Page 70 of Outcast

We were naked and touching, so I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant, but when we got into the shower, under the warm water, he pushed me up against the wall, spread my legs, and thrust into me.

I gasped and he moaned.

He grabbed one of my legs, pulled it around his hip, then growled, grabbed my other leg, holding me up against the wall with my legs wrapped around him, and fucked me hard. Thankfully with his arms behind me, so my body wasn’t hitting the cold, tile wall.

Bending his head, he opened his mouth like he was going to bite me, but pulled back, eyes wide. He sucked in a breath, moved to the other side and bit me gently. The bite’s gentleness caught me off guard, but it still excited me and I screamed, almost hitting my head against the wall as I threw it back.

He pulled out and grunted as he came.

“We better clean quick so you can go see the others,” Triston said as he set me on my feet. “They’ve missed you as much as I did, maybe more.”

Branson started washing me, but his eyes focused on my shoulder, the spot Triston had looked at earlier. He froze and the soap bar dropped from his hand. “Shit. Ember, I’m so sorry.”

“The soap didn’t hit my toes,” I said and stepped back to give him more room to bend down and pick the bar up.

“No, I, uh?—”

Triston shook his head and retrieved the soap, washing me quickly. “No time now, man. Let’s finish up before they barge in.”

Branson looked like he wanted to run away. What was going on? Why was he so upset?

I hissed when Triston washed the place Branson had bitten me, but once rinsed off it stopped burning.

We all quickly dressed and went down to the dining room where I could hear Caleb and Riddick talking with Caleb’s family.

Caleb and Riddick immediately turned around when I entered, smiles on their faces, but Caleb’s smile quickly turned into a scowl as he marched towards me. He bent down and inhaled my shoulder over the bite wound. A growl so loud that it shook my body had me stepping back in fear, but his anger was focused entirely on Branson, who was looking at the ground. Caleb rushed to Branson, grabbed him by the throat, and lifted him off of his feet.

Branson grasped at Caleb’s arms and his legs kicked, but he didn’t truly fight back.

“What have you done?” Caleb shouted.

“Caleb!” I yelled and started to move towards them, but Riddick grabbed me and shook his head once, eyes focused on the two.

Everyone else in the room had frozen as well, but Caleb’s fathers started to inch closer as silent as possible.

“I’m … I’m sorry,” Branson wheezed. “It wasn’t on purpose.”

“That’s not an excuse!” Caleb roared and the entire house and ground beneath us shook.

Why was he so mad?

“Did you ask her first?” Caleb asked. “No, you didn’t. I can tell by the way you were cowering when you walked in. How dare you!”

Branson’s face was bright red, his breath cut off by Caleb’s hold.

“Caleb!” I snapped. “Put him down.”

“Who should have been first?” Caleb asked.

“Y-You,” Branson whispered, barely able to speak.

“Caleb!” I snapped, louder.

Caleb growled and didn’t move.

Stepping out of Riddick’s hold, I marched up to Caleb and set a hand on his arm that held Branson aloft. “Set him down and let’s talk. Please.”

Caleb’s eyes flicked down to mine and I tensed at the sight of his oddly shaped pupils. They were a combination dragon slit, wolf circular, and an oddly pearly glow emanated from them.

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