“What?”
He huffs once. “That’s what I want to know.”
I roll my eyes and sigh. “What are you on about?”
He doesn’t answer for so long, I peer at him in my peripheral to see if he’s still there.
He is.
“Why you? What is it about you that makes Nyx favor you?”
My laughter is so violent, I almost choke on it. “Why don’t you try not being a fecking cunt?”
The way his eyes widen then squint angrily makes me laugh harder.
“You’ve been nothing but an insufferable emo wannabe spoilt child the entire time I’ve known you, and word has it, you’ve always been that way.” I stand and turn to him. His tall form is solid, his muscular arms bare and covered in black flame tattoos that travel up to his neck and lick his jaw and ears. His silver facial jewelry glints in the sunlight as his head tilts and his nostrils flare. My lungs fill with the scent of cinnamon and clove, a touch of something bitter. It takes a moment for me to realize the bitterness is coming from me, and he most certainly smells it.
“Nyx needs you.” I stare him down as steadily as I can, draw in a deep breath and let it out slow. “You may have mated her, marked her, but you’re not there with her. Do better, for all our sake.”
Erich catches my forearm in a tight grip as I move to turn away, spins me back to face him. When his pale eyes sparkle at me dangerously, he says, “You love her.”
I stop myself from rolling my eyes again. Instead, I tell him in a strong voice, “She’s everything to me.”
But he just keeps staring, silently, and my anger begins to boil in my chest until it bursts from me. “What do you want me to say? What do you want to hear? That she and I mated and marked each other before you two did? You want to hear about how hard she came on my cock when I sank my teeth into her flesh?” My breath is ragged and fast.
I pull my shirt collar down to reveal her bite on my clavicle, and without missing a beat, he releases me and pulls the arm of his tee up to reveal her bite just where his shoulder andarm connect. Then, he gets an evil glint in his eye and smiles wickedly. “Did you see where I marked Nyx, Omega?”
An unwanted rush overtakes my body at his dominant use of my designation.
We haven’t had any alone time lately, aside from sleeping, so the answer is no.
The question is, do I want to know?
The way he taunts tells me probably not. And yet…
His grin grows wider as he steps into my space. I try and fail to stand my ground, knocking into the bench I’d been sitting on, but not dropping back down. He’s only an inch or two taller than me, but it feels like he’s looming over me.
The tip of his nose nearly touches mine when he breathes the answer. “I sank my teeth into the soft flesh of her breast. Marked right around that plump nipple, drew her sweet blood into my mouth.”
I can’t breathe. His nose touches mine now and I’m frozen.
“I sucked and kept sucking her flesh until it turned purple while working my knot in and out of that tight pussy.”
An unbidden whine bubbles from my chest, and I’m angry at myself for letting it out. But then my perfume blooms around me, Erich’s nostrils flare, and his mouth crushes mine with such force my lip splits on one of my teeth, making me bleed.
And I don’t care.
I open my mouth to him, draw his pierced tongue into me and suck, my hands gripping the back of his head while his do the same to me.
Our tongues dance, tinged with my fresh-spilt blood, and my cock stirs. His does in turn against my hip, and we groan in unison.
The feel of him is delicious and calming, and I love it.
I hate it.
Hate him.
How dare he kiss me like this out of anger.
