“You,” I snarled, slamming my fist against the bar. My claws pierced the wood. If he didn’t leave, they’d be embedded into his skull next.
Judging by Lyra’s scowl, she was not happy with me.
“Grey, what in the hell do you think you’re doing?” She grabbed my shoulder, trying to pry me away from the guy.
A few patrons turned to look at all the commotion. Hoping to get a front row seat if things got physical. Which was entirely up to him.
“You’re going to want to leave my girl alone.”
“What are you talking about?” Lyra screamed from behind me, digging her nails deeper into my shoulder.
“You wanted my attention, sweetheart. This is what it looks like.” She stilled at the words. “Now I’m not going to ask again.” I bared my teeth. “Get the fuck out of here.”
“Hey, I didn’t know she had a boyfriend…” The coward’s eyes widened as he shifted the blame to Lyra. He looked to her to confirm his story, but she said nothing. “Look man, this was just a misunderstanding.”
“Just because you’re stupid doesn’t make it my problem.” I clenched my fist.
“The bitch didn’t tell me she had a?—”
My fist met his face. The bones in his nose shattered at the force. Blood dripped down his mouth and chin onto the floor.
Lyra clawed at my shirt, yanking me through the crowd. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Teaching the asshole a lesson for calling you a bitch.” Violence was the only way people like him learned.
“I don’t need you to defend my honor. And don’t act all chivalrous. You did that for your own fragile male ego.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a group of guys rallying around their injured friend. He steeled his spine and turned his gaze into the crowd, looking for me. Lyra seemed to notice, too, and shoved me deeper into the club.
She backed me into a bathroom at the end of the hall and locked the door. The out of order sign on the door should allow us some privacy.
“What are you doing here?” She wagged a finger in my face.
“Why don’t you tell me? You’re the one that wanted me here.”
“I wanted you here?” She threw back her head and laughed. “I wanted you to fucking apologize for being such an?—”
“Shut up and come here.” I cut her off with my lips.
Her mouth was greedy, but I was greedier. I deepened the kiss, desperate to taste her, to devour her whole. Her hands threaded through my hair, tugging tightly at the roots near the nape of my neck.
My last bit of restraint snapped. I needed her now.
I backed her into the sink and lifted her up, spreading those gorgeous legs.
“I’m still fucking mad at you.” She bit down hard on my lip.
I pressed my thumb to the fabric of her thong and groaned into the crook of her neck. “Aww, so wet, little witch.” She was already ready to have me buried deep inside her throbbing pussy. “Let me show you a proper apology.”
She looked so fucking naughty sitting on the bathroom counter with her skirt hiked above her waist. I yanked her underwear to the side, loving the way she squirmed under my touch.
I slipped a finger inside, and her hips bucked wildly off the counter.
“Here are the rules of the game. You get to ask me as many questions as you want, but once you come the game is over.” I removed my finger, and it glistened with her desire before I sucked it clean.
Fuck me, she tasted delicious.
“Do you want to play?”
