“Yo, Brother,” Jett shouts from outside.
Skylar stiffens, terror bleeding from her wide eyes.
“Just dropped the new hide on your porch,” he adds. “See ya after my nap or whatever.”
My brother’s heavy footfalls fade until they’re an echo, then nothing.
Skylar lets out a relieved breath, and just like that, her jealous growl is back in full force. “Don’t do it. Don’t bring Easton down here.”
“You know it’s not like that. He means nothing to me.” To drive the point home, I steal her bottom lip, snagging it between my teeth.
She squirms in my grip, whimpering, “Ow, ow, ow.”
I don’t let go.
She has no idea how much her fury turns me on.
I’m suffocated by the need to have more of her wide eyes. Driven to snap one hand on the back of her head.
So I do. I tug her as close as possible, coax her lips open, andtake. We’re starving, both of us. I kiss her more brutally than before, and she kisses me right back.
I tighten my grip on her until she screams in my mouth.
That wounded sound fucks with me the most. I bite her lip hard, groaning as her blood coats my tongue.
I don’t swallow it. Won’t. The beast in me has other plans.
With my thumb, I pry Skylar’s bottom lip down. I take advantage of her confused state and let her blood and my spit spill into her mouth.
“You’re mine.” Releasing her jaw, I cover her pretty lips before she has a chance to get rid ofus. “We’ll always be together, always. Easton’s skin is fucking nothing.”
Skylar’s cheeks puff as she holds it all in.
Her narrowed gaze is accusatory still.
Traitor.
Cheater.
Don’t you touch him.
My chest is ready to split open from all this love she’s showering me with.
Reining myself in, I give her a clipped, “Swallow.”
The feral little thing huffs against my palm, shaking her head.
“Skylar, I love it when you’re stubborn, but right now, we have work to do. So. Swallow.”
Her fingers fist my shirt, her nails digging hard enough to sting. She shakes her head in a dare.
“We’ve got two weeks here. Tanning takes longer, so I obviously won’t get it done by the time we leave, but I have to get started. If I don’t, and they drop by here, they’ll notice.” I slide my hand up a little higher, a warning that I could block her nose. That I could choke her. “In that case, I’ll slaughter them to keep you safe. However, I can avoid it by working on him. That’s all it is—work.”
Her hands go around her throat, then she points out there. A silent question of:Why not kill them now, like you want Bronwyn dead?
Skylar’s mad on my behalf, same as I am.
It makes me crazy that she cares about me.
