Hating You (Blackthorn Elite 1)

I haven’t talked to my own father either, and I’m not planning on doing so ever again. He is partly to blame for all of this and I hope that one day he gets what he deserves too. My mother however comes around once a week. She swears up and down that she didn’t know, and I believe her, so I don’t mind having her be a part of my life.

I’m still working on grasping the extent of Brett’s actions. It’s hard to understand what Brett had done, and it’s even harder to admit the things I have done. I’ve apologized to Willow a thousand time for treading her the way I did, and yet, it doesn’t seem enough. I don’t know if it will ever be enough.

Leaning down, Willow kisses me, her lips lingering on mine, and the alpha in me bursts to the surface. I grip onto her hips and pull her into my body.

“I’m going to devour you later, every inch,” I whisper against her lips, my cock growing hard when I see the twinkle of excitement in her emerald gaze.

“I look forward to it,” she replies and then starts to pull away. I let her go, even though I don’t want to. Watching as she walks away, I know I’m the luckiest son of a bitch at this school. After everything we went through, everything I did, how I hurt her, she still wants me. I make it up to her every day, showing her body pleasure, cherishing her, and loving her in a way she deserves to be loved. Like a queen. My queen.

“Tell me again, how an asshole like you managed to snag a girl like her?” Warren’s piss and vinegar attitude is starting to get on my last nerve. Lately, he’s become less and less of the carefree, funny guy I’ve known him to be. It’s like he has been replaced with a huge grumpy ass.

“Dude, I don’t know what the fuck your problem is.” I clench my hand into a closed fist and press it against my knee. I really want to slug him, but I promised Willow I would try to be more civilized.

In an instant, Warren’s demeanor goes from asshole to pure devil. His gaze darkens, turning to ice, and his jaw clenches so tightly, the edges become sharp enough to cut. I watch as his death stare tracks something off in the distance. He reminds me of a hunter, waiting for its prey to pop back out of the brush.

“What the fuck?” I ask under my breath, following his line of sight. My gaze catches on a petite girl about our age. Even from this distance, I can see that she’s pretty, like an angel, with delicate features. She stands talking to one of the professors. She must be new because I’ve never seen her before. It doesn’t make much sense, though, because, with the way Warren is looking at her, I get the impression he knows her.

“Who is she?” I ask him.

Instantly, he snaps out of whatever darkness was holding onto him. “She’s no one.” His reply is short, snappy, and completely unlike him.

“Dude, she’s obviously someone. I’ve never seen your face change so quickly. It was almost like you were seeing a ghost.”

A smile that even makes me cringe pulls at his lips. “That’s because I was. She’s no one, nothing. Forget you saw her.”

Confused, I shake my head, but Warren doesn’t give me a chance to respond. In a flash, he’s gone from the table, his tray the only evidence that he was here.

What the fuck was that?

Picking the tray up, I lift my gaze to the spot the girl was standing in just a moment ago, only to find that Warren is standing right in front of her. Nearly blocking out my entire view of her, he towers over her like a shadow. She looks uncomfortable, maybe even a little scared as he grabs her by the arm and tugs her through one of the doors that leads out to the garden.

I dump the tray and push Warren and his whiplash behavior out of my mind. Whatever is going on with him, he’s going to have to deal with it on his own.

I’m not going to get involved. I finally have my dream girl, and I’m not compromising what we have for anything.

Setting down the Chinese takeout on the kitchen counter, I move through the house, trying to find Willow. She’s in here somewhere…

“Where are you, baby?”

“Waiting for you,” she answers, her soft voice coming from the bedroom. I push the door open and find her lying on the bed…naked. Swallowing my tongue, I drink her in. “I was promised every inch of me would be devoured.”

Challenge accepted.

“Fuck, yeah,” I grin, already pulling my shirt off and unbuckling my pants. She giggles as I pounce on her, my mouth finding her hardened nipples. I close my lips around one and suck on it hard. Enjoying how it hardens even further as I run my tongue over it. Her fingers disappear into my hair, her nails raking across my scalp as she holds me to her chest. I can feel her touch in my cock.