Page 7 of Devour

I’m going to tell him the truth. It’s usually better that way. “I have a body to deal with.”

“Goddamnit. Whose?” That gets his attention.

“He’s the TA at Graves. That Davidson prick we were looking into.”

Another pause and then a groan. “Fuck, Axl.” He huffs. “Not again. You know how to try my fucking patience. Get it handled and get your ass where I need you to fucking be.”

The call ends.

I pocket my phone and look at Saylor. She hasn’t moved from the desk. She’s watching me with her arms crossed and her chin tipped up. She’s still trying to figure out who I was just talking to.

“What was that about my brother?”

It was just my luck that the fucking asshat is my girl’s brother. I’m half convinced that’s why he fucked me over in our last assignment. I’ve made zero attempt to hide who I will be claiming in the hunt. I want them all to know she’s going to be mine and just how serious I am. That protective-big-brother shit isn’t going to stop me from getting what’s mine.

“Pull your skirt down,” I tell her, ignoring her question. “And I need to borrow your phone for a minute.”

“What? Why?”

“Saylor, just give me your goddamn phone.” Things are going to be much easier if she just does what she’s told. We’ll work on that.

She huffs and grabs the hoodie from the corner of the desk. She pulls her phone out of the pocket and hands it to me.

I install an app on it and then quickly save my number in it. I send a quick text to myself so I have hers too. The only reason I hadn’t done this years ago was to keep from torturing myself. Too late for that now.

She’s off the desk with her skirt covering her thighs again. Her legs are unsteady when her feet hit the floor, and she grabs the edge to keep her balance. If that made her legs shaky, then she won’t be able to walk for fucking weeks after I finally fuck her.

My phone dings in my pocket as it receives the text I sent to myself, and I hand her phone back to her.

“Where’s my panties?” She holds out her hand.

I pull the black lace out of my back pocket, bring it to my nose, and inhale. Her scent is still all over them. I’m going to need these later.

“You’re not getting these back.” I tuck them back into my pocket. “Go home. Straight home. Don’t stop anywhere. And I’m not fucking kidding.”

Her eyes narrow. “You can’t just—”

“What did I tell you about making me tell you things twice?” I step closer. Her chin tips up because she has to look that far to meet my eyes. “You’re going to get your ass home and put on some fucking pants so no one can see what’s mine.”

Her mouth opens to argue, but I stop her. “Go, Saylor. Right now.”

“Fuck you, Axl.”

She spins on her heel to do as I told her, but I grab her by the back of her neck and pull her back to me. I lick along her jaw, up to her ear. I’m so fucking addicted to her.

“I’m going to, baby. I promise you that. Now, don’t you want to be my good girl and just do what I fucking say?”

She whimpers and melts back into my chest. I file that away for later, knowing that my girl likes to be praised. I’ll make her the best fucking good girl.

I let her go and smack her ass, feeling her full cheek through the thin material of her skirt. One gust of wind and someone is going to see my pussy. “Straight to your fucking car, Saylor.”

I’d walk her there myself if I didn’t have to deal with fuckwad over here and wasn’t in a hurry to get to where Dane needs us. It’s not quite dark outside, so I need her to get in her car right fucking now.

My phone makes a quick buzz in my pocket. I expect it to be from Dane with the location he wants Priest and me to be.

She walks to the door, grips the handle, and stops. “We’ll see if you manage to catch me, Axl.”

“You’re already mine, Saylor. And if you test me, you’re going to find out who the fuck I am.”