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Faith frowned, completely befuddled.
“What are you—”
Faith was interrupted by Kurse’s roar of pleasure, his cum blasting into the ceiling and shooting a hole through it. When he had finished, the pair locked eyes, then erupted into mutual laughter.
15
KURSE
Kurse and Faith slept in each other’s arms after cleaning up his cum. Kurse used more duct tape to cover up the hole, thankful that there weren’t any more apartments above them. Faith did not seem too deterred, though. She laid blissfully on the couch as he left in the morning to retrieve more ice cream for them both.
The sun had risen high in the sky. It had been a long time since Kurse had had an orgasm, and he forgot how gleeful it was able to make him feel afterward. He sauntered through the street with his money, wallowing in his good mood.
Before he was able to reach the convenience store, a lanky man in a leather jacket leapt in front of him, growling. Kurse pulled back, more confused than afraid.
“You’re still here then, eh?” The man’s face was thin, and he spoke like the words were thinly filtered through his throat.
Kurse stared at him, distorting his face and stepping back. The man stepped closer to him.
“Take it easy man, I’m a fan of your work!” He opened up his arms as if to embrace him. Kurse remained still, assessing the situation.
“You’re Kurse, right?” The man continued, grinning and exposing barf colored teeth.
Kurse nodded. “Yes, I am, and who might you be?”
The man hopped in the air, landing in a pose on the ground where he landed on his knees. Kurse was struck by second-hand embarrassment.
“I’m Jackson! Proud member of Typhon’s Brood.”
Kurse sighed. He had just had amazing sex with his fated mate and wanted to get some ice cream to make her happy, then this idiot had to show up and shit all over his mood. Kurse brushed past him, still on knees and posing like a twit.
“I’m very busy, Jackson. I don’t have time for this.”
Jackson followed after him like a puppy. “You don’t even know what I’m going to say! How can it be a waste of your time?”
Kurse stopped walking, then huffed his gut out. He turned to Jackson and held out a hand. “What do you want?”
“I—I mean, Typhon’s Brood is a big fan of your work. We saw you on the Empire State building last week and knew you would fit right in!” Jackson hopped again, but this time, he stayed upright. Kurse could feel himself growing more and more impatient.
“So this is you offering me a place in the Brood?” Kurse asked, giving Jackson a look of indifference.
Jackson nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly right, brother! You seem to have the hunger for some destruction, and that’s what we’re all about! What do you say?”
Kurse thought that the Brood could have sent someone less irritating to act as a recruiter, but he wouldn’t have wanted to join either way. He knew that they were shifters who hated humans and only wanted to give in to their monstrous impulses.
That was Kurse a few weeks ago. But meeting Faith had softened something in him.
Kurse blew him off with the wave of his hand, turning to walk away. “I’m not interested. I prefer to work alone within my means of destruction.”
Jackson continued to follow him into the convenience store. It was the same man as when he had bought ice cream last, so he nodded at Kurse with familiarity. Jackson moved with him to the ice cream section.
“I’m a dragon shifter myself, so I understand your sentiments. Sometimes being alone is the only solace we monsters can salvage. But we’ll give you your space, we promise!”
Kurse was only half listening as he inspected his ice cream options. Faith seemed to like Rocky Road, so that was a definite purchase, but what about these new fudge and cotton candy flavors…
Jackson poked at his scales, a nail digging deep into a section that had been torn by the nitrogen grenade. Kurse roared in pain, sending Jackson backward in fright.
“Sorry, mate!” Jackson bellowed from a few feet away.
