I stormed to the arsenal, grabbing my gun, knife, and bow with its quiver of arrows. I cursed the Moon Goddess for the hundredth time that morning.
And then I headed for the compound.
Chapter Sixteen
Marcus
For the first time in twenty-two years, my wolf remained quiet all morning. I felt hollow, its silence carving a hole in my soul that opened into nothing but darkness. Hatred grew rampant in the dark, its vines clinging to anything in their path and choking the life out of it.
Happiness, hope? Gone.
Love…?
Well… You can’t take from nothing.
I leaned my head back against the office chair as I continued to stroke myself.
She rejected you.
I tightened my grasp on my length.
She doesn’t care about you; and be honest with yourself—you just love stuffing her, you pathetic fuck.
I squeezed my eyes shut, the memory of Joanna on her knees pulling a low moan from my lips. My hand slid to the head of my cock to mimic the way her mouth moved.
“I don’t need her,” I whispered. I rested my left forearm against the desk, flexing my fingers as the sensation built. Air hissed through my clenched teeth.
It hadn’t been long since the hunter was last in this room.
Sat on this desk.
Allowed my tongue to thrust into her.
I pumped faster, licking my lips, the thought of her taste leaving me panting.
“Just like that, Marcus.”
I released another moan, shifting in the chair. Every muscle in my body tensed until it became impossible to take more.
“Do you believe in second chances, Blackwood?”
A guttural groan tore from deep in my throat as pressure exploded from my core. Streams of cum shot onto my shirt. I grabbed the armrests of the office chair, pulling in shallow breaths as my cock twitched between my unbuttoned jeans.
I carefully pulled the shirt from over my head and used it to clean off before throwing it in the trashcan by my desk. A pitiful chuckle escaped my lips as I eased myself back into my pants.
I’d just proven my wolf wrong: We’d do just fine without her.
A soft rap sounded at the door.
At least he gave me a few minutes to catch my breath.
“It’s open,” I called out, resting my head in my hand and closing my eyes.
I listened as Lucas crept into my office. His aura vibrated with uncertainty and shame. He stopped in the middle of the room, and I waited for him to speak.
When he failed to, I opened my eyes and lifted my head to glower at him. He stood there wringing the bottom of his flannel button-up.
“Are you going to say something?” I growled. “Or is your plan to waste my time this morning?”
