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A lingering floral calling card that doesn’t belong here. Pear blossom and coconut and honeysuckle.
Even when I reach my own room the fragrance fills my nose, and I can’t tell if it’s the fact this girl is so deeply entrenched in every corner of this fucking place, or whether she’s actually been in here.
I dump my helmet inside my wardrobe and rest my forehead against the wooden frame. Throwing myself in the river and spending a night beneath the stars washed away some of the stain of what we’ve had to do these past few days. But my devils enjoy the clear skies and sleeping amongst the creatures of the night best. It calms them after they’ve been whipped into a frenzy of blood lust, or at least, seems to satiate them long enough that I can return to the compound and bear to be contained by concrete and glass walls once more.
Normally that would be the case. Tonight, however, I’m still teetering on the edge.
And the presence of that girl is stirring up something dark within me.
I still don’t trust her, even if Ky is happy enough to empty his balls inside her over and over. There’s a venomous snake slithering beneath her tattooed skin, and it might sink its fangs into us yet.
Thorne isn’t immune to her, as much as he acts as though he’s indifferent. The fact he didn’t reply to Ky’s message last night is evidence enough. Probably has whatever’s on that video saved in a hidden encrypted folder on his phone somewhere. I know most of Calliano’s secrets, and he’s desperate to fuck her every hole.
I saw the message come in but didn’t watch it. Maybe I will later, or maybe I won’t even bother. It’s not that I care who Ky chooses to be with outside of the two of us; what matters is that we’re there for each other in a way that goes beyond stroking his cock and fucking his tight ass, and that loyalty is the most important thing to me.
He can stick his dick in whoever he wants, as much as he pleases. But in our life, and our line of work, there’s a rare occasion we can trust anyone else. So, for the most part, we only share girls or guys occasionally at the club when the mood strikes.
This world wasn’t made for his and hers matching towels and promises of death-do-us-part.
That’s why we enjoy the freedom of picking who we choose to bond with, and you’d be surprised how many people are quite fucking capable of caring for and being intimate with more than one person.
Intimacy. I chew over that word like a piece of grit. Something I’ve never been good at. Yet somehow, Ky and Thorne both tolerate my bullshit, and in exchange, I tolerate theirs.
I’ve been lurking here in the shadows of the kitchen for a while now. The glass walls around me reflect back an eerie pattern of grim lines and cracks of light from where the moon shines into the central courtyard.
The whiskey I’ve been nursing is nearly finished, and as I’m draining the last, there’s a rustling sound to my right. My eyes fall on the source, and she’s dressed in one of Ky’s worn shirts, looking at me as if I’m about to tear her limb from limb.
Probably because there’s every chance I am.
“I’m sorry—I didn’t know you were in here.” She’s stuck halfway between the kitchen and refuge. Definitely not far enough away from me to be considered safe.
Fight or flight hasn’t kicked in, thanks to her sleep-addled state.
Slowly lowering the glass, I rest it on the stone top of the counter and lean forward on both hands, eyeing her fragile form. She’d be so fucking effortless to break. I can already hear the crack of bone snapping beneath that smooth skin.
“Out here, creeping around at night again.” I watch on with faint amusement as her eyes go round, taking in my partially hidden appearance. There’s only a glow from the clock on the oven lighting one side of my face.
I hope when Foxglove Noire looks at me, I’m akin to her worst nightmares. Because everything in me says that this girl is a risk.
Her life might belong to us, but that doesn’t mean we can trust her.
She told Ky she wanted all of us—he’s already regaled me with every detail of their night together over text—but I’m not buying that bullshit line for one second. This girl has no idea what that means, and my inner monsters certainly aren’t settled enough to want to be tamed at present.
If there’s ever a time she’s going to discover what kind of wolf I really am, it’s now.
“Um, I wanted some water.” She tucks a strand of hair, then goes to move around the counter to the left of me, but I’m there before she can make it close to the cabinets. Snatching her wrists, I’ve twisted them together behind her back within a second, even as she lashes out, trying to avoid my grasp.
Ky’s been teaching her fuck all when it comes to defending herself.
“I think you came in here looking for something else.” I sneer at the side of her face. There’s no holding back on the ugliness; let her fucking witness it all and run away screaming.
“Let go of me.” She struggles again, feebly, and my fingers dig in around her wrist bones. Pinning both together in one hand, I use my other to shove her head forward against the cold stone bench top.
“You’re just a dirty slut walking around looking for her next cock to tease, aren’t you.” My clasp on her wrists intensifies, yanking them higher, dragging out a yelp of pain. The force turns her face to one side on the counter.
“You’re a fucking asshole.” Her pathetic attempts to struggle against me continue. “Fuck you.” Her voice goes straight to my dick.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it? To fuck all of us.”
