I don’t know if he trails off or if I just cease hearing him. Suddenly, all I can think about is the moment Izzy was taken from me. I don’t remember ever feeling so helpless before, trapped and suspended, watching a group of witches cart off the woman I love.
How many times have I failed her now? The number is too high.
Way too high.
“She’s my mate,” I whisper, my voice failing me. I clear it and try again. “She’s my mate, and I would do anything for her.”
Ethan stares at me in surprise. Obviously he didn’t expect me to confess that. His lips part, but no sound comes out. His gawking stare is unnerving as shit.
“Come on,” I grunt, turning back towards the building.
Izzy is near.
I can feel it.
But here?
There must be magic involved.
There must be?—
Warmth tingles across my skin, and I freeze. What the fuck is that? It feels as if thousands of flaming needles are jabbing into my skin simultaneously. Sweat drips down my face and the back of my neck.
Then I see the most beautiful sight in the world.
Holy fuck.
I thought no one could compare to Izzy, but I was wrong.
My cock instantly hardens, and I cup it through my jeans, taking a step closer to the sexy creature.
“Um…Grayson? What the fuck are you doing?” Ethan asks from behind me, but I don’t pull my attention away from the object of my affection and obsession. “Why are you staring at a garbage can like that?”
“You’ve been a dirty girl, haven’t you?” I purr, running a finger across her smooth metal lid.
The smell of rotten meat and trash permeates the air—the sweetest fucking scent I’ve ever smelled.
“Grayson…” There’s a hint of warning in Ethan’s tone, and a wave of possessive anger crashes through me.
I swear to fuck if he makes a move on my girl, I’ll rip his head off.
“Don’t worry, my love.” I lower myself slightly to wrap my arms around her robust metal frame. “I’ll take care of you.” Absently, I begin to grind myself against her, lust burning white-hot inside of me. “You like that, don't you? You’re my dirty girl. Such a dirty girl. I’m going to lick your little whore body all over.” I peel off her lid and place one finger into her opening. “You like that, you little slut? Do you want my fist in you?”
“Okay…nope! Can’t let this happen.” Ethan reaches me from behind and attempts to pull me away from my lover, but I snarl and fight him. “Grayson! That’s a goddamn garbage can, you horny fuck! The witches obviously put a spell on you or something. Snap out of it.”
I throw my elbow back into his stomach, and he lets out a muffled oomph. How dare he try to pull me away? I’m going to fuck the garbage can like the trashy little whore she is. I’m going to?—
Ethan spins me around, and my mind goes blank. Suddenly, I see Ethan in a completely new light. Has he always been this…muscular? This handsome? I’ve never been into naked mole rats before, but I think I can get behind it.
I peer down at his flaccid cock and lick my lips.
“I don’t likethis,” Ethan says, horror widening his eyes.
He releases me and takes an automatic step backwards. I counter it with one forward.
“I’m going to suck your cock so fucking hard,” I tell him, my words a growl.
“Yup, I definitely don’t like this.” He continues to back away from me, his hands raised in the air as if he means to fend me off.
