go home, but you won’t let yourself because it’s not the place you thought it was. Just give in, Ethan. Who gives a fuck if your home isn’t where it should be? It’s still where you belong.” She pressed a hand to my heart, her eyes serious. “I would give anything to belong somewhere.”
“I thought you-”
She snaked a hand between my legs, gripping my cock through my towel with a smirk, making my words fall dead on my lips.
“What am I gonna do with you?” I growled, pulling her hair to make her tilt her head back. She was letting me take control for once and I really fucking liked that. It got me so hard that the head of my dick was throbbing needily and the way she was caressing it was making it hard to concentrate. Man, her fingers were skilled.
“First you’re going to kiss me,” she said seductively, tip-toeing up and locking me in her eyes, her mouth parting as she waited for me to close the distance. And yeah, I was hot on that.
I leaned in, sinking my tongue into her mouth and she kissed me back with languid, slow strokes like she was enjoying me. I knocked her hand away from my dick and yanked her firmly against me by the hips, grinding my hard on into her flesh and tearing her towel away so it dropped to the floor.
My hands roamed down her velvet smooth back and I clutched her ass tight, crushing her to me. I frowned at the feeling of something hard pressing into my thigh, but didn’t question it too much as her hand slipped between us, pulling my own towel away so our flesh met everywhere. I jerked backwards as that hard thing on my leg felt most definitely like a-
“What the fuck?!” I shouted as I looked down and spotted a huge pierced dick standing proud and fucking hard between her thighs.
Rosalie grinned at me, then her hand locked around my throat while the other curled into a fist and slammed into my side. Pain sliced through me as she did it again and again and I spotted the sharpened end of a toothbrush in her hand as I staggered back, blood pouring down my skin as I took in what she’d done.
“Why?” I begged, panic running through me. Did she want me dead? Was this her way of dealing with a mate she’d never asked for? How could she even hurt me with our bond in place? It shouldn’t have been possible.
She suddenly shifted before me and it was no longer my mate I was looking at. It was Sin, naked as hell and covered in ink with a huge ass grin on his face. What? How is that possible??
“Motherfucker,” I rasped as I clutched the deep wounds, my back hitting the lockers as I grew woozy, the blood pouring hot and fast out of me and pooling at my feet. How had he shifted? How could this be fucking happening?
Sin casually turned the bloody shank around in his hand and slammed it into his own gut, then again and again, barely even wincing as he did so. This asshole was fucking crazy. He was gonna kill us both, and for what?
“Guard!” I managed to yell, my mind sharpening for a second and Sin tossed the toothbrush onto the floor, wailing with me.
“Guard!” he begged and I didn’t know what the fuck was happening, only that I was most definitely bleeding out and now he was too. He shot me a look, pressing his finger to his lips. “Trust me, shadow man. You’ll be fine.”
But I wasn’t fine, I was sliding down to the ground, blood spreading out further and further. And anger tore through me that I was going to die here naked at the feet of Sin Wilder. A heaviness dragged at my very soul and as two large shadows raced into the room, my eyes closed and I thought of Rosalie. And how I’d never get to make things right between us.
***
My mind slowly slid towards consciousness and Sin’s voice filled my ears somewhere nearby.
“-I dunno Brenda, all I saw was a mad man running into the showers and stabbing Shadowbrook. I tried to help, because he was really screaming like a girl. Just screaming and screaming for his mommy, it was really sad. And then the guy came at me as I tried to save him and I managed to punch him even though