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“Villains fucking unite.” And then I grabbed her tiny ass by the waist, locking her between me and the bar as two assholes slammed into my back. The impact reverberated down my spine, and I groaned. That fucking hurt. The moment they were gone, I damn near threw her on the bar. “Get behind there and get down.”
“I want to help him!” she exclaimed.
“You’ll do him a hell of a lot more good if you stay there,” I told her. I ducked as she chucked another bottle over my head. “Stop throwing fucking bottles! You could hurt someone!”
“I’m trying to hurt someone!” Raven retorted. Fiery little shit.
“Stay down,” I ordered—not that she’d listen to me. “I’ll get him out of that shit!”
“And Ginny!” she called after me. “Ginny’s in the middle of that!”
My heart rate kicked up as I stared at the sea of bodies beating the crap out of each other. Fuck. How the hell was I supposed to find her in this fucking mess?
Chapter 25
Genevieve
Iwas on my way back from the bathroom when the fight broke out, leaving me stuck in the middle of it without any way out. I tried my best to stay out of the way, but it was hard. Everyone was fighting someone—even the Ironwood pack ladies were throwing punches. But they’d always been badass women to be envious of.
Me? I wanted nothing to do with it. I could verbally spar with the best of them when needed but a physical fight? No, thank you. I could think of a dozen or more things I’d rather do.
I scrambled, doing my best to get out of everyone’s way. It was easier said than done. The sea of movement around me was all-consuming. I kept my hands up like Killian had taught me—protect my head. Why was his voice the one in my head at a time like this?
Poor timing, that was what.
An arm locked around my waist, hauling me off my feet. I didn’t have a clue who it was as they dragged me out of the main bar and away from the insanity.
“Put me down!” I screeched, doing my best—and failing miserably—to free myself. “Put me down, put me down, put me down!”
My wolf growled, the violent sound tearing through my throat. How bad would it be if I shifted right there? Probably bad, especially if the person was human.
With me flailing, he carried me into one of the small pool rooms and slammed the door. The unmistakable sound of the door locking set me on edge. When my boots hit the floor, a hand snaked around my throat.
“Stop fucking fighting me, Genevieve,” Killian snarled. I froze as he pulled my back tight against him. “I’m saving your ass from getting fucking trampled out there!”
Oh…
“Why?” I asked stupidly. For all the fighting, I couldn’t imagine why he’d go out of his way to get me—especially since he broke up the fight only to start it all over again.
His hand slid up my neck and gripped my jaw so tight it hurt. My head wrenched to the side, and his lips crashed against mine. His mouth was brutal and unforgiving, his tongue driving between my lips. That scent of vanilla and tobacco made my head foggy while the taste of him burned through my body like liquid heat. Any resistance I had melted away. I sank into him, my hands clawing at his thighs to pull him closer.
His mouth tore away from mine, leaving me gasping and desperate for more. That hand on my jaw turned my head away.
“What’s the color code, Genevieve?” he growled. His nose ran down the column of my neck. I shuddered at the question. I knew what it meant. I knew what was coming.
And not a single part of me wanted to fight against it. My body was primed for him. That hand around my throat, the power in his voice, the demand of his mouth. There wasn’t a damn thing I wouldn’t do for him if he ordered it. I didn’t know how.
“Red to stop, yellow to slow down.”
“And?”
“Green to keep going,” I whispered. His hand tightened around my neck.
“Good girl,” he said. “Do you want me to stop, or do you want me to fuck you like the little slut you are, dancing around with those other men while wearing my collar? I’m going to remind you who you belong to when you wear that collar. Say the word, princess. Tell me you want me to stop.”
He said it as if he needed to hear me say it was okay—as if he was holding back. I didn’t want that. I wanted the reminder. My body craved the reminder. Whatever the repercussions later, I wanted him now. I wanted to feel him own me all over again. No one would be able to do to my body what he did.
“Please,” I whimpered, my voice rasping in my throat against his hand.
