Page 116 of Wicked Nightmare

"You don't know the half of it," Sarah spat. "And if you had an ounce of humanity left, you'd help us take Chimera down."

Christian's laugh was pure venom. "Help you? I'd rather die. And when Chimera finds you, all of you, you'll wish you had."

My fingers twitched towards his throat. But looking at Sarah, seeing the pain and the fight in her eyes, I realized we had bigger problems than this asshole.

"Well," I chirped, plastering on my sweetest smile, "looks like we've got ourselves a party. I'm pretty much done with him. Cam, should we toss him off the cliff?"

I glanced at Cam, seeing the wheels turning. He was calculating. How many ways we could make Christian scream before he'd spill his guts. Literally and figuratively.

"Lakey," Sarah's voice cut through my thoughts, "think before you do anything rash. Chimera's reach is vast, and Christian here will be missed. That being said, he also can't know I'm alive. Sorry, Chris, but the only way out of here isn't going to be on your feet. You're going to have to dispose of him in a way that no one can find him. And fast. Judging by the mess in his head, you disabled his tracker, and someone will notice soon." She paused, tilting her head. "Well done on that, by the way. It took my husband a while to figure out how to get mine offline."

I cocked my head, studying her. "Oh, you'd be surprised what a little creativity can accomplish. I've got a whole toolbox of fun just itching to be used."

Christian sneered from the table. "Go ahead, you psychotic bitch. I've been trained to withstand anything you could possibly dish out. You just peeled the skin off my scalp and if you let me off this table, I'd still be able to gut you like the hog you are."

The darkness bubbled up inside me, a grin spreading across my face. "I find it so crazy that now that Sarah is here, you're acting like a big bad wolf. You're scum, Beaver. No one is going to miss you." I grabbed my knife.

Cam's hand on my arm stopped me. His touch sent electricity through my skin, grounding me. "Easy," he murmured, his eyes never leaving Christian. "We need to take him to the cliffs alive. Remember, we don't want to kill him here. It's gonna cause issues. The bin isn't taken until Thursday and it's Monday. The smell will attract attention. We have to get him to the dump spot, babe."

I pouted, but the look in his eyes promised future fun.

Sarah cleared her throat. "We're running out of time. Chimera will be looking for him, and they won't be gentle when they find us."

"Well," I sighed, twirling a lock of hair around my finger, "I guess we should go get rid of him then. Clean the place, maybe have a shower. I stink."

Rose spoke for the first time in hours. "And we need to fix the window. Maybe Sarah and I can do all that while you deal with Beaver?"

The room went quiet, all eyes on me. I grinned. "That's an excellent idea. Cam, mind doing the honors and knocking out our guest? Can't have him screaming down the halls and attracting attention."

He cracked his knuckles, a smirk crossing his face. "With pleasure."

Chapter Thirty-Five: Cam

The hot water stung as it hit my skin, washing away the blood and grime. Lakey's hands traced my scars, her fingers following the raised lines across my ribs, down my spine, over the old burn mark on my hip that neither of us talked about.

It had taken a little over an hour and a half to haul Christian to the spot where we kept the beater and then drive to the cliffs. I'd had to knock him out again once we got there so I could carry him fireman-style up to the edge. And then of course Lakes wanted to toy with him. She wore her mask from the car all the way up the hill, the LED’s beautiful in the dark. She looked inhuman. Angelic. When she slid her knife into his gut, she did it slow, watching his face the whole time. I stood behind her and watched hers. She always got this look when she killed. Not excitement, not rage. Peace. The noise in her head went quiet and the only thing left was the blade and the body and the silence that followed.

She needed that.

The hot water ran over us, steam filling the cramped bathroom. I was tired. My bones hurt, my muscles ached, my brain was screaming at me for sleep. If I could, I'd have sunk onto the shower floor and passed out, but we had a guest waiting and questions to ask.

Lakey's hands slid down my chest, her nails dragging through the hair below my navel, and my cock twitched despite the exhaustion. We hadn't fucked in days. Rose sleeping in our room had turned every night into an exercise in frustration, and now here we were, alone, hot water, her body pressed against mine, her wet skin sliding against my back.

She felt me harden and pressed closer, her hand wrapping around my cock, stroking slow. "We don't have time," I said, but my voice came out rough and my hips pushed into her grip.

"Then be quick." She bit the back of my shoulder and squeezed harder.

I turned, lifted her by the backs of her thighs, and pinned her against the tile. She was so small against me, her legs wrapping around my waist, her heels digging into my ass, pulling me closer. The water ran between us, down her chest, over her nipples, pooling in the space where our hips met. I lined myself up and pushed into her in one stroke, burying myself to the hilt, and she gasped, her head tipping back against the wall, her fingers digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks I'd feel for days.

"Fuck, Cam." Her voice was wrecked already. Raw from the kill, from the adrenaline, from the hours of holding it together while Sarah turned our world inside out.

I pulled out slow, watching her face, the way her mouth opened, the way her brows pulled together when I hit that spot inside her that made her legs shake. Then I drove back in hard, slamming her against the tile, and her whole body jolted. I rolled my hips, grinding against her clit with every thrust, and she shuddered, her back arching off the wall.

"You feel so fucking good," I growled, burying my face in her neck. I tasted water and salt and the faint copper of blood we hadn't fully washed off yet. She clenched around me, tight and hot, her inner walls gripping me so hard I groaned against her skin. I set a rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, each thrust pushing her higher up the wall, the wet slap of our skin echoing off the tiles.

She pulled my hair, yanking my head back so she could see my face. "Harder."

I gave her harder. Slammed into her until the tile cracked behind her back and she was making those sounds, those broken little moans that she only made when she was close, and I could feel her starting to shake, her thighs trembling against my sides, her pussy fluttering around my cock.