?” “Come get your pants.” “Dakota, I live in the forest and you wouldn’t catch me dead wandering around outside naked.” “You have no adventure.” “You got me.” Her smile grew bigger and more devious. “If you crawl out of that truck and come to me, I’ll make it worth it to you.” Ezekiel raised an eyebrow. She peaked his curiosity. “Really?” “Really.” He shrugged then scooted across the seat. He stopped short of the door. For all he knew there was someone out there about to see him in all his bare ass glory. It was enough to make him scuttle back an inch or two. “I’m waiting,” she reminded in a sing song voice. He growled at the challenge. Launching himself from the truck, he stalked across the clearing to her.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “fussy”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The dark silhouettes of the tree line nearly blocked the taillights of Dakota’s bike from Ezekiel’s sight. The place was starting to remind him of home. Ahead, he could see the ripple of water reflected in the moonlight.
Night had already fallen before they got back to the campground to get Dakota’s motorcycle. The ranger looked a little annoyed when Ezekiel told him he was leaving. Granted, the guy might have been asleep but Ezekiel wasn’t about to wait. Dakota had someplace to be and Ezekiel wasn’t about to let her go alone. There were dangerous things looking for blood. That and the mating urge was so strong it was starting to scramble his mind. They stopped at a bar long enough for a beer and a greasy burger each before driving to this lake. Ezekiel didn’t miss the black and red cross behind the bar above the multicolored glass bottles. Then they hit the road to the middle of nowhere to sleep. It wasn’t creepy or anything. Okay, maybe this was freaking him out a little. Not enough to make him change his mind, but it was spooking him nonetheless. She stopped next to the water’s edge then the lights went dark. Ezekiel pulled up beside her and shut off the motor. She was leaning against her bike as he climbed out. “I offered to get a hotel room.” Ezekiel sauntered towards her. “You keep spending your money on motels, you’ll be broke in no time,” she chided. She motioned to the trees around them. “Will this do for you?” Ezekiel grinned as he pulled her into his arms. “I’m not fussy.” His lips caught hers as he held her tighter, feeling her melt in his arms. His whole body flared hot at her touch. Finally the mating thing worked for him. She pulled away and smiled. “Before you get excited, you might want to get to work on the air mattress in the saddlebag of my bike.” “You carry a saddlebag with an air mattress in it?” “You’d be surprised what you’d find in it. I live on my bike.” “We could sleep on the ground.” “In the mud?” “Or,” he pulled her into another kiss. She parted her lips to deepen it. The air mattress was going to have to wait. He didn’t have the patience for it at the moment. There was plenty of room in the front of his truck for two. All he wanted was her naked.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “orange”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Dakota and Ezekiel rooted themselves to the side of the road until the van was out of sight. It was then he noticed the rusted gasoline cans where the vehicle had been.
“How many kids do you have?” Dakota asked. Ezekiel huffed. “None. What makes you think I do?” “That was certainly some certified daddy material there.” He smirked at her, catching as she ran her tongue along her bottom lip. “Nieces and nephews, that’s it. I’m not fertile unless it’s a full moon.” “Full moon? What’s so special about that?” “That’s when I beast out at night. During the day, I am human and up to procreate. So you’ve been warned. Now, what kind of job do you need us to do?” Dakota motioned to the house. “We need to get rid of the evidence.” “Aren’t you going to call the coroner?” “And have them do what? There is no way any law enforcement will figure out what happened. And if someone does come up with a vampire attack, it will be a conspiracy theory at best and people we don’t want nosing around these parts will show up. That’s bad news for people like you.” “So you’re saying the local sheriff has no idea why all these arson fires suddenly pop up.” Dakota paused. “He knows. He’s part of our network. He turns a blind eye and lets us do what we have to do. He keeps suspicion away from us.” “I don’t understand…” Dakota sighed as she threw up her hands. “If some crazy person suspects the vamps and turns attention on Vincent Black and his crew, they will see it as a threat. And do you know what they do with threats? They attack and innocents are killed. We don’t want that.” “You’re going to destroy those poor girls’ home?” “They will have a new one. Trust me, they won’t want this one anymore. I’ve been in their shoes. The nightmares don’t stop. They will always see the asshole murdering their parents over and over if they remain here. They’ll be okay. Better than okay. So pick up a gas can and help me.” Ezekiel grumbled under his breath but he followed her. The container was heavy and cold as he hoisted it up and followed her back into the house. He dribbled a trail up and down the hallways as Dakota saturated the floor in the living room. He didn’t want to think about what was going happen to that poor couple even if they were dead. He got back to the front door as Dakota scrapped a match along the matchbook. It flared to life. “Get out,” she ordered. “I’m right behind you.” “Dakota.” She dropped the match on the floor, igniting the puddle at her feet. The gasoline ignited blue first as it blazed through the house followed by a deadly orange flame.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “laughter”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  He pulled into his spot and killed the engine, the trees around him were blanketed with the black of night. The bright glow of campfires peppered the landscape. Children’s laughter floated through the closed window as sleep pulled Ezekiel under.
He nearly jumped out of his skin at the hand slamming into his driver side window over and over. He pried open an eye then turned his head to find the source of the commotion. Dakota stood on the other side, staring at him. Why was it when he saw her, or even thought about her, he got hard as a rock? “What the…” he protested. “I need your help,” she replied. “What?” He voice slurred, still heavy with sleep. “Oh, for the love of fuck, wake up.” She strode around the nose of the truck and popped open the passenger. She climbed inside then stared at him. “What are you doing?” Ezekiel demanded. “Do I need to drive?” Dakota countered. “How’d you get here?” “I rode my bike. I hid it. We can come back and get it later. So let me ask again. Do I need to drive?” “No,” Ezekiel grumbled as he flipped the key in the ignition. The truck started with a rumble. He flipped on the headlights then carefully pulled out of the spot. There wasn’t much conversation other than the occasional direction. Ezekiel kept his concentration on the road ahead but it didn’t stop his erection from growing harder by the second. His brothers weren’t kidding. This mating thing was hell on a werewolf. He took a second to glance at Dakota. She stared out the passenger side window but she was visibly squirming in her seat. He smiled a bit. Maybe she was going through the same torture. Some little part of him hoped so. Misery loved company after all. “Stop here,” she ordered. Ezekiel scowled but did as he was told as he turned into the drive of a modest single story house. It was by itself on the side of the highway with not a neighbor in sight. No lights were on to indicate a sign of life. He followed her lead as she hopped out of the cab and stormed to the front door. She didn’t knock or anything. She barged right in. “What the…” Ezekiel hurried in right after her. Someone had to stop this crazy bitch. Just inside the threshold he froze in place. He had good news for his brothers. He found the one thing that could smother the mating lust in the matter of seconds as he stared at the bloody dead bodies lying on the floor. |
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