And I think I know what’s next.
I gasp when I don’t turn away quickly enough. Silence follows her scream, and his grunt and the head of a young woman about my age and with similar features falls to the ground. Her mouth is still quivering, but her olive eyes are void of any life.
I clutch my hands over my mouth and stomach. Fear overcomes my entire nervous system, and I swallow my own bile. Tears pool in my eyes as I shake my head violently back and forth, hoping that wasn’t real.
“Ugh, I’ve got rogue blood on me. I just got this shirt, too,” the other one says, repulsed and lacking humanity.
The way he speaks of this woman with such disdain in his voice is horrifyingly evil. He places things above the person, and it has to be one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever heard.
“Oh well. Better them than us, right?” the young one says, and it strikes my very core. Anger boils inside me. Their preemptive violence is one Thomas Hobbes would argue to be rational. “Hold on.” Few seconds of silence later, and he says. “The boss wants us to check on the prisoner.”
My wolf sits up, the hair standing up on her back and alerts me,incoming threat.And I gear up for a fight, not against them, but to hold back my wolf.
Chapter NINE
Caleb
Jay is brave, I’ll give her that. But this only worries me further. Her mouth will surely get her in trouble one day. I could have tossed her around like a twig. She wouldn’t stand a chance.
I need to break her out of that habit now before someone else tries to shut her up for good. She’s my weakness. If someone kills her before I do, I’m a goner. But I guess I’m already a goner when it comes to her.
I’m damned if I do, damned if I don’t.
I hate that she makes me feel so fucking alive, even when she’s causing me to bleed out. Her tears and begging in the dungeon called out the devil inside me like a damn siren. It took every ounce of strength I had to leave her there.
When it comes to intimacy, I’ve always preferred tamer things. Spanking, clawing or calling them my “good little slut” and “dirty little whore,” respectfully, of course. But ever since my father’s death, nothing has been the same.
When I watched Olivia’s pained face as I exacted my revenge, I knew something dark inside of me unlocked. The satisfaction was addicting and promoted my kinks to a deep fetish, turning me into a full-blown sadist.
Now, whenever I fuck, I find their pain is the key ingredient to separating mind-blowing sex from just sex. The more deserving of my pain, the more I get off. And no one deserves my wrath more than Jay.
I need her pain more than I need to breathe.
It’s been a while since my guys went to check on her, and they still hadn’t returned. After I endured secondary trauma from hearing Alaina moan the words, “my king,” I bargained with a witch to magically soundproof anywhere the king could get a little too excited for my comfort. From the living room, I keep looking toward the door that leads to the dungeon when Tyler notices.
He checks behind himself. “Why do you keep looking at the door?”
“They’ve been down there awhile, don’t you think?”
I try to disguise my concern as a curious observation, but it’s hard when my mate is alone with other men. Neither my wolf nor I like it.
“Yeah and? She’s like,” he gestures her size and height with his hands. “This big.” He gestures her size and height with his hands.
If she were just anyone, I’d agree. Yet if she can kill an alpha, there’s no telling what else she might be capable of.
My worry must be etched all over my face because Tyler stands and says, “I’ll go check on her.” Always so eager for my approval, Tyler can be annoying, but he is a loyal beta.
I respect his work ethic, but Jay isn’t someone I necessarily want him to bethoroughwith.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” I stroll casually to the doorway, when everything inside me wants to run.
When I get down there, I’m wishing I had.
Both my guys are wailing in agony on the floor with their pants down.
“What happened?” I demand.
They turn over, sitting upright. At the sight of their bruised, swollen and flaccid appendages, I cover my mouth and junk like a reflex. A penile fracture is a male’s second-worst nightmare. The first is what I’ll do to them if they touched her.
