Page 50 of Her Blood Revenge

‘Fuck off.’

She staggers away as I release her, unable to look away from me in her fear.

But all I can see is Ashe and the way her lip curls up in the corners before she turns away. I follow, keeping my distance but matching each of her steps with one of my own. She then stops to speak to the two guards by the path.

Her little hip pops to the side, and the way his lips curl up as he looks at her makes my shadows claw at my insides.

Ours. She’s ours!

‘Hmmm,’ I agree, swallowing a mouthful of my liquor before tossing the glass into the flames. ‘She is, isn’t she.’

Make them know. She’s ours!

She is ours, and it’s brave of her to think otherwise. I see the many sets of eyes on her. The quick side glances. The odd licking of lips as they watch her in that beautiful fucking dress. Her hand rests on the guard’s arm and slowly slides down. The little bitch is happy. Not with the conversation. No. But knowing that I’m watching. She’s enjoying me watching her flirt. Knowing it’s making me feel a need to kill.

I head towards her, excited to remind her that this kind of shit will not be tolerated. Not the purposeful flick of her silver hair. Not the soft laugh. Not wearing that dress for the attention of others. And definitely not her laying her hands on human fuckers like that.

I stop behind her. She looks as if she’s about to turn but stops. I can feel her self-satisfied smile and the buzz of excitement at knowing I’m right behind her.

‘I don’t like you talking to other men, Poppet Doll,’ I warn quietly in her ear.

I thoroughly enjoy how the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, and the sound of her quickened heartbeat.

The fool of a man she was speaking to has lost that smarmy, shit-eating grin as he looks up at me. I hardly narrow my eyes before he retreats three steps and almost falls over his feet. Pretty sure my shadows are seeping out behind me. Good. Let him see them.

Letthemseehim, too. I have room for one more soul.

She turns, and there’s that sweet-as-sin smile on her lips.

‘My Lord,’ she greets in a purr. ‘Do you require something? Perhaps me on my knees?’ She lets out a soft sigh and rolls her eyes. ‘Apologies. You have already seen to that with your little human.’

She turns completely to face me, and I can’t help but take in the sight of her in that fucking dress. My cock twitches in my trousers. And when she pulls back her shoulders a little, accentuating those perfect tits of hers, I’m straining against them in a matter of seconds.

‘Do you recall what happened to the last man you kissed who wasn’t us?’ I ask her.

Her brow raises a little, and the darkness in her eyes sparkles. It suits her far too well. A vindictive vixen, playing with me like a mouse.

‘Butthatman I kissed,’ she replies. She looks back at the soldier. ‘Do you plan on kissing me, soldier?’

‘Errrm…’ He looks from her to me and back to her. ‘I mean… If you want-’

‘The last man who kissed her had his hands torn off and tongue ripped out,’ I inform him. ‘Touch her. See what I do to you.’

He raises his hands in the air and backs up.

‘I’m out.’ He walks away with his friend.

Yeah. Thought so.

She turns back to face me. Not a flicker of annoyance to be seen. She’s victorious and I like to see her so.

‘How did you get out?’ I ask.

‘I walked. Marvellous things. Legs.’ She opens up the long slit of the dress, exposing her thigh. ‘Don’t you think?’

If she got out, it was only because Archie let her out. My point is proven when I see him amongst the crowd behind her, sipping from a bottle of wine as he hides in the shadows, watching her with excitement. Desperate to see some trouble. Some carnage. But she thinks she has outsmarted him and caught me off guard.

I’ll let her have the assumed win. She needs it. And I want her to feel empowered right now. Even though I could use my claim mark and order her inside. I could take that delicate little chain around her neck and drag her into the trees to fuck until she screams for me to stop.

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