Page 149 of Crave Me

Elijah positioned the flamethrower, rigging it so it was still running, while he then made a break for it.

As we continued to be blocked from making it past the wall of flames, I couldn’t stand it.

Especially when Cas and Dante started strategizing about backing out and coming at our target from another angle.

That left the possibility of the fucker being able to slip out.

Hell, no.

My fists clenched and I readied myself.

I caught Damien’s eye and I saw him register what I was about to do.

It looked like he was going to stop me or maybe alert Cas.

But then he sighed and gave me a chin lift, letting me know he had my back.

In the next second, before Cas or Dante could figure out my plan, I went for it.

I ran at the flames and leapt through them.

“Caleb!” Cas bellowed.

I ducked and rolled once I reached the other side, as fire licked at my body and hair alike.

I managed to put it out and then I came up into a primed crouch just as Elijah disappeared through a door leading to the other half of the building.

“Don’t!” I heard Cas calling. “Wait for backup!”

I ignored it.

I couldn’t let this go.

I couldn’t let this bastard escape.

Bolting through the door, I caught sight of his spiky hair as he dipped into another room.

I burst on into the space lined with shelving units housing a bunch of metal cases of differing sizes—handguns and disassembled semi-automatics within. I noted the door in the corner that I remembered from the plans led into the front of the building. Panic gripped me as I saw it ajar. Had he already slipped through on his road to escape through the chaos of the battle taking place?

No. No!

I was barely two steps in when that worry proved unfounded, as he jumped at me, body checking me into one of the shelves.

He grinned maniacally as he dug his fingers into my chest, the tactical gear protecting me from feeling most of it. “Yes, there’s my pet returning to me, just like I knew he would.” He grabbed at my pants, fisting my cock in a brutal grip that had me hissing. “Missed this gorgeous specimen.” His eyes flashed. “Missed sinking into that perfect ass more.”

I roared and slammed my arms up and out, breaking his grip, then smashed my boot into his gut.

He fell back several feet against the shelves opposite, laughing.

As I stalked to him, more poisonous words spewed forth. “Does King recoil at your very presence, recognizing that you’re damaged goods to him? Violated by the man who murdered his parents?” He smirked. “Don’t worry, you aren’t to me. My special boy.”

“Motherfucker!”

I lunged at him.

But he reacted fast, snatched up one of the metal cases and whipped it at my head.

As I grunted and stumbled back from the disorientation, he snagged my tactical jacket and yanked me down. Shoving me against the shelves on my ass, he wrapped his hand around my throat.

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