Page 9 of Jackal's Pride

“Take this thing off of me.” He yanked on the collar again.

I rolled my neck and glanced at his giant cock hanging between his legs. Giving a nod of appreciation, I said, “Nice dick.”

There was silence. Thenfinally,without covering himself, he said, “Are all women in this time as crass as you?”

Suddenly, I remembered Jackal was no doubt as old as my father. Which meant he existed since the beginning of time. A period when men scooped up maidens—caveman style—to mate and claim.

Disgusting.

“Pretty much,” I told him.

“Revolting.”

His words mimicked my thoughts. Anger boiled low in my stomach. So it wasn’t okay for women to be tactless yet he no doubt didn’t bat an eye to men being that way. It didn’t matter that I thought he was disgusting as well, but I clearly had a problem with him thinking that way about me.

“Goodbye, jackass,” I muttered as I turned around.

He grabbed me by the shoulder, twisting me back toward him. “Not until you take this off.”

I lifted my shoulders. “Hmm.”

“Don’t play games.”

I smirked. “Why because you don’t know how to play them?”

Even through the thick coat I wore, his touch was scalding, almost blistering. Just how hot did his body temperature run? His grip tightened. “I don’t play games.”

“Then what do you do?”

My question caught him off guard. He peered off into the distance almost as if he was unsure himself. “I did what I was created to do.”

“Okay,” I dragged out.

“And I’ve paid for it ever since.” I gave him a puzzling glance until his eyes moved over mine and hardened. “Which is why I won’t let another woman mess with me again.”

Was he scorned by an old lover? I didn’t care, but I was nosy as hell. I got into all of my siblings’ business. I found it my duty to be that one that had to know everything.

He peered behind me. “Where’d the vampire get to? I know there were two of you.”

“He ran off the moment you sent him flying.”

His brows shot up followed with his smirk. “Men are different in this time.”

For once, I could agree. “You are correct. Most are pathetic in this day.”

“So, daughter of the Grim Reaper.” He stepped into my personal space. How did he smell like a cozy campfire in the frigid cold out here? “Take this collar off my neck, and I’ll spare your life.”

I placed my hands on my hips, seconds from laughing my ass off. “Try hurting me.” His vein protruded from his neck, and I thought briefly of running my fingertips over it. Something told me this bronze bully would feel like fire against my flesh. Chills broke out over me.

“Don’t make an enemy out of me,” he warned.

Too late for that.“Don’t pretend you won’t try to harm me the moment I set you free.”

“You said you were an entity.”

I was bored with this. If I let it continue, he would go on and on and on…

“As interesting as this has been, I’m going to leave you be. Go ahead and sleep. I’ll stop by another time and take off the collar when you’re no longer glaring at me like you want to pick my bones from your teeth.”

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