Page 10 of Ivy and the Deathstalkers

“There you are…mate.” He smiles at me, approaching like a predator, but I have no clue what type. One thing is certain, I'm no one's prey.

“No mate here. You have me confused with someone who gives a fuck.”

He stops in front of me, so close I can smell the Marlboro he smoked recently and something else I can't place. Something between the smell of a hot sandy beach and sunshine. I raise an eyebrow at him. “If you know what's good for you, you’ll turn your ass around, get back on that shit bike of yours, and forget all about me.”

“No, I don't think I will,” he drawls. “When you findthe onenormally it's polite to at least exchange names. Mine’s Jackson, but no one’s called me that since my mom died. Everyone calls me Jax. You are?”

I snort, “Your worst nightmare if you don't leave. You fucking cost me… Ya know what? Nevermind. You want my name before you go? Fine. My name is death to those who get too close. So, if you're smart you won't come closer. Forget you met me. I can never be the mate you’re looking for.”

For the first time since my parents died, I'm scared. I can tell what he says is true. I feel the pull to him. He’s definitely mymate, but it can never be. To touch me would be his death. What man would want a mate he can’t evenkiss?

The fucker just smirks at me.

“If you’re so sure you’re gonna kill me, I think I deserve a kiss before I go.”

Before I have time to warn him off, he leans in, grabs me by my hair, and pulls me into him.

His lips slam into mine in an aggressive kiss that I wish could go on forever. But as he pushes his tongue past my lips, a tear slips down my cheek.

He has no idea what he's done. Even knowing it will cost him his life, I can't force myself to pull away. It just feels so right. I want to stay in this moment forever. Would it be selfish of me to kiss him to death?

It wouldn't be the first time, but it would be the only time I'd ever feel guilty about it.

He pulls back and looks at me, before swiping the tear with his thumb and placing it in his mouth. Panic seizes my heart. “Noo!”Fuck. I didn’t want this. He didn’t have to die.

He begins to laugh, drawing my ire. “Poison.” He stumbles a second before placing a hand on the wall beside my head.

“No,venom. With no cure. I'm sorry. I tried to warn you.”Why couldn’t he fucking listen to me? He’d still be alive if he had.

Extricating myself from him I start to make my way to my bike. I can’t stay here and watch him die. I don't get more than ten feet when his big hand grabs my arm and spins me around. “Not so fast.”

It's then I notice he's not dropping. He should be flopping around on this nasty ground by now. Especially after he ingested my fucking tear like a dumbass. “How…”

“Fuck. I need…” he groans, grabbing his dick.

Looking down I’m surprised by the huge bulge in his jeans.What the actual fuck!Without hesitation, I kick him rightbetween the legs as hard as I can. He drops to the ground and I run.

Behind me, I hear him laughing between coughs, but I don't hear his steps chasing after me like when I left the fight club. I’m just about to my bike when I hear an odd skittering noise. As I throw my leg over my bike I catch movement out of the corner of my eye. Without even looking I can tell whatever it is is fuckinghugeand it’s heading right for me.

Flashes of fluorescent greens and blues from behind me tell me exactly what I’m dealing with and I have no desire to be a fuckin’deathstalker’snext meal.Fuck. I thought those fuckers were extinct!I fire up my bike and literally burn rubber out of the warehouse. Fleeing from my mate and the deathstalker I really hope isnotmy mate, I fly out of the parking lot without looking back.

Chapter 9

KC

We’ve been waiting for an update from Jax for so long, I think we’re all going stir-crazy. We finished work hours ago and have been sitting in our corner of the clubhouse watching the rest of our members drinking and fucking around with the sweetbutts.

“I can’t do this anymore. If one more sweetbutt throws herself at me tonight, I’m gonna shoot someone,” Cree snaps.

Beck and I share a look, fighting back our grins. Whenever we hang out at the clubhouse, we take bets on how long it’ll take Cree to lose his shit.

“Alright. Let’s go to the office.” I smack my thighs and stand up. “You can tell me how good the bars are doing.”

Cree’s eyes light up and I just know I’m going to regret this. The man can bore you to death talking numbers. Beck chuckles and I smirk at him.

“You too, Beck. I’m sure Cree’s got lots of paperwork for you.”

“Mother fucker,” he mutters before glaring at me then tossing back the rest of his drink.

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