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His insult injects shame directly into my bloodstream, and those cruel words course through my veins, poisoning me as he storms away.
“Don’t listen to him. He’s just mad you look that hot and he can’t do anything about it.” Michelle squeezes my arm, dragging me in the direction of the old barn. “I know you wouldn’t let some rando bite you, so don’t worry. ’Kay?”
I try to tamp down the hurt that threatens to bleed through the plastic smile I give her. I hide the broken parts of myself like I’ve always done, and stitch back together the perfect shield.
“Totally.”
“Perf. Now, let’s go do some shots.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
ELI
“Do you have any idea how much anxiety you are giving everyone? How much anxiety you’re giving me?” Evan complains from the partial deck below.
I glance down at him from where I’m perched on one of the wooden rafters.
“Then go somewhere else.” I catch the balisong in my hand and use it to gesture out at the sea of drunk, dancing bodies on the ground floor of the old barn. “Isn’t your boy toy around here? I thought he was the whole reason you wanted to come.”
“He isn’t here yet.”
I hum, continuing to flick the blade rhythmically around my knuckles and through my fingers.
Normally, I’d be carrying my switchblade. Except I left the damn thing stuck in Blair’s tree. I like the balisong, though. It’s more compact, fun to fuck around with, and unsheathes way more quickly. The only downside is that it technically does less damage. I say technically because if you try hard enough, you can fuck anyone up, so long as you have the right determination.
I normally keep my bloodlust tucked away because things never end well when I let it loose. It’s one of the things Felix and I have in common. We keep our cool most of the time, but once we crack, hell descends. Unlike Bash who bathes in blood whenever he gets the chance.
But tonight, I’m feeling reckless.
And it’s all because of the girl dancing in her little blue dress.
I’ve been keeping a close watch on Blair, making sure she is following my instructions. There’d been a close call with Riley earlier, and I honestly wish she’d let him touch my marks so I’d have an excuse to slice the fucker.
The night is young, and the party is just getting into full swing. Still plenty of time for him to fuck up grant me my wish.
Blair, on the other hand, is testing my patience. She is out on the dance floor, swaying her hips with her girlfriends, completely unaware that every person within a ten-foot radius wants to fuck her. The all keep sneaking glances at the way her perfectly round ass peeks out from under her tiny dress. Every time she jumps, those glorious tits attempt to escape the confines of her neckline. I’m half-hard just looking at her, which fucking sucks because my dick is already pissed it didn’t get to play when I had her coming all over my fingers earlier.
It seems the bite marks aren’t enough to keep these fuckers at bay.
I’ll have to step it up a notch.
Lay my claim some other way.
Maybe carve it into her skin.
I saw the way her thighs rubbed together when I’d pressed my blade against her skin. I knew Blair was a slut for pain, I just hadn’t realized how much. Visions of bright red cuts marring her smooth skin have me struggling to hold back groan. My balls tighten, begging for relief.
I think it’s time to unpause our little game.
I readjust my cock my in pants and flick the balisong closed, pocketing it before leaping down from the rafter and landing on the deck. A few people give me odd looks, but they’re all a little too fucked up to really care.
I slap my hand on Evan’s shoulder. “Catch you later.”
“You can’t just keep disappearing on me, man.”
“I can, and I will.”
I’m not sure what he is complaining about. He is the one who’d begged me to come, and it isn’t like he has a shortage of other people to hang out with. Half our graduating class is milling about this party.
