Page 42 of Blood

“Here—with me?” Callan’s eyes search mine, the walls crumbling down.

“Yes and no,” I choke out, lies and truths clawing up my throat.

“No more games.” His eyes close. He rests his forehead against mine. I didn’t realize how lonely I was until I came here. How entombed I’d become just existing as Tyler’s fiancée, an extension of him. A pet in her sorrow-drenched prison. Being here with Callan, with Kitty, I feel free.

“I didn’t expect this to happen.” I exhale. We’re so close, I can taste his breath on my tongue. I want to consume him, claim him as my own.

“What is this?” His voice is full of pain, anguish.

“You and me. Us.” My chest constricts. The tears I’ve held back fall to my cheeks. I’m stepping over a cliff edge unsure of what awaits me at the bottom.

He swipes my tears with the pads of his thumbs, his brow crashing. Then his lips find mine, ferocious need consuming my mouth. Urgent and sloppy, our lips taste and our tongues dance. His scent overpowers me. Desperate need builds in my core, pussy, and heart.

We battle the reality, taking it all out on each other’s mouths—a war raging in our bodies. I forget my sore gums, my reasons for being here, who I am, and allow myself to feel him. His hands are everywhere, squeezing, caressing, discovering. A caged beast finally set free, wanting to chew me to pieces with his sharp teeth.

I want to feel every bite.

A rumbling growl vibrates his chest as he tears himself away. I mewl, reaching out for him.No.

“What the fuck is this?” He holds up the gun I had tucked in the back of my sweats.Shit. Shit. Shit.

“It’s to protect myself.” I’m breathless, my lips are swollen, and my chin feels chafed from the small sprouting of stumble on his face.

“Protect yourself? From who?” he asks incredulously. “Me?”

“You’re forgetting who you are.” A spark of fury flickers within me. Memories of everything that has happened between our clubs over the years barreling into me.

“Am I? Or are you forgetting who you are?” He’s back in my space, stealing the oxygen from my lungs. “Are you a Devil or a King?” Blood rushes through my veins, whooshing in my ears.

Once upon a time that answer would be the easiest question in the world.Devil!But now, now it traps me in a chokehold.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen.” I whisper. Apprehension tickles down my spine.

“Then what was?” he barks, the vein in his neck straining.

“I just wanted answers.” I place a hand on my chest to stop it from cracking open.

The light from the security monitors flashes across his contorted features, making him seem more animal than man. “Answers to what?”

The image of Harley on that autopsy table explodes in my mind, lodging a rock in my throat. “To which one of you killed my sister.” A surge of agony washes over me. My body sags, the lies and façade I’ve had to keep up seep from my limbs.

A hiss passes his lips. He drops his arms to his sides, his fist tightening around the gun. “What the fuck are you talking about?” The confusion is etched on his features.

“My baby sister, Harley, was murdered. Strangled. And her Devil tattoo carved from her skin.” Sickness burns in my stomach.

He blanches, shock widening his eyes. “And you think one of our members did it?”

“Yes.”No. Yes. No. Fuck!I don’t know anymore.

“Are you serious?” His eyes narrow. “Not one of my brothers. We can be callous—killers, yes Rogue but not butcherers of women. That sounds like the work of a fucking psychopath.”

“Isn’t that what you are?” I swipe away an errant tear before folding my arms and raising my chin.

The revving of bikes creeps in through a small window, echoing off the walls. “Is that what you really believe, Rogue? Because last night, you enjoyed sucking the cum from my fingers.” He holds up his hand before pointing to my crotch. “Two seconds ago, you’d practically come yourself. If I’m a psychopath, what does that make you?”

Throwing my hands up, I bellow, “I don’t know—stupid or maybe I’m just fucking horny.” Lies spat like venom. I want to shake myself.

A dark chuckle thunders through the air, a storm threatening. “Is that all it is, baby? You need a good fucking because Tyler has a noodle dick that goes soft every time it’s put in something warm?”

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