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I blink at her slowly, but she doesn’t see. She’s already turned her back to me. So the woman thinks she’s a lioness on a hunt. She believes herself at the top of the food chain, however, she forgot about the human hunters with their guns hell bent on bagging a ferocious rug for their floors.
Perhaps someone should remind her of that.
Before I can take action on a plan I haven’t even formed yet, a gaggle of girls cuts between me and the cunt who thinks she can have my man. Their loud, guffawing laughter grates on my nerves, but not as much as their sly smirks and knowing glances to the lioness.
It suddenly hits me that these girls are friends of hers, and she must’ve done something to signal them to move into position, or perhaps they saw the confrontation and did it on their own. I’m all for supporting a woman hunting her prey, but Cole is mine.
She. Can’t. Fucking. Have. Him.
I shot him. That means he’s mine.
Cole smirks, his eyes firmly on me. But with the way his head tilts down, I’m sure she thinks it’s for her. I swear to fuck I’ll gut her right here in front of everyone if he pays her any attention.
He doesn’t say a word to her, instead he bites his lip, walking around both the whore and her friends. Cole winks at me, the sinful expression on his face leaving nothing to the imagination when it comes to how amusing he finds the situation. How much he loves my possessiveness…
Doesn’t matter though, the damage has been done. A desire is sparked, the flame lit, the torch ignited—and it won’t be put out until it gets what it wants. I suspect Cole knows that too. That’s why his eyes devour me like he wishes he could cut my clothes off and fuck me on the bar top where everyone can watch.
Behind him, the lioness glares, her jaw dropped in surprise. She turns her glare to me, blaming me for taking her meal, but after a second, determination lights her eyes. She sees this as a competition. How cute.
Dead girl strutting.
My fingers itch to grip the knife Jasper tucked in my pocket before I left. I long to feel the bite of the metal in my palm as hot blood spills over my fingers. Of—
Cole presses a finger to the underside of my chin, tilting my head to refocus my gaze on him, instead of where I’m picturing the death of a lioness.
“You’re hot as fuck when you plot someone’s demise. My cock is throbbing, Luv. Look at what you did,” he says, grasping my wrist, drawing my touch to the hardness straining against his zipper.
He doesn’t attempt to hide what he’s doing from the pride behind him either, which is the final straw that sets me off. I lunge for him, grabbing either side of his face, my hold so vicious, my nails bite into his skin, and drag his face to mine. It’s not a hard task since he was already leaning into me so I could hear him. I kiss Cole. It’s nothing short of a claiming, made mutual when his hold painfully clamps onto my hips and lifts me until I’m his height.
By the time we’ve finished, the women are out of sight, but I know it’s not the last time they’ll come around. Next time, the lioness bitch will meet my blade.
“Come, Luv. Dance with me.” Cole takes hold of my hand and pulls me to the dance floor, twisting me around so my ass grinds against his hard cock.
I’m not fooled. He has no true interest in this, but he does want to see how the game plays out. Because that’s what it is now. She’s caught our attention; the hunt is on. And if she isn’t careful, she’ll fall right into the trap that will end her life.
A slight sheen of sweat covers my body, and I wipe the back of my hand against my forehead as I exit the bathroom. In the past, I’ve never enjoyed dancing. I, of course, knew how, I simply lacked the desire to ever rub my body against someone else’s.
But when it comes to my men, all the rules get thrown out the window. They’ve changed my entire world. Which means dancing with Cole is a completely different experience. We get lost in it. His hands roaming over my body, the way we fit together like a key sliding into the lock it’s made for… It resulted in us getting lost in each other, forgetting about everyone else in the bar.
Until I had to go to the bathroom, that is.
The golden strands of the lioness’ hair have been mysteriously absent, but it shouldn’t surprise me that she appears again in my absence. Lo and behold, she’s twirling a section around her fingers, fluttering her eyelashes while her other hand props her tits up like a shelf.
Cole clocks my appearance, even from across the expanse of the bar, with a portion of the dance floor between us. Grinding bodies are a whirlwind of movement, yet he’s instantly fixated on me. His eyes travel over me, a mix of arousal and an innate need to make sure nothing happened to me while I was out of his sight. Although, he could be equally searching for any signs of blood.
Never know when I’ll snap with the need to satiate the ever growing darkness consuming me.
Kinda like right now and how I want to plunge my knife between Madaline’s ribs and puncture one of her lungs.
She’s a horrible huntress, and doesn't pay any attention to her surroundings, which is how I’m able to sneak up on her, even with Cole’s eyes tracking my movements. She gives up on pushing her tits into her chin and instead flirtatiously runs her hand along Cole’s arm.
His fixation on me breaks, his eyes narrowing into pinpoints where he glares at her hand. Silently telling her to back the fuck off. But what does she do? She takes a step closer to him, pressing her body against his, giving no mind to his hands that are holding a drink in each one.
I see fucking red.
My strides eat away at the space between us, closing the distance faster than I should if I don’t want to gain notice. Right now, I don’t care if anyone sees what’s about to happen. I should, but I don’t.
Before I know it, I have my knife discreetly pressed into her side, my front plastered to her back like we’re friends, and I’m whispering into her ear. Cole’s gaze pierces into me, drawing my attention. He takes a deep breath, silently telling me to take one too. Somehow, it reminds me of Ravenmaster’s rules.
