Page 18 of Wild Wolf

Ethan snorted and Sin sighed dramatically.

“That barely counted – it was a pity kill for old rod-up-the-ass Vamp out there. I haven’t been let loose in a long time and I have all this pent up murder in me which needs fulfilling.”

I looked into Sin’s desperate eyes and shook my head.

“Fine. Seeing as every asshole in this place is clearly a piece of shit willing to deal in the dirtiest of contracts and must at the very least be compliant with whatever the fuck is happening to Roary there – I will give you a green light on killing whoever the fuck you want-”

Sin opened his mouth wide, joy lighting his features and I held up a single finger to stop him before he could explode in celebration.

“But,” I said firmly, cutting that shit off before it could begin. “You wait for me to tell you when it’s time. If you murder so much as a flea before I tell you I’m ready for your brand of carnage, then I swear to the stars, Sin, I will dump you back on Jerome’s doorstep and you won’t ever see me again. Nothing is going to fuck this up. We will get Roary out or die trying.”

“We’ll get him back, love,” Ethan swore, moving around the counter to stand behind me, his hands falling to my shoulders and rubbing firmly. “One more night and we can go to him. I swear we won’t fail you or him.”

I nodded but despite his efforts at massaging the tension from my shoulders, I couldn’t even pretend I was relaxing.

“Stop,” I growled, batting him off but he gripped the edge of my stool and spun me to face him, his growl matching my own as he dipped his face to mine.

“Roary wouldn’t want you dwelling in pain, love,” he snarled. “And don’t go giving me the little girl lost bullshit because I know you well enough to know that despair just isn’t your style.”

“Oh yeah?” I challenged. “So what is my style, stronzo?”

I shoved to my feet, knocking the stool over behind me and smacking my chest into Ethan’s in an attempt to force him back a step. Of course the bastardo didn’t move, didn’t cave, just stared me down with his blue eyes sparking like this reaction was precisely what he’d wanted from me.

“Anger,” he said simply. “Red hot, volcanic, burn the fucking world down rage. So hit me if it will help. Punch me, kick me, bite me, I can take it.”

“This tension in me won’t be relieved like that, stronzo,” I growled, shoving him aside and making to stride away but he caught my wrist and yanked me back to him, moving so close that his mouth was a breath from my lips, his forehead pressing to mine.

“We’ll get him back,” he growled again, glaring into my eyes, daring me to deny it.

“That pain you feel over losing him is nothing,” I hissed my reply. “I spent ten years drowning in that agony, searching for a way to undo his fate. I planned and plotted and schemed and sold my fucking soul to any and all bidders in my desperation to free him from that place. It was my fault he got put there in the first place and whatever is happening to him now is my fault too – he was taken trying to leave with me, following me, trusting me.” My voice cracked on those words, but Ethan didn’t shy from them, gripping my waist and pulling me closer.

“This isn’t on you, Rosalie,” he swore so vehemently that I might have even believed him if my guilt hadn’t already permeated every piece of me. “I want you to hear that, to know it and feel it. But most of all, I need you to believe that we will get him back. This fear, this pain and suffering you’re experiencing isn’t helping him and he would hate to think of you feeling this way.”

“Half of my life has been drenched in pain and suffering,” I replied bleakly. “I’m more than used to weathering it by now.”

“But you deserve more than that, wild girl,” Sin said, his eyes on us from across the room. “We want you to have more.”

Ethan kissed me before I could protest any further and my anger rose sharply at the heat of his lips on mine.

I pushed my tongue into his mouth, shoving him back against the counter, my fists tight in his shirt.

Ethan groaned into our kiss, his hands finding the hem of my shirt and yanking it up.

I let him pull it from me, baring my body to him in the warm light of the setting sun which was shining brightly through the open windows. His hand roamed down the tattoos and scars lining the left side of my body as he kissed me again and I sank my teeth into his bottom lip.

His fingers moved to the button of my jeans, flicking it open before he shoved them down.

I grasped his shoulders and pushed him to his knees with them, letting him take my shoes and socks from my feet before stepping out of the jeans.

I knotted my hand in his blonde hair as he looked up at me from his knees, my heart pounding heavily in my chest, my lungs expanding on ragged, painful breaths.

Ethan parted his lips to say something to me, but I didn’t want to hear it. I only wanted to feel something other than this pain.

Sin’s eyes were fixed on us as I dragged Ethan forward, guiding his mouth to my core over the lace of my black panties and releasing a rough moan as he ran his teeth over my clit.

Ethan grasped the backs of my thighs, tilting my body so that he could worship me better. I rolled my hips against his mouth, the bite of his stubble grazing my inner thighs and making my skin prickle with the heavenly sensation.

He tugged my panties aside with his fingers, his mouth colliding with my core as I yanked him to me by his hair.

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