Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,62

winds through the crowd, accepting handshakes and kisses on cheeks as he smiles and flirts, imposing in his smart suit. To think I actually thought this bastard was attractive but now, looking closer, I can see the evil surrounding him. Maybe I didn’t want to see it before, or maybe I wasn’t paying attention, but it follows him around like a shadow.

I watch his progress as he stops at a booth where three other suited men are sitting and slides in, with a drink being placed in front of him immediately as he leans back and crosses his leg over his other knee, his arm placed along the back of the booth as his eyes start to scan the club.

Turning, just in case he spots me, I cover Griffin’s still moving mouth with my hand. “Shut up, will you? Now, listen and listen good. You do not know me, you do not get to tell me shit. If I wanted to start an orgy right here, you couldn’t say a fucking thing, get that through your stupidly thick skull. You can either help, or you can fuck off.” His eyes widen in shock, no doubt nobody has ever talked back to him before. I watch in fascination as the shock soon burns away to desire. “Now, I’m going to the toilet and you can get the fuck over it.” Leaning closer, I rest my lips on my hand separating our mouths. “Then you can tell me why you are stalking me, what this mate crap means, and everything else.” Kissing my own hand I pull away and saunter through the club, with absolutely zero intentions of going to the toilet.

It’s time Griffin saw the reason why I don’t need his protection, or condescension. He might be beautiful, but he’s a fucking asshole. Why does that make me want him more? Maybe because he isn’t delicate around me, nor does he censor his mouth or even give a shit. I’ve been flattered all my life, told my beauty opens doors—hell, it even led me to Tim. So the fact it doesn’t seem to bother him, never mind be a factor in how he treats me, is addictive. Doesn’t mean I won’t kick his fucking ass if he carries on being a wanker though.

Women, we are complicated creatures, and it seems turning into a monster or a skinwalker, as Griffin called me, has only upped my lack of filter and rational thinking. At this point, I’m mainly instincts and wants.

Shrugging away the thoughts for another time, I add an extra sway to my hips as I head across the dance floor, aiming for Marco. I can still feel Griffin’s eyes burning into my skin and it makes me want to turn around and put on a show, to push him and see how he would react.

I watch, captivated, as Dawn wanders away through the crowd. My eyes track her easily, since she stands out here, even among the masses. I can almost still feel her in my arms, and see her eyes light up as she challenged me.

She is definitely not what I was expecting, and I can’t seem to help myself around her. I need to push her, annoy her, see that spark in her eye and feel the pain of her sharp tongue. Even now, when I should be working, all I can think about is my mate.

I watch her progress through the crowd, with my eyes dropping to the hypnotic sway of her ass in that dress. I know she’s doing it on purpose, but I also know some of it is just her innate sexuality. It oozes from her like her powers, she is untrained and reckless, but oh so fucking powerful.

With a frown, I watch her turn and begin swearing as I push through the crowd as she makes her way towards the man I spotted getting into the car outside the warehouse.

For fuck’s sake, this woman is going to be the death of me and maybe all the fucking sheep in here if he touches her.

Marco doesn’t notice me coming, since his eyes are watching a fight breaking out over on the other side of the room. It isn’t until I’m right before him that his eyes swing my way. Bending over, I place my boobs in his face, hoping it will stop him from looking too intently at me and noticing who I am.

He raises his eyebrow and sips his drinks, his eyes dancing as