“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Knight? And tell me why I shouldn’t fucking kill you? Right now?”
Chapter
Seven
Dante
It’s a cacophony of fury and something darker, far more savage in my fucking veins. “I said, what the fuck do you think you’re doing, Knight?”
I drag him off her, his fingers wet with her slick, the scent of her so fucking strong, so fucking good, I almost suck his fingers.
Screw that.
I want to throw her down in the dirt and rut her, knot, fucking fill her with my seed.
She’s basically in heat at this point and that’s what’s driving me crazy.
The girl has sunk down to the ground, and I think she’s humming because there’s the sweetest, softest sound as she folds around herself.
Yeah, she’s in full fucking heat and spinning out all kinds of signals an alpha finds hard to reject.
I get it. I get why Knight did what he did. My instincts are saying I want her, too.
It’s not happening.
I glare. “Basic fucking rule, Knight. Don’t fuck when they’re in heat. Don’t even touch. Find someone else. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Bite me, Dante.” He’s turned, face to the ground as he snarls.
Then he glances at me, eyes glittering.
Knight wipes his mouth like he’s trying to erase the evidence, but I smell them both in the air, almost like a song, like she’s got a power to make me pick up on him like I do her.
He goes to rise, but I put a booted foot on his chest. “I wouldn’t.”
Lifting it, I turn to her. I need to check her over, make sure she’s okay, that our fucked up Romeo hasn’t gone and done something he shouldn’t. As in made an irreversible mistake.
Once I see she’s fine, I can get rid of her. Last thing we need is a little omega sniffing around.
I know her name, but I don’t want to use it. “Are you okay, girl?”
Her head’s down, and she keeps it there.
“Look at me.”
The girl’s head lolls, her hair falling over her face, but I don’t miss the bruised mouth as she looks up. Fuck. I turn.
“What the fuck? Did you fucking hit her?”
Knight surges up, comes at me, and I down him with a punch.
“Fuck!” he snarls and rubs his jaw.
When he starts to get up again, I say, “Stay down.”
I use my alpha voice, and he doesn’t move for about five seconds, enough to get his shit together.
“You asshole,” Knight says, one of his hands grabbing at the ground as he half sits up.