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The shock and pain of the statement immediately registered on Skylar’s face. “Yeah, no worries. I mean, yeah. Do what you need to do.”

The butler approached, extending a pair of swim trunks to Rafe and pointed to a small cottage. “Sir. The green pool house is on the right where you can see to your dressing. I believe these should fit.”

Henri turned to Skylar. “The High Priestess has assigned you to the purple pool house. Inside you will find an exquisite selection of women’s swimwear in various sizes. She had the latest designs flown in from Miami last week. But of course we have the top styles from Sydney and Rio as well. I do hope you find it suitable for your needs.”

“Thank you. I’ll be fine,” Skylar responded, concealing her expression.

Rafe’s chest tightened knowing he’d hurt her. The taste of Skylar haunted him, and Greyson had urged him to feed. The best way for him to put space between them, to create clean boundaries, was to drink from another human. He suspected it would be like putting a Band-Aid over a gushing head wound and wouldn’t do shit to stop him from craving Skylar.

“Greyson. Did you bring the food?” Crass. Hard. Unattractive. He needed to make a break with Skylar. “Where is she?”

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight Skylar brushing a tear from her cheek. I’m an asshole. An asshole who can’t keep a human girlfriend.

“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath.

From the pool, Ilsbeth glared at him. The sting of her icy energy rushed over him like sleet, a message, reminding him of her power.

Rafe set off toward the cottage, refusing to look at her. He swung open the door and slammed it behind him. Greyson stood shirtless in a pair of hot-pink swim shorts dotted with yellow pineapples.

“Where’s my donor?” Rafe stripped off his shirt and pants. Nude, he threw the swimsuit he’d been given onto the floor.

“You’re in a good mood.”

“Where’s the fucking donor?” Ravenous, Rafe’s fangs descended.

“In the bedroom. What’s with the attitude?”

The Alpha whipped his head around, his eyes glowing red. “I need blood.”

“You okay, bud? Skylar would probably let you bite her.”

“No,” he replied with no hesitation. There was no fucking way he was feeding from Skylar. The thought alone enraged him. Never again would he kiss her luscious lips or taste her essence.

With his anger on the edge, he looked across the room. A petite brunette with a pixie cut tapped at her cell phone.

“One second, hun.” She held up a finger.

“On the bed,” he commanded.

“Sorry honey.” She set her phone onto the table and shimmied onto the bed. “You want me sitting? Or laying down? I’m open to extras at a price.”

“Sitting.”

“Oh. Okay. You sure?” She offered her arm to him as if it were a sandwich.

“Silence!” He snatched her arm, his fangs hovering over her skin. He sniffed to make sure she was clean. “Don’t move.”

“You like it rough? No worries. I’m up for a good time. Whatever you want…Ah,” she cried as Rafe struck, his fangs slicing into her flesh.

The tangy blood ran down his throat, feeding the starving beast that tortured him, demanding its hunger be sated. Ever present, it craved its nourishment, punishing his body when he didn’t feed. As he sucked her arm, he released his power to lull her response. Her arousal filled the room, her screaming grew louder. As he retracted his fangs, blood sprayed onto the pale blue cotton quilt. Jesus.

“Oh God. Daddy. Finish me off. Fuck me.” She reached between her legs and stabbed her fingers into her underwear.

“Get out,” Rafe growled.

“Hmm, come on. Bite me again. You know you want it.”

“Greyson! Get her the fuck out,” Rafe yelled.