Page 115 of Unhinged
And Brydgett’s scent changes instantly.
Sour.
Angry.
Jealousy rolls off her like a storm cloud, and god, it does something to me. She cares. She gives a shit. Maybe not just about me, but aboutus. My brothers. This life.
I move before I can think. Slide in behind her and wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her back against me. She’s tense, wound tight like she might snap.
I lean down, lips right by her ear. “She’s nothing compared to you. Just a nobody club whore.”
My hand spreads across her stomach, fingers splaying low, right above the waistband of those tight leather pants she’s wearing. She gasps, sharp and needy.
“I don’t like her touching Arrow,” she whispers.
“He doesn’t like her touching him either, believe me,” I say, brushing my fingers along the top of her waistband, teasing. “I could play with your pussy right here, right now, and he’d only be staring atyou.She’d know then. Know who we belong to.”
She tilts her head slightly, a spark of challenge in her eyes. "Is that right, Gears? Do you really belong to me?"
“I do,” I growl, lips brushing her skin. “And you know it.”
Her laugh is bitter, but quiet. “I tried to stab you.”
“So?” I grin and nip at her earlobe. “Maybe our foreplay’s just… different.”
She moans—fuck, shemoans—and it nearly breaks me. I’m a second from hauling her over my shoulder and finding the nearest dark corner when?—
Stacy ruins it.
Bitch leans up on her tiptoes, puckering her lips, trying to kiss Arrow.
He pushes her off, hand on her forehead like she’s poison.
She doesn’t get the hint.
Hell, maybe she refuses to.
“Hell no,” Brydgett growls.
She shoves my hand off and storms toward my brother, eyes narrowed like she’s about to start something loud and messy.
And I just stand there, watching her go, heart pounding and hard as a rock.
Goddamn, that's my omega.
Even if she wants to murder half the room.
Maybeespeciallythen.
Brydgett’s halfway across the room before anyone can say a word.
Acid takes a step back, hands up like he’s distancing himself from the inevitable shitstorm. Smart man. Wants nothing to do with what’s about to go down. Can’t blame him.
Me?
I don’t move either.
I should.
