“Hey, motherfucker! Watch it!” Blush yells, her voice sharp and full of rage.
I glance up just in time to see him, Wrath’s godfather, standing nearby, a blood-soaked grin plastered across his face.
He’s the fucker who just nearly sliced my skull open?
I can feel the heat of fury building in me again, the anger gnawing at my insides as he raises his hands, drenched in red, a knife still gleaming in his grip.
“Oops!” he says, the word dripping with sarcasm.
My teeth grind together, and my gold eyes narrow into a scowl, my body tensing with the desire to tear him the fuck apart right there.
But before I can think further, I hear the unmistakable roar of two more bikes rounding the circus, the engines revving like beasts coming to hunt.
I gasp, panic surging and without hesitation, I grab Blush’s hand again, forcing her to run with me.
We laugh, hysterical and wild, as our bodies weave through the craziness of the crowd. We’re moving too fast to think, cutting a violent path through it all, arms and legs falling to the ground as we carve through people, their blood spraying up us in the wake of our violence.
I can feel Wrath and Soul pushing their way through the mass of bodies, their coloured eyes locked onto us, but they can’t catch us.
Not yet.
Me and Blush keep sprinting, killing people on the way until we find ourself at the edge of the woods.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Aurelia
Me and Blush tear through the trees, breathless laughter spilling from our lips as the roar of engines closes in behind us. Wrath and Soul are gaining, fast. I can hear the low growl of their bikes like predators snarling at our heels. Every thundering rev sends a jolt of adrenaline through my chest.
We break into a small clearing, some kind of campfire area deep in the woods. Blush stumbles, her boots catching on roots, and she crashes to the ground, laughing breathlessly. I skid to a stop, giggling too as I reach down to haul her up, but we’re out of time.
The forest explodes with noise as Wrath and Soul’s bikes burst through the trees, hitting the wet ground hard, tires screeching and chewing into the mud. They don’t stop, they just circle us, the sound deafening.
We flinch, arms shielding our faces, huddling together as dirt, mud, and dead leaves whip around us in a dizzying storm, turning the clearing into a filthy, spinning cyclone.
My heart pounds so hard until the roar dies down as they skid to a stop, their boots hitting the ground as they dismount their bikes
I squeak under my breath, gripping Blush’s hand tighter, ready to bolt again.
But it’s useless because we’re both caught, our hair yanked back hard, dragged down to our knees in the dirt like we were nothing.
My breath hitches as my eyes lock on Wrath’s above me before he crouches slowly, his red gaze shifting between mine and Blush’s with no expression, like he’s already decided what comes next.
Me and Blush breathe heavily, chest to chest, adrenaline pumping as we share a silent look. She doesn’t know what’s about to happen. I never told her. Never warned her.
Wrath’s hand suddenly lifts, his fingers tangling tight in both our hair, forcing us to face each other.
Well, I didn’t think about this—that he was gonna make me touch her, kiss her. This isn’t what I signed up for. And knowing Wrath, he knows that. He’s doing it on purpose, pushing me, making it just uncomfortable enough to watch me squirm.
Blush glances at my lips and I glance at hers, hesitation thick in the air, until Wrath forces us forward, giving us no choice. Our mouths crash together, and her hands find my face gently, a soft, feminine touch that contrasts everything else around us.
We part our lips, and our tongues meet, slow, wet, unspoken. Her lips are full and warm, her tongue pierced dead in the center. She tastes sweet, like she’s been eating cotton candy all night.
Blush moans into my mouth like she actually likes the taste of me, her tongue exploring every corner like she’s starving for it. I mean, it’s not like kissing Wrath, wasn’t expecting that anyway, but it’s hot. Really fucking hot. I’ve never kissed a girl before.
I can feel Wrath and Soul watching us as we start to lose ourselves, the heat building quick between my thighs. Then Wrath suddenly releases Blush’s hair and grabs her arm, guiding it between my legs. I flinch slightly when her fingers brush over my pussy through the fabric.
A second later, Wrath lets go of my hair, and I feel his hand dip beneath me from behind. His fingers grip my fishnets, and with one harsh tug, they rip apart, my panties snapping free right after, discarded like they were never meant to be there.
