Page 78 of Scorned

That was the most I’d heard the woman talk since she got here, and now, I wish I hadn’t. “You can leave anytime you please,” I growled, then stepped in close. “Or I can swiftly end your suffering.”

“Goddammit, Winston!” Ravage hollered, and I threw my hands out.

“That bitch was in the woods probably calling Venom and everyone wants to point fingers at me like I’m the fucking bad guy,” I pounded my fists against my chest, “when I’m the only one taking action while you assholes sit around and watch!”

“I gave her permission to call,” Peach said, bringing my heated gaze to her. Her eyes darkened, and it was rare to see Peach actually angry. “You need to go feed. Right damn now!”

“You heard her,” Ravage added with a glare.

My blood boiled as I pointed at Nellie. “When she betrays us, and I guarantee she fucking will, everyone will be apologizing to me!”

I took off fast, flames flickering within me as I approached my cabin. Upon entering, I forcefully shut the door and resumed my restless pacing.

The fusion of my uncontainable anger and months of frustration resulted in a scream tearing from my throat. “Fuck! Fuck!”

How can no one else see a rat?

I wished I’d taken two seconds out to see Sage’s expression, because I knew damn well, she also believed Nellie was betraying us.

The rage continued to bubble in me, and I took a deep breath, attempting to control it, but it had gone too far. I tore my T-shirt off and balled it up, squeezing it tightly like it was my enemy before tossing it aside.

There were only a couple of things that had the power to soothe me now. Either sinking my fangs into a vein while having mind-blowing sex or hacking into someone’s security system. Considering I’d possibly angered Lyric further, I’d have to opt for the latter.

Plopping my ass into my computer chair, I pulled up the programs I had running on my PC, and after clicking around on a few things, I quickly realized hacking wasn’t going to help me tonight.

Shit.

Exasperated, I slung myself back into my chair and scrubbed my hands over my face. Deep down, I knew I needed blood and angry sex, and if Lyric wasn’t going to give it to me, then I guess I’d have to find someone who would.

My body required a fangster—a human willing to trade sex for a vampire bite. And if I wanted to find one and get back before sunrise, I had to leave town now.

Yanking my motorcycle keys from the coffee cup on my desk, I stood, shoved them into my pocket, and headed into the bathroom. After cleansing my face, I reapplied some deodorant and added a few sprays of cologne to my chest.

As I smoothed out my hair, I eyed myself in the mirror, ensuring I was desirable enough to fuck. Tattoos of flowers, skulls, and snakes covered my arms and chest, and my throat had a large moth inked on it. I grinned, knowing some women found it irresistible.

My gaze went to the stubble on my face before landing on my hazel irises and I immediately thought of Lyric. Her big doe eyes were almost the same color as mine, but had more yellow in them. I’d always felt their color was a flawless reflection of real amber. Of course, they were completely gorgeous too, set below long lashes and perfectly arched brows.

Does it count as cheating if your girlfriend ends the relationship but still loves you?

Lyric’s face remained etched in my memory, making it impossible for me to answer my own question with any response other than yes.

A woman had broken my heart by cheating on me and I’d never do that to Lyric. If that meant not sleeping with anyone else until she moved on with her life, then so be it.

The wind left my sails as I headed to my desk and threw the keys back into the coffee cup. With a sigh, I retook my seat and leaned my elbows onto my knees, dropping my head into my hands.

Attempting to reach a place of calm, I took some long deep breaths, relaxing my body. As I inhaled my fifth breath, a hint of Lyric’s natural scent entered my nose, then my porch creaked.

I lifted my face toward the door and before she could knock, I said, “Come in.”

She slid smoothly inside, the scent of the bonfire mixed with alcohol clung to her, hiding some of her natural scent. She softly shut the door, then nervously leaned against it. “I was just checking on you.”

She locked her eyes on me, awaiting my response.

Her stunning features were impossible for me to not notice, including her tousled chestnut hair from where I had my hands in it earlier. Even messy, it somehow made her even more beautiful. My gaze left her face, traveling to her perfect breasts with pebbled nipples visible under a blue crop top. I wasn’t surprised she was braless since she rarely wore one unless sparring. Her leggings were low cut, allowing her flat stomach and belly button to peek through, and at her waistband was a tiny bit of her favorite pink laced panties.

Flashbacks of the first time I saw her wearing them filled my brain. I remembered it like it was yesterday, but really, it was the night I fucked her on the kitchen counter. I swallowed the lump in my throat, shoving the memories aside.

That beautiful body is going to be the death of me.

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