Page 54 of Supernova

I tilted my head, giving him full access to my neck. He took the hint, kissing it more feverishly.

I turned towards him slightly, looking at him intently. Taking every divine inch of him in. He gave me that beautifully wicked smile. “Tell me what you want, Supernova.”

Fuck, this guy was going to be the death of me.

“Kiss me.”

His lips twitched and his grin grew impossibly wider.

He turned to our friends. “We’ll be back,” he matter of factly stated. And with that he grabbed my arm and began pulling me in the direction of the bathrooms, to the slightly quieter hallway where we might have a moment alone. I didn’t get to see their reaction but I did hear the immature excitement in their responses as I was whisked away.

In my state of bliss and anticipation, I only vaguely noticed the blur of figures storming towards me in my peripherals as he hurriedly pulled me along. By the time I actually thought to pay attention, it was too late.

I squealed, jumping out of Griffin’s grip as icey cold liquid coated my dress and arms.

“Mutt slut!”

It took me a few moments to register what had just happened.

In front of me was Sienna, an empty glass in her hand tipped towards me and an annoyingly smug face staring back at me. I don’t know how I managed to take in the luscious curls in her two-toned hair or her figure-hugging bronze satin mini dress. But I did. I also took in the three other girls who always clung to her side, laughing and sneering at me. Sienna’s glare was malicious. Her intent was clear on her face. Was this bitch for real?

Griffin, who had a much quicker reaction time, had already put himself between us and shoved her away. He snarled with threatening menace, “Get the fuck away from her.”

I looked down at my dress, twisting my arms around to take in the damage. I was covered in a sticky pink drink. Ice and the liquid now coated the floor and my shoes. My legs were also a victim of the splashback. I then scanned the area around me, noticing a little crowd watching us curiously. This was so fucking embarrassing.

“You don’t want to know what happens if you ever pull something like this again, Sienna. Do you understand me?” Griffin continued. His tone was like the cold bite of pure ice. Dangerous and unforgiving.

Sienna stared at him, her eyes wide with surprise. “Oh come on Griff–”

“I said, do you understand me?” Griffin’s grumble was impossibly low and sinister as he cut her off.

She nodded.

“Good. Now get the fuck out of my face,” he commanded. She obeyed, running off with her minions.

He turned to me and cupped my face but I pulled away.

“Are you okay? Let’s get you cleaned up.” He started directing me towards the bathroom.

“No.” I pulled back, heading towards the exit. “I need to get out of here.” The mortification had kicked in now that the shock was melting away.

Griff looked at me with a softness that I’d rarely seen before and then took my hand again, leading me towards the door instead of the bathroom. He walked me out to get some fresh air, holding my arm to keep me steady. It wasn’t a big deal and I was stronger than this now. But it was the embarrassment that had gotten to me. It had harshly ripped me out of the whimsical, lascivious state I was in, leaving me in a desolate place of disoriented and humiliated discomposure.

When we got outside, he pulled me to the side, leaning me against the wall of the club as he shielded me from the elements with his large build. He untucked his shirt from his pants and used the material to wipe the remnants of Sienna’s drink from my arms and then dabbed over the latex of my dress. My poor dress. I was just grateful for the material that allowed most of the drink to slip off rather than soak in, although it would remain sticky. I couldn’t say the same for his top that would surely be wet now. But I knew he wouldn’t care or bother to stop, even if I told him to.

He bent down to wipe my legs and my cheeks heated.

“Do you still love him?” He suddenly asked while he worked away at cleaning up the mess.

“Huh?” I replied stupidly. I wasn’t expecting that after everything that had just happened.

“The wolf.” His grey eyes met mine. “Do you still love him?” He urged.

“Oh. I, uh … I wouldn’t use the word love anymore. He’s the bad guy. He doesn’t deserve my love.”

“But you still think of him?” I could tell he was working hard to keep his face neutral, to show no emotion. He pretended he was very interested in the sticky stains on my dress that he had returned to—anything to ensure he didn’t meet my gaze.

I pondered his question for a moment. “Yes,” I admitted. I did still think of Riv. I thought about how someone you knew so well could betray you. I thought about what he was doing and if he still thought about me. No matter how heartbroken I was, he still crossed my mind. But that didn’t mean I wanted him back. It also didn’t mean that I didn’t want Griffin. In fact, he consumed most, if not all, of my thoughts these days.

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