Page 67 of Hollyhocks

“—You meant it,” I growl, flapping my wings to pull me into the air.

My feet lift from the ground and I’m able to snag her by the shirt with my talons. I drag her through her house to get to the back door. She screams at the top of her lungs, kicking her feet and grabbing my wrists to free her.

“Please. Please, I won’t ever see him again. I won’t talk to him again. Let me go,” she cries.

I don’t give a fuck about her tears. If I could, I’d drink the salty liquid to fuel the hate I have for her.

Shattering the glass to the back door, the whore of a doctor screams at the top of her lungs. I lift her into the air, higher and higher, getting her away from the other humans who can hear her screeches.

The sky is grey and cold, the wicked air becomes thinner the higher we climb. She struggles to breathe as I bathe her in the clouds. When I’m over her house, I lift her until we are nose to nose.

“You used your power to abuse a man I love. That’s what you did, Doctor,” I sneer in disgust. “The only woman who can use her power to abuse him isme.”

Her eyes widen when she knows death is near. She punches me in the shoulder and with every hit, they become weaker.

“The difference is, I didn’t take advantage of him as a trusted professional. I am his mate. I can do whatever I want to him, and he will love every minute of it.” I lean forward, whispering in her ear, “As for his cock,” I moan, licking her cheek. “It gets so thick.” I keep her up with one hand while reaching between her legs with the other. “I bet you wish you could have seen it. It is impressive. He reaches spots inside me no man has ever been able to touch before. He fucks like he hates me though.” I apply pressure to her clit with the palm of my hand over these flimsy scrubs she’s wearing. “But guess what?”

Desire swirls in the air between us. Even on the brink of death, she wants my mate and that is why I cannot allow her to live.

I inhale her desire from her lips before giving her a long tongueless kiss. I break away, swallowing the spiteful arousal permeating from her.

“You’ll never get to experience his stretch like I do.”

And then I release her, happily watching her fall away from me. Her arms reach for me pathetically, horror painting her face.

I follow closely enough that if I got a little closer, she’d be able to reach for me and live. Before I get too low, I arch my wings, slowing my pace.

She gets further.

And further.

Her screams become an echo in the distance until finally coming to an end as her body smashes against her roof.

Even from here, I can scent her death.

Karma is bliss, but the aroma of her whore blood is better.

I’m at Rhett’s house, sitting on the bench near the lake as he swims in his crocodile form. I take a swig of beer, fighting the urge to fall asleep because I’m so exhausted.

Rhett is pulling Mickey through the water, his tail wrapped around her so she can get some relief. She still hasn’t given birth. The poor woman is miserable. Rhett is dragging her around to give her body a rest. Her ankles are so swollen. Not that I would tell her that.

I care about my life, and I have no doubt Mickey would want to kill me but she wouldn’t be able to, so Rhett would do it.

“You still smell bad.” Creed takes the spot next to me, cracking open a beer. He has Storm, his feral fucking child, attached to a leash, letting him fly over the lake. The kid dives head-first into the water, zooms out, and throws fireballs in the sky. “And why is your tongue black?”

Creed continues drinking his beer, all while his own harness strapped to his chest is being tugged on.

“And you’re still a pain in my ass,” I reply, gulping another mouthful of beer. I shouldn’t be here. I have too much on my mind. “Why my tongue is black, is none of your business.”

“It’s what Demi told me earlier today. It’s why I’m here, unfortunately. She deserves some peace since she is pregnant again. Storm can be a handful sometimes. And why isn’t it my business? You’re walking around with a black tongue.

“I don’t know why it’s black, okay? I woke up with it like this. There are many questionable changes happening to me, and I have no answers.

“That sucks. Maybe you’re dying. Hey, if you are, I’ll put you out of your misery quickly. I won’t let you suffer. I’m nice like that.”

I roll my eyes. “Wow, thanks for having my back. You’re so thoughtful.”

“I know. I wish others could see that. I am a thoughtful person.”

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