She looked at the white trail down her stomach, then back at me. I wanted to take her under our fluffy bedsheets and tuck her nice and safe under my body. And I would after we got our initial greeting party out of the way. I saw the moment she decided to kill me but found she didn’t have a weapon.
She swung.
I caught her fist, twisted, picked her up by her waist, and carried her into our bedroom.
I threw her ass on the bed.
She vaulted upright, kicked my shoulder.
I stumbled back then jumped her.
She rolled to the floor. My body hit the bed.
She gunned for the door.
I rolled off the bed and launched across the room, caught her ankle, and got a kick in the face. I blinked in surprise. She aimed another kick at my face.
I caught both her legs and brought her wiggling body under mine. “I fucking love this,” I said. “Is that all you got?”
She bit my shoulder. Fuck! I clamped my mouth shut and jabbed two fingers inside her, where I found her soaking wet. To prove my point while she clamped her teeth so hard she might just tear off a piece of my meat, I lifted my pussy-juice-coated fingers and showed them to her. “Liar, liar.”
Growling like a bitch in heat, Dewlyn bit down harder. A beast male could only dream of a human mate like mine. I counted my blessings every day. No other fucker was this cursed and blessed at the same time. I shoved my fingers back inside her and moved them, not in and out, but up and down so I could catch the spot I knew she liked. Dewlyn shook her head, teeth clamped on my skin.
And she didn’t let go of my shoulder even when she spilled herself on my fingers. She didn’t let go even when I moved us to our bed, and she didn’t let go when I tucked her under me, and her breathing evened when I stroked her hip.
“I’m gonna own that spirit of yours. One day at a time.”
“Mmmm,” she mumbled.
“Baby, does someone have you working for them? You can trust me. You know you can.”
She let go of my shoulder and said, “Fuck off, Vice.”
Then she tucked her nose into the crook of my neck and slept. Again.
Such was my mating. There would never be a dull moment in my life.
Chapter Six
Dewlyn
Two mornings later, in the house next door, Alpha Beast’s mate, Rey, served us breakfast in her white-and-polished-black-steel modern-interior kitchen. Vice’s kitchen was all happy yellows and red flowers. I’d scrubbed it spotless yesterday.
Rey’s long pigtails bounced as she scrambled our eggs, while I scrambled for ideas on how to get out of my situation, deliver the key, and probably go into hiding for a year before I forgot how to hate Vice or even why I hated him, before I put everything behind us and committed to spend my life at his side.
If I didn’t run, Vice would have me, and I would let him. It defied my purpose, made everything about his leaving me that damned first day worthless. I got wet for him just thinking about his naked body and his cock penetrating my virginal hole.
Rey placed a large white serving plate of eggs and bacon on the high breakfast bar they all sat around. I tried to ignore her pregnant belly that brushed the side of my arm when she passed me a plate.
After my Prince Charming left me with my parents, they took me into our pair training program. Dad explained we didn’t breed with beasts, and women took care of themselves with some sort of a tea. The tea tasted like iron and crap. Not only did I not want to drink the crapola tea, but I also intended to deliver beast babies.
I’d declared my undying love for the beast man who’d bought me. My parents stared in shock. Then they got busy. A woman I’d never seen before came. She carried drugs. The needle struck me in the thigh, and I slept. I woke up a different person. So, fuck Vice, and fuck my parents. Fuck the whole world. I gritted my teeth, suppressed these harmful feelings of worthlessness and guilt. And resentment. I smiled at Rey’s belly brushing my arm, then spoke past the lump in my throat. “Thank you,” I said.
Rey served a plate to Vice, then to the oddly quiet Jamie. “Did you really parachute from a building?” Rey asked. She bit her lip, her eyes, like a child’s, wide and curious.
“Yes, I did.”
“I don’t like heights. Weren’t you scared?”
Vice grunted and begun cutting his bacon. Who cuts bacon into small pieces? Only Vice, because Jamie shoved three pieces into his mouth. Piglet.
“I was terrified.”
Rey frowned. “But you do it anyway.”
“Mm-hm,” Vice pitched in. “If only to piss me off.”
“It’s not about you. I didn’t know you were there.”
“Fear is healthy,” Jamie said. “The fearless are a risk to everyone around them, including themselves.”