Bite Marks (The Lycans 5) - Page 19

Hell, I’d just found my female, and not having her by my side right now felt like a fucking eternity had already passed.

So yeah, Odhran got a little bit of grace, but not much, ’cause I wasn’t a benevolent ruler. I was a sociopath that thought about the end game that benefited me.

I grinned and turned, wanting to clean up and go to my female. Kayla. Fuck, even thinking her name had my cock jerking, reminding me the bastard wanted buried deep in her tight little body. And she would be so tight, because I had one big fucking cock… and she’d take all of me. I’d make sure of it.

But right when I was about to leave, I felt the rippling in the air, the thick, pressing heat filling the room.

Motherfucker, I thought just as I turned around and watched as Odhran looked at me and all but said fuck you before he shifted into his big damn Lycan and lunged at Matteo.

My soldiers were about to attack, but I held my hand up, stopping them.

He was a vicious animal as he tore the limbs from Matteo’s body, tossing them away and going for his torso next. It was a grisly display of strength and power, of aggression and bloodlust from a feral creature. The vampiric side of me appreciated the sight, but being the ruler of my kind made me grow fucking irritated that the bastard hadn’t listened.

And when Odhran had finished decimating Matteo, blood and gore, body parts strewn around the room, I turned fully around and crossed my arms over my chest. The wolf faced off with me, blood covering his fur, the fucker as big as a damn Clydesdale horse. I knew if he’d been in his human form, the bastard would have been smiling at me.

I shook my head and said low, keeping my voice even, “You stupid fucking wolf.” I tipped my chin to Kane and watched as my cousin lifted his arm, pointed the barrel of the gun at Odhran, and shot the Lycan.

6

Kayla

“He asked about you.”

What did it say that when I heard Sasha say those four words, the person I instantly thought about was the mystery mountain of a man from the club the other night?

My body reacted right away. Heart racing, breathing increasing, face feeling flushed, and every erogenous zone coming alive.

“Well, he keeps asking about you, actually.”

I cleared my throat and slung my book bag over my shoulder as I glanced at Sasha, both of us leaving campus to head home for the night. “Oh?” Once the initial thrill of her words and who I’d pictured faded, I realized she was obviously speaking about Salvatore.

“Oh yeah,” she said in a slightly annoyed voice. “I told him I didn’t think you were really looking for anything right now, but Salvatore is persistent.”

As we left the last class of the day, the only evening one I’d signed up for, I glanced up at the sky to see the sun already starting to set. The air was cold; the promise of a storm in the chilled wind as it whipped by us had my hair dancing over my shoulders.

“But he seems enamored with you and can’t get it through his head that now probably isn’t the right time to be annoying and continue to pursue this… whatever this is for him.”

I actually stopped when she said that and glanced at her. “Enamored?” I snorted. “With me?” I shook my head and felt a smile tip the corners of my mouth. “You should tell him I’m nothing special. In fact, tell him I’m so high maintenance I’d drive him crazy.” She was the one to snort now. “Besides, compared to the women he probably sees in Italy, ones who no doubt look as gorgeous as you, like prime cut, well”—I shrugged and looked at her out of the corner of my eye—“I’m like bologna.”

Sasha started laughing as we made our way toward the parking lot, and I could tell she had more to say, but it was very evident she was choosing her words wisely. I knew on one hand she didn’t want to press me to go out with her cousin, but on the other hand, she probably felt a familial bond to him and so was comfortable pushing a little harder.

“You’re so low maintenance it’s not even funny, and bologna?” Her red, full lips split in a grin. “Hardly.”

What would your cousin think if he knew the kinds of things I fantasize about, the deviant sexual things I want?

Of course I kept all of that to myself. I could never tell Sasha—or anyone for that matter—how hollow I felt, how I thought about pain and pleasure coexisting together.

Of power being a dynamic that bent me to its will.

Of being unable to stand a man’s touch because it felt… wrong.

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