Page 107 of Court of Evil

The cheers die down as he leans closer, his gaze on her lips. “Want to have some fun? Maybe all monsters aren’t bad?—”

I grab his hand before it can make contact with her shoulder. She jerks back, tugging her hair free with a wince. Her eyes are wide in anger and fear, but I step in front of her, blocking his view of her and forcing him back. His eyes narrow as he twists his wrist, trying to free himself from my grip.

“Shit, Havelock, you scared me,” he grumbles, still trying to look past me.

This dumb fuck does not get it.

I snap his hand back, breaking his wrist. His scream fills the air as I keep my eyes on him. When I release his mangled wrist, he stumbles back a step, his face pale as he holds it to his chest while I circle him. Once I’m behind him, I kick the back of his knee, and he crumples to the floor. Reaching over him, I grab his other hand as my mouth meets his ear. “You touched herwith both hands.” Lifting his other hand, I hold it for her and everyone else to see.

“No, no, no,” he chants as I grip his thick fingers in both hands and then snap them all sideways. His howls of agony fill the air as I meet Fang’s gaze, her eyes filled with desire as she watches me.

Squeezing his ruined fingers, I listen to his screams of pain crescendo before I release him and grab his chin, tilting his head back until his eyes meet mine. “Do not ever touch what is mine, understood?” He nods rapidly, his eyes wide and bloodshot. I release him and let him fall prone before I step over his body and gently lift Fang’s chin. “Are you okay?” I murmur.

“Yes, babe, I’m fine,” she replies, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. “That was hot as fuck. Feel free to claim me anytime.”

“You’re right, I should.” I turn and face the stunned crowd as I lay my foot on the hunter’s back when he tries to crawl away. “Let me make one thing very fucking clear. Any attack on my team is an attack on me. If you try to hurt one of them, I will repay the favour tenfold. They are behaving and holding back, otherwise you would all be dead, but I will not. Any scrape or, hell, even a fucking bruise and I will make you wish you were dead. Every single one of them is mine in every way, and I do not fucking share or allow what is mine to be hurt. Is that understood?” There’s not much noise, and I narrow my eyes. “Any slight on them is a slight on me, even emotionally. You will treat them with respect and dignity or I will make you wish you had.”

I look back at my monsters, and without a word, I head towards the crowd. They part for us, my monsters following like I knew they would. I’m pissed as we ride the lift up to our rooms so I can shower.

When we reach our floor, I let them file out first. They eye me worriedly, but I lift my arm and block Fang’s exit. Her eyes swing to me. “Go ahead,” I tell the others as I pluck my dagger and wedge it at the base of the door so it won’t shut. The elevator pings a warning. Taking my sweaty shirt from my shoulder, I reach up and cover the camera calmly before I turn to her.

Her eyes are wide as she watches me worriedly. “Tate?—”

I slam my hand into the wall, and she hits the metal with her back as I tilt my head and run my gaze over her. “You let him touch what’s mine.”

“I didn’t want to cause trouble?—”

I cover her mouth with my hand. “Next time, break every bone in their body before they touch you, understand? I know their touch makes you uncomfortable. Do not hold back on my account. I would allow you to murder them before I let you feel uneasy.” Sliding my hand from her mouth, I grip her chin. “Tell me you understand.”

“I understand,” she whispers, glancing between my eyes and lips.

“I do not share, Fang. Let me make that very clear.” I watch her swallow as I lean in and lick her juicy, perfect lips. “And he touched you. You stink of him.”

“I’m sorry.” She gapes as I pull back and drop to my knees before her. “Tate, what are you doing?”

“It’s obvious, isn’t it? I’m making you smell like me again. I’m reminding you whom you belong to.” My bloodstained hands grip her perfect, unmarred thighs, knowing it will bruise, and desire flames in her eyes. She loves when I’m mean with her, and I like it too. I love the feel of her soft, supple flesh denting under my touch, easy to tame and tease.

I throw her up the wall, and she gasps as I hook her legs over my shoulders and shove my face into her cunt, inhaling through the fabric of her shorts.

“People could see,” she says, but she drags me closer, her hand in my hair.

“Then I’ll pluck out their eyeballs,” I murmur as I kiss her cunt through her shorts. “Only I get to see you like this.”

Holding her there with one arm, I unsheathe a hidden dagger from my side and slide it up the side of her shorts, tugging away as I lean back. She jerks, her eyes narrowing.

“I liked those,” she grumbles.

“They were mine anyway. I’ll buy a hundred more so I can cut them off,” I reply as I lay a kiss over her mound. “Unless you want me to stop?”

She shakes her head, her thighs clenching around my ears, and I chuckle as I run my nose down her pussy and back up, her scent invading every atom of my being. Gripping her ass, I force her higher, ignoring the ache in my knees as I part her lips and look at her glistening, pink cunt.

“Looks like somebody is feeling needy. Is this for me?” I ask as I lick her cunt, taking the path I did with my nose. Her moan echoes around us, but I pull back and wait.

“Yes, yes, okay? Fuck, Tate, please,” she begs.

Chuckling, I drag my tongue up her cunt and circle her throbbing bundle of nerves before I flick it with my tongue. She jerks in my hold, rolling her hips to push her cunt closer until I feel her desire smear across my face. I lick it up as I move down to her greedy hole and thrust my tongue inside her.

She cries out, clamping her thighs around my head as I fuck her with it.

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