Page 35 of Hellfire

Steele’s face went serious as he assessed Snake’s leg.

“You tell me if you can’t. I’ll make sure your bike gets back.”

Snake nodded, looping his arm around Steele’s neck, and limped off toward our bikes. Scar and Reaper burst through the back door, a swarm on their heels.

Shit.

I took off toward my bike, revving the engine, as I waited for the rest of the crew to do the same. We sped off down the road, leaving the vampires in a cloud of dust and rubble.

We would regroup and try again. And this time, we would be ready for whatever the Hive had in store for us.

Chapter Fourteen

Tank

All I wanted was to fall into bed and pass the fuck out. Forget today's epic failure. Swinging the door open, a wave of flowers and spice washed over me. I swallowed thickly, my mouth suddenly dry. My gaze snapped to Katrina’s sleeping form sprawled out on my bed. Licking my lips nervously, I debated on waking her.

My gaze trailed down her curves, a leg exposed from beneath the tangled bed sheet—long black hair in a messy halo. The covers twisted around her torso. My breath caught.

She really was beautiful.

My heart pounded in my chest as I memorized her curves. I felt like a total creeper watching her sleep, but I couldn't find a reason to care.

I looked down at my hands covered in Snake's blood. I didn't want her to be upset if she saw me like this—or worse—see fear in her eyes. With a sigh, I draped my cut on a chair before shedding my tattered t-shirt and slipped off my boots. Never once taking my eyes off my pretty girl.

My Cerberus shifted within me, agreeing with Katrina being ours. I smirked. She was mine the moment I caught her scent on the breeze the day the Hive took her. My smile faltered at that thought, knowing we failed to stop them. Again.

The floorboard creaked as I stepped toward the bathroom. I paused, glancing over my shoulder at my sleeping beauty. Thankfully, she didn’t so much as stir. I let out a breath of relief and stepped into the bathroom. The door closed with a soft click.

Stripping out of my jeans, I stepped into the blazing shower. The spray soothed my aching muscles. I closed my eyes with one hand resting on the cool tile wall. Katrina's bright blue eyes came into focus. Seeing her in my bed was a welcomed surprise.

Was she naked underneath all those covers? Wearing one of my shirts?

I growled at the thought. Imagining her curves on display through the thin white fabric, her nipples pebbling under my stare. I groaned, gripping my aching cock in my fist.

"Tank?" a soft voice asked.

My eyes sprung open. Katrina stood in the doorframe, her eyes widened, her luscious lips parted in a silent O. Slowly, I stroked myself, her breasts rising and falling with each sharp inhale as she watched me. A small pink tongue darted out and licked her lower lip.

The navy blue top dipped low on her ample cleavage and the shorts revealed thick thighs. My mouth watered at the sight. I had the sudden urge to sink my teeth into her creamy skin, mark her, claim her. I stroked myself faster.

Her pale cheeks flushed crimson when our eyes locked. I smirked in satisfaction, rubbing a thumb across the head of my cock.

“See something you like, pretty girl?” I asked huskily.

Her eyes darted around the room. “Y-you’re back,” she stuttered.

Snapping out of her lustful haze, she bumped into the doorframe in her haste to run away. My stomach clenched in anticipation.

“You trying to run away again, Katrina?”

“What?” she squeaked.

I shut off the tap and stepped out of the stall. I stalked toward her, and water dripped on the tile floor.

“If that’s the case, I’ll chase you. Again.” I chuckled darkly.

“Tank, I–” she started, her mouth opening and closing as the words caught in her throat. She took a step back, then another, until the back of her knees hit the mattress, forcing her to sit on the edge. Slowly, she looked up at me from under her lashes. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed.

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