“No…” I say hesitantly.
I look over at Jodelle, who’s practically drooling over Reiner as he showers her with compliments. One of his fingers holds a strand of her honey-blonde hair. I scowl. It takes everything in me not to let my shadows corrupt her body and kill her, strip her bones agonizingly slowly from their flesh. I bite my tongue, regain my composure, and refocus on Fynn.
“Reiner here is very single and ready to find a… mate,” I say the words through pursed lips.
“Oh, really?” Jodelle coos. “That shouldn’t be hard for such a handsome guy. Your eyes are mesmerizing; I could stare at them all day, ice and ocean combined.”
I frown in astonishment at her blatant display of flirtatious behavior, especially in front of Fynn. I give him a quick look, and he mouths at me, “Talk later.” I nod at him, then mouth back, “Find me.” He gives me a small smile. We both stand in an uncomfortable silence while Jodelle is obscenely flirting with Reiner, who both lets and encourages her. It’s almost as if he’s enjoying this situation a little too much. I take a step to the side, followed by another one, until I’m standing right next to Fynn. I softly bump my shoulder against his.
“What the fuck is going on, Fynn? This is insane…” I whisper discreetly.
“She’s punishing me for hanging out with you,” he murmurs.
“Shit, I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. I’ll find you later today. Promise.”
I smile, then carefully, without Jodelle noticing, as she’s too occupied with Reiner, I thread my fingers through Fynn’s, giving him a light squeeze—a small gesture of affection. He grabs metightly when I want to untangle our hands, lacing his fingers into mine.
“Not yet,” he whispers.
And so, we stand, less uncomfortable, again surrounded by our own silence, while a strange mating dance unfolds before us, a courtship that holds no future yet is still being entertained. Reiner plays his part formidably, courting her brazenly before her counterpart, and she shamelessly revels in his attention. I find it sickening.
As if only just realizing they have an audience, Jodelle turns to Fynn, who quickly releases my fingers, a cold lingering where his hand was caressing mine. She struts to him, apologizes briskly for her behavior, squints her eyes at me, and then pulls Fynn aside. She links her arm through his and starts marching, dragging him away from me. As he walks off, Fynn swiftly looks back and gives me a small wave and wink. I know I’ll see him tonight in private.
“You had your fun?” I snarl at Reiner when they are out of hearing range.
“Jealous?” he asks, lifting one brow and slightly tilting his head as he looks at me.
This time, I have no reservations or doubts about answering the question he asked me previously under different circumstances.
“Yes. I hated it. Happy?” I snap.
“Well, you said I was ready to find a fucking mate. A mate? What am I? A fucking wolf? Was she to become my Luna?” he laughs as he picks at his nails.
“I didn’t know what I was supposed to say! She was so clearly interested in you… And you in her,” I spit the last words.
I’m unable to hold the green inside any longer, the jealousy coursing through me. I cross my arms in defiance, glaring at him. I despised hearing him compliment another woman,especially that she-devil, Jodelle. Seeing him flirt with her, my anger flares at the thought. My shadows hover atop my skin, ready to pounce.
“Come,” he says in an authoritative tone.
Irritated, I stomp after him into a dark, shrouded alleyway. No, I realize, it’s not shrouded; damp mist is obscuring us, and his fog is circling around us. Firmly, Reiner grabs my chin and tilts my head until my eyes meet his mesmerizing, mismatched ones—those blue eyes of his, one light, one dark.
“That human bitch is but a mere instrument, nothing more,” he says.
Before I can protest, his lips are on mine, and I sigh longingly into his mouth, opening up so his tongue can enter. Hungrily, his tongue swipes against my lips. I weave my fingers in his long, white hair and pull firmly, a growl escaping from him. A minor punishment for even looking at her. His strong arms pick me up, and he slams me against the wall. I groan from the impact, then wrap my legs around him and start grinding against his already hard cock. He likes to play rough with me. While I grind, Reiner breaks our kiss, his contrasting eyes feral and darkened.
“Careful now, baby, or I’ll fuck you right here. They might not see you, but they will hear every moan, especially him; I’ll make sure of that,” he smirks, his tone possessive.
As a response, I pull up my shirt, freeing my breasts, my nipples erect. He licks his lips at the sight. My breasts swell with anticipation.
“Why do you keep talking?” I tease.
It’s all he needs as he takes a breast in his mouth, sucking and biting. He nips at my nipple, his teeth sharp against my sensitive skin, and I mewl in ecstasy. I no longer care who can or cannot hear me; I only need this pure bliss.
Reiner puts me down, impatiently removing my pants by unbuttoning them and dragging them down. I swiftly take my shirt off. I step out of my pants and underwear, now completely naked in front of him. He has an approving look on his face as he takes in my bare form. My eyes dart to the bulge in his pants, but before I can make a move, he scoops me up and presses me violently against the wall again. The stones are rough against my back. My legs instinctively envelop his body again, and I tuck my arms around his neck. My shadows are out of control due to my arousal, and they whirl around us. He kisses me savagely, tasting me while holding me with one arm, providing support, his other hand traveling between us.
I feel his fingers tracing my slit, feeling how wet I am for him, my breathing increasing erratically. I hear his growling assent as we kiss frantically. Two fingers are pressed into my drenched entrance, and he starts to pump as his lips are still locked on mine. I grind against his fingers, desperately searching for my release, but before it arrives, he removes his fingers and shoves them in my mouth. He tells me to taste myself as I whine at the emptiness. I suck on them while I try to pleasure myself, but he takes out his fingers and harshly swats my hand away. Without saying a word, he takes out his hard cock, positions himself, and enters me completely, filling me to my core, my body inviting him in as he stretches me with each hard thrust. I moan in his mouth as he takes from me, teaching me a lesson for even considering that he would have an interest in someone else. He thrusts his cock into my vagina at a punishing pace while the stone scrapes against my skin. I finger his hair, holding onto him.
