Don’t ask me shit, just try to kill me so I can rip off your sack, nail itto the wall, and hand over your soul to our Father who art in Hell.
“And what’s that?” I answered sweetly.
The sound of our footsteps was still muffled by the fading beats of Lucious.
We turned the corner, and that’s when electricity hummed in my ear, sending bursts of static rippling across my skin and an eager moan lingering in my throat.
We were being watched, and I was a total whore for murderous exhibitionism.
My demon side searched the alley like a fine red mist for what I knew was lurking in the dark. What I didn’t know was how many.
My demon side hunted the obvious in the dark—fluttering carotids, the ammoniac smell of excitement, and whispers too eager to stay silent enough to hide as they waited for their alpha’s signal to pounce. Disgust, clean and cold, rinsed through me.
If I were mortal, this is where I’d die.
“What’s your question?” I licked my bottom lip, never breaking eye contact before I bit into supple flesh and tilted my chin up devilishly. Axton broke our eye contact to watch, and the flush that bloomed on his cheeks made my pulse quicken.
It was going to look so fucking good painting the alley walls.
“How would you like a little company?”
Shadows peeled off the surrounding brick. They pressed in slowly, their blurred edges forming into a collection of gangly limbs and rigid muscle that was ready to pounce.
“Other than you?” I asked innocently.
He didn’t give a shit. It was all part an illusion allowing me to retain a semblance of control over the situation so that I wouldn’t run or scream. I’m sure it worked all of the time.
“Other than myself,” he confirmed.
“I’d say…” I stretched the words out, wrapping one arm around his shoulders and running a finger down his chest with the other. When I looked up at him, I bit my lip and whispered, “The more the merrier.”
Axton captured my lips and pushed until my naked back pressed against therough masonry. I kissed him back vigorously, making all of the little moans and whimpers a man like him would expect. He probably believed a woman should come just because he’d blessed her with his touch.
Admittedly, they weren’t all fake. I bit his lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood and licked it without compunction.
I cried out when he pinned my arms above my head, groaning encouragement as he spread my legs with his thigh and pressed it against my pussy. I couldn’t help myself then. I lost myself in daydreams, grinding against his leg to ride out my pleasure as flashes of his dead eyes and blood strung along the brick wall sent me into a lustful frenzy. I imagined his moans were pleas for mercy and that the extra hands now roaming my exposed flesh were that of his friends trying to pull me away from his corpse. The thought made me nearly desperate as I let my plan play out.
Axton smiled before jerking me forward and I went with it, limp as a ribbon. Being unkillable comes with perks; one of them is choosing when to pretend I’m not. I gasped, small and helpless, as they caged me in. The heat of them made a feverish sweat break out across my skin. Teeth sank into my earlobe as another’s tongue licked down my neck; I was going to enjoy cutting that out of him. Hands groped me from all directions, cupping me between the legs and squeezing my breast until I lost track of how many men were in on the action.
The more the merrier. I could toss Satan his sack and tell him to shove off earlier than usual.
Satisfied groans rang in a disgusting chorus around me. They thought they’d won. Men love to mistake performance for permission. I let them. It made the turn so much sweeter.
“Wait.” I deflected Axton’s kiss and made a show of pushing him away. If he came back for more…
He was so dead.
“Come on, baby,” the one behind me said with a breathy laugh while pressing his hard-on into my hip as if it could convince me to stay. “There’s no stopping this train.”
“Yeah,” agreed another to my right. “We promise it’ll be fun. Right, guys?”
A chorus of knowing laughter came at me from every direction. The tonesaid that they had no intention of leaving whether I wanted this or not.
“I just think we should slow down,” I tried again, turning my head left and right as I pulled against Axton’s restraint on my arms all the while silently hoping he only forced me harder.
That was the plan; let him think I’d fold, then end it quickly. If I could kill Axton, I was one step closer to being ready for Callen.
Axton stepped back in a rush, leaving me in the arms of the body behind me.
