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“I’ll get you in, you crazy fucker,” Xander pants, shoving at me. I go stumbling back, but now there’s a massive grin on my face. “Really?” “Yes, you illiterate backwater hick.” “Well, now I’m just going to blow it up out of spite, aren’t I?”
My playful wolf is not right in the head.
Sabrina says snidely over her fruit salad, “He’s got that ‘I’m-too-good-for-aftercare’ type look, doesn’t he?” We all grunt in agreement, eyes narrowed on the male.
“Blowing up a building is the very least I would do to get to you.”
He kneels down next to my bed and clasps his hands together like he’s a child praying at bedtime. “My beautiful, stunning, gorgeous regina, with eyes like a warm summer’s night. May I, pretty please with five cherries on top, eat your pussy and fuck you senseless?”
A timely reminder: gone is the lioness I sat with for four weeks. Gone is the quiet beast who laid her mighty head in my lap. Gone is the anima who purred for me and me alone.
“I sensed the nimpins under your jacket. You did very well.”
“Regina, stop giving that pen a blow job,” Savage barks out loud.
When Aurelia gets back to her table, Minnie takes her hand and whispers, “You’re fucking playing with fire and I love it.” Wild God, they’re all nuts.
He never pushes me. Never demands anything other than my presence. I’m actually starting to believe that he just wants… me.
“He’s great in bed, but he says… I mean, like, I don’t need to be eaten out.” “He says that you don’t need it?” I ask suspiciously. “Red flag,” Savage chokes from behind me.
It takes conscious effort for my voice to emerge calmly. “What is it, Maddox?” He tentatively holds out something, his hand trembling a little. “You can keep it.” I turn to take the object from his palm and, upon recognising it, sigh through my nose. It’s an academy stress ball some of the students designed as a project. Printed on the front in bubble letters, it says: ‘Squeeze me, baby’. On the back: ‘I like it hard’.
“Well, well, well,” a deep voice sneers in disgust, “look what we have here.” My eyes snap open just as a set of white glowing eyes appear through the dark.
“You know what your running does to me.” He forces it out like it’s a swear word. “You’ve tried to run from me three times now, Aurelia.”
I’ve never beheld a beast with power like this. More than an equal.
I deserve to burn in hell for touching her like this when I do not intend to keep her. I can’t keep her. I can’t keep her. I can’t keep her.
“We need to talk about Aurelia.” “You called her angel,”
“You owe me a cupcake now.” Yeti’s voice suddenly turns so vicious it’s half feral. “I’ll give you five hundred fucking cupcakes if you tell me which motherfucker stood you up tonight.”
🥺
“No, you oversized snow cat,” she sneers. “You go back to your dorm and pretend you didn’t see anything here.”
“Um, Savage—” “Lyle,” Savage growls into my vulva, his voice muffled. “Fucking Lyle was here.” “I’m a person, not a place!”
I can’t be away from her. Not anymore.
My fifth mate. The final piece of my soul group. The same unknown beast I healed in Halfeather’s dungeon all those months ago.
“They call me Ghoul, regina. You have not earned my real name.”
“I have five mates. That’s the other scent you’re getting off me.” She stares at me goggle-eyed. “I think you’ll need therapy, Lia.” “Lucky Lyle’s trained for it.”
“Regina,” he coos. Henry coos back. Savage makes a face.
Lyle leans forward in his chair. “They were given merciful deaths. They were trespassing on what is mine.”
Xander leans down to get closer to me and growls with restrained anger, “You ever heard the phrase, ‘don’t poke the dragon?’” “You ever heard the phrase, ‘don’t be a cunt?’”
“Terrible, ruthless, regina,” Xander’s dragon rasps inside my head. “In all our lives together, you have never, not once, asked me to hurt you.” “Don’t heal it,” I mumble faintly. “That’s the rule.” “By all rights I should take you to my den, lay you face down upon my treasure and remind you who owns you.” I can barely make a snarky reply of “Is that a promise?” before I let the darkness swallow me whole.
“Daddy shark do-do-do,” I sing. “Daddy shark do-do-do-do.” I lick my lips. “It’s a children’s song. Do you know it, gang boss?”
Scythe’s eyes fix on my neck with predatory interest until he nods. “Good girl.”
His breath is warm against my pulse. “I dreamed about you long before we met.”
“My father will hear about this!” one of them shouts.
Malfoy? 🤨
“I held her legs open for you, asshole,” I reply. He smirks as he turns around. “And how sweet it was.”
Only a true psychopath would be so unaffected by an official rejection of his soul-group.
“This is why she’s always drained,” is all I say. “Why she is always unwell.” “Fucking admit it, you cold bastard,” Lyle says. “She’s been protecting us from the Serpent Court the entire time. Protecting you.”
I had been ready to die but now I know that I’m not alone. She kept me alive. Even when I didn’t know her.
I can see the beauty in her danger. In her. It’s as if fate knew the exact type of woman who could look me in my mad eyes and bring me crashing to my knees. I stare at her long into the night.
“If you wish to kill me for what I have done, it would be your right. I would die gladly, having known your gentle touch. I would spend my last heartbeats worshipping you.”
For the first time since he came into full power, my animus takes a slow, measured breath and sighs.
