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Christ, who the hell makes sounds this loud? Do they need to be this fucking loud anyway? I’m about to walk into the closet when the moans start sounding more familiar, and I nearly vomit when I realize that it’s the Fae woman - the one Priest fed on.
I roll my eyes and try to tune them out, but the louder she gets, the angrier I get, and I end up punching the wall next to the mirror.
The sound of people fucking isn’t new to me and has never gotten me so riled up, so what the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I getting so pissed off anyway?
I pinch the bridge of my nose and exhale a long sigh before slipping on a tank top and booty shorts, then leaving the walk-in. The pissed-off feeling is still coiled deep in my gut when something causes me to stop dead in my tracks.
This feeling, it’s similar to how I felt when I used to see Xenia with her boyfriends and wished I could be that happy. I never wanted to call it what it was, but I always knew deep down that I was jealous of her and her carefree personality.
Jealousy. Am I feeling jealous because I can hear Priest fucking that Fae woman? Am I…jealous of her?
No, fuck that. It’s disgust; it has to be disgust because there’s no way…no fucking way I could feel like this, right?
“Being deep in thought will be the death of you, little lamb,” I stiffen when I hear Priest’s voice behind me, and I slowly turn around, a frown forming on my face because I can still hear the Fae woman getting her brains fucked out.
He closes the door, and it muffles the sound a bit, but I can definitely still hear the moans and slapping of skin. Chuckling, he walks over to me, still dressed in his biker attire of black jeans, leather jacket, and heavy boots.
Looking at him causes my heart to flip wildly into my throat when he grins.
“Valentine said you wouldn’t be here tonight,” I croak out, and he shrugs.
“I had a few things to clean up and tend to, so I couldn’t keep you company. Apologies,” he says, pushing his hands inside the pockets of his jeans.
“It’s your home, and I’m your prisoner; I’m pretty sure you can do whatever the fuck you want, Priest,” when I say this, he laughs lightly, and a chill shoots up my spine.
“I suppose so. Have you eaten?”
I nod. “I have, thank you. You? Isn’t that your dinner getting fucked right now?”
He bursts out laughing and swipes a hand over his mouth before crossing his arms.
“Gia? She’s fucking a Prospect right now to see if it’ll get to me, but she’s just earned a spot on my shit list. Pity, because I quite enjoyed drinking from her,” he says, and I realize, to my fucking horror, that I was holding a breath, and relief has just washed over me.
Holding my breath to hear his answer and relief that he wasn’t the one fucking her.
He seems to sense my change in demeanor, and I feel my face flush when he steps towards me, that grin ever present, and I take a step back until I’m backed up against the opposite wall. Then he places two fingers underneath my chin so I can look up at him.
“Is that why you looked so pissed off, little lamb? You thought I was fucking Gia?”
“No…why would that piss me off?” I ask, the apprehension evident in my voice that he would even think of something so preposterous, but it's like he can see right through me.
He tuts. “I don’t like lies, Katherine,” my heart picks up its pace when he says my name and I can feel my nipples literally harden, but I remain steadfast.
“I wasn’t—” he puts a finger to my lips and shakes his head, then his finger slips lower to my chest and encircles my nipple. I gasp at the sensation, and every nerve in my body tells me to push him away, but I feel like putty in his hands.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice low. “Your face and body say something different.”
“And what do you think it's saying?” I whisper, and he bites his bottom lip as he grins.
“That you want me to do so much more than play with your over-sensitive nipple,” he says. My face burns up with embarrassment, and the more I try to reject what he’s saying and what my traitorous body is doing, the more I fail.
“Why don’t you kill me already? Please, just rather kill me,” I whimper, but she shushes me and shakes his head.
His hand goes lower, rests on my waist, and then he looks back at me.
“In due time. I can make you forget for a little while, Katherine. Do you want that? Do you want to forget about the last few hours?”
I would do anything to forget what I learned about my family and what was done to my best friend, and I find myself nodding my head before I can even think about an answer.
