Page 62 of Delirium


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“I would rather cut off my dick than let you near it,” I deadpan.

“I was already near it,” he points out with a shit-stirring grin. “Besides, we share the same girlfriend. If we’re not lovers, then we’re definitely boyfriends-in-law, soon to be husbands-in-law.” He says all of that with a completely straight face, and I quite literally choke on my tongue.

What the fuck?

Did he somehow get a peek at my drawing before I shut my notepad?

But…nope. There isn’t any sly cunning or mischief in his dark eyes. Only sincerity.

What the fuck is wrong with us? We’re still in high school, for fuck’s sake. Just an hour ago, I was studying for my trig exam. Not only that, but we haven’t even made anything official with Ellie.

Yet we’re already discussing marriage?!

Somehow, I can’t even muster an ounce of surprise for this new development. I’ve known from the first day I met him that Zane was—and still is—clinically obsessed with our girl. It’s the type of obsession that he should probably be seeing a therapist for. I may not be as insane as the others, but when you know you’ve met your soulmate…you know.

When I first set eyes on Ellie, the rest of the world fell away incrementally until all that existed was her, illuminated in her very own spotlight. If shifters existed like they do in Ellie’s romance novels, I would say she was my fated mate.

But alas, the supernatural world is a myth, soulmates don’t truly exist, and I’m nothing but a lovesick teenager who knows that Ellie’s it for him. There’s no one else. Not now, not ever.

“Do you think Ellie and Dom are okay?” I ask, turning my attention toward the large mansion I can see vaguely in the distance, nothing but a collection of windows emitting a copious amount of light.

Yeah. Yeah. I’m a fucking coward. Can you blame me?

But the last thing I want to do is talk about marrying Ellie, not when it’s the one thing that plagues my dreams. I’d give up my soul to see her walking down the aisle in a wedding dress I designed for her. Skin flushed. Hair immaculate. Lips curved in a sensual smile?—

Fuck. No.

Stop.

Head. Out. Of. Gutter.

“Dom will protect Ellie with his life,” Zane says, though his tone is curt. Sharp. An arrow that has yet to be notched and let loose.

He, more than anyone else, struggled with the prospect of Ellie and Dominic separating from us to meet with Dom’s bio father. I wasn’t a fan, either, but Ellie can be extremely convincing when she wants to be.

My cock does a happy fucking dance in my pants at just the memory of her pussy clenching around me. Squeezing me. Milking me…

Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck.

Now is not the time to be sporting a boner.

I subtly shift my closed sketch pad, so it’s now over my erection, and turn my attention back to Zane. His gaze remains fixed on the mansion and the surrounding trees.

“I wonder what Ryker’s doing right now,” I muse, once again desperate to change the subject. I learned early on in my friendship with Zane that the second those shadows appear in his eyes, I need to disperse them. And quickly. Because the more time they have to fester and grow…

Let’s just say, I’m not in the mood to clean up more bodies tonight. We’ve already killed and disposed of five known POP members in the last week alone.

Reece Whipers’s list proved to be a gold mine of information. Once we received proof that the names listed were, in fact, involved with not only POP but the human trafficking trade, the hounds of hell were set loose.

And these hounds just so happen to be five men with blood on their hands and chips on their shoulders, all helplessly in love with the same woman.

I’m not like the others. I don’t revel in senseless murder and death. A part of my soul actually aches at all the taint it has taken on over the years. But the rest of me knows that these men and women deserve to not only die, but suffer. Crimes against women and children are some of the worst.

Those videos and photos on that damn app still haunt me.

I tremble and reach for my to-go mug of coffee. I’m not a huge coffee drinker, but I need the caffeine if I hope to remain awake for the rest of the night.

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