Michelle clenched her fists, her claws digging into her own palms and drawing blood. “I’m glad she’s smarter than I ever was. Refusing to be with you. Refusing to believe you. It looked like those five fucking years that I was trapped there was not for nothing.” She stepped closer to him. “You’re going tohell.”
The Lycans were suddenly quiet, each one taking in this new information that Ryker had been lying to them the whole time. If he was lying about this, he had more he was lying about. “This is why I kicked you out of the Lycans,” he said to her. “You come up with the most outrageous things, Michelle.”
I stepped forward, finished listening to him try to talk her down.
“I don’t care if you kickmeout of the Lycans for this,” I said. “I’m going to give the order to kill Ryker and if anyone wants to fight me about it, then I’ll fight.
One moment passed.
Two moments.
Three moments.
Nobody dared to step forward. So, I smiled at the man who had made Michelle’s life absolute hell, brushed my fingers against Michelle’s fragile shoulder, and said, “Kill him.”
Michelle screamed, tears welling up in her eyes, and slashed her claws right into his neck. She held nothing back. Instead, she clawed at his neck over and over and over until blood was spewing out of it.
She was strong, and strong women weren’t intimidated by insignificant men.
With one hand, she grabbed his hair and tugged it back roughly. “Do you remember doing this to me, Ryker? Do you remember me begging you to stop?” Tears streamed down her face. She eyed his bloody neck, bit right into his flesh, and tore out his throat. His body smacked limply against the ground, and Michelle cried out in pure bliss.
Chapter 55
Isabella
Ryker was dead. Michelle was showering in the Lycan packhouse bathroom. And I was lying on my bed, staring up at my ceiling, and thinking about how different everything suddenly was. Without Ryker breathing down my neck and without the pain of Roman refusing to mark me, I felt free.
So, I did the only logical thing to do when you kill the leader of the Lycans, slaughter hundreds of rogues, and get marked all within twenty-four hours. I rested my head against the headboard, spread my legs, and slipped my hand into my underwear.
My eyes fluttered closed as I played with my clit, rubbing my fingers around in small circles. Wetness pooled between my thighs. I needed this. Something to help me relax after tonight.
“You’re your own woman, huh?” Roman asked.
I opened my eyes to see Roman standing in the doorway. He stepped into my room and closed the door behind him, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the door.
Moonflowers twinkled on my windowsill just like they did at my parents’ house, bouncing off of his golden eyes. I smirked at him as he walked over to me so slowly that it was almost terrorizing.
He stood over the bed, drawing his hand up my thighs and parting them, giving him a better view of my pussy. “You remember what I told you I would do to you, don’t you?”
“Ravish me,” I teased, still touching myself for him.
His fingertips danced up the insides of my thighs, and I shivered. They hovered over my underwear, teasing me with their heat. I raised my hips, trying to maneuver his hand to touch my core, but he just chuckled lowly and pulled his hand away.
“No,” he said, finger under my chin. “I said that I was going to fuck you.” He brushed his thumb against my mark, and I moaned. “Now, take off your panties.”
I bat my lashes at him and continued to touch myself through my underwear, feeling the heat rush to my core. All I wanted was for his fingers to touch me, to make me feel good.
“Take off your panties,” he said again, voice hardening.
“You take them off of—”
He laid on the bed next to me and wrapped one hand around my throat, lightly squeezing. “Be good for once”—he drew his fingers against the hem of my underwear—“and maybe I’ll reward you,” he mumbled against my lips.
I gulped and drew my legs together, not being able to deal with the pressure rising inside of me. He continued to dance his fingers along the hem of my underwear, brushing two of them under the material.
I moaned softly to myself, brows drawn together, and pulled down my panties, aching for him to touch me. He smirked and took them from me, playing with them in his fingers. Then, he tossed them to the side of the bed and lightly pulled one of my thighs over his leg, so they were spread wide for his viewing.
When he trailed his fingers up the inside of my thigh, my pussy clenched. He pressed his hardness against my leg, and I moaned. My fingers hovered over my core, waiting for him to touch me himself. “Don’t stop touching yourself,” he mumbled against my lips, his hand still around my throat.
