“Yeah, but I didn’t realize you were the type of asshole who would retaliate for being turned down!”
Harlow jerked back, his eyes going wide. “What?!”
“That’s right! I can tell! You’ve been picking and poking, and trying to aggravate me all fucking day, all because when you asked me out, I said no!”
“Foxx, I wasn’t trying to irritate you because you told me no. I was irritating you because you were acting fucking weird and hesitant about going up against these stupid werewolves.”
“Bullshit!”
Even as he snapped…his traitorous mind felt the need to remind him that he, in fact,hadbeen in a weird headspace when they’d first set off. Was it possible that…Harlow had actually noticed he’d been feeling off…?
“I’m not mad that you said no,” Harlow pressed.
“I—” He grimaced. “I don’t believe you!”
The human growled angrily. “Well, you fucking have to because it’s the truth!”
“Admit it, you are mad!”
“I’m not!”
“Ah, yes, because you wanting to kill Iggy is so equal to not being mad!” he sassed.
“I do want to kill Iggy, but that has nothing to do with me being mad at you!”
“Then what does it have to do with?!”
“It has to do with you being FUCKING MINE!” Harlow roared.
“I’m not yours!”
“You are!”
“I’m not!” Foxx denied again. “And see, you are mad!”
“I’m mad at Iggy trying to get near you, but I am NOT mad about you saying no to me!”
“THAT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE!” Foxx screamed.
And Harlow screamed right back. “IT MAKES PERFECT FUCKING SENSE!”
“YOU ARE INFURIATING!”
“AND YOU’RE NOT?!” Harlow bellowed.
His breaths coming in and out in angry puffs, Foxx glared at the human who was breathing just as hard as him, and glaring right back. One minute he was glaring, and the next, Harlow’s tongue was down his throat.
Foxx’s mouth tasted both sweet and like blood, the splatter mixing in with their kiss.Mine…Foxx was his. These lips, this body, were his!
He growled when Foxx yanked away, the vampire catching Harlow’s bottom lip with one of his fangs, drawing blood. “Behave,” Harlow growled.
“Fuck you.”
“Mine,” he growled, slamming his mouth back down. Foxx hissed but angrily kissed him back, his fangs nipping and drawing blood each time. They tumbled over, their mouths never separating, even as they landed on the blood-covered wooden floor, a mutilated body right beside them. Foxx’s hands began tearing at his jacket, so he tugged it off, before breaking the kiss to roll Foxx over.
The vampire protested, but he dragged him across the floor to stop him from flipping again. Latching onto his slick blood-covered overalls and boxer briefs, he…ripped them right down the middle before tugging them off.
“You!” Foxx snarled, the man bucking him off. Harlow grunted as his back hit the floor, an angry hissing vampire now on top of him. Foxx sat there in only his blood smeared pink alligator sweater and gun holster—his hat having been lost somewhere during the tornado routine. At a flick of movement behind the man, Harlow was unholstering his gun, flicking the safety off, and firing without too much thought. Firing again when a second werewolf appeared behind the first he just killed.
