Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,72
made rests in the archway. Two windows sit on either side. One with a seat and cushions. This room also has a fire, the chimney connecting to the one from downstairs, with a huge rug in front of it. Bits and bobs that I couldn’t store anywhere else cover one corner of the room, draped in a protective cloth.
She tilts her head back with her mouth parted, and my heart thumps and my cock hardens. I keep trying not to look at her...or smell her. She’s fucking beautiful and powerful, I can’t forget that. More so than I thought, she proved herself in that alley and it only twisted me up inside. I have never wanted another person so badly—the man’s blood on her mouth incited images of my cock ramming there, with the blood of her enemies still in her mouth. I am fucking sick, but it seems like she is also.
As if sensing my thoughts, her eyes move to me and she grins that naughty fucking smile as her eyes dance. Her eyes had been black in the alley, the deep black of the night I hide in. It had sent shivers of desire through me while my chest filled with the feeling of rightness and home.
Breaking our stare, I follow her gaze to see that she was staring at the exposed wood beams of the high, arched roof.
That’s when I realise no one has spoken since we arrived and I wince. I am not good at this interacting shit. Never have been. I’m a loner and I like it that way, but she makes me want to speak. To ask her anything and everything just to hear that fucking sensual voice again.
Shit, say something, anything.
“You can stay here for the night,” I comment, and she raises her eyebrows.
Wow, good going.
“I’m going to make food.” Okay, again not what I was going for. That stupid god is looking at me like I’m an idiot.
Blowing out a breath, I scratch my arm like I always do when I am nervous, a bad habit I haven’t had in years. “Would you like some?” I force out.
I might not be fully down with this mate bullshit, but it doesn’t mean I’m stupid enough to turn her away, and whenever I hurt her, it’s like hurting myself. Doesn’t mean I will stop being an asshole though, she will just have to fucking deal with it.
“Love some,” she replies, and I turn without another word and flee downstairs, the smell of her on me chases after me, mocking me.
Fucking skinwalker.
With Griffin storming off, I turn back to Nos. He watches me, his face completely blank.
“Are you mad?” I ask.
He shakes his head, leaning against the window.
“Are you...hungry?” I purr, sauntering until I can place my hand on his chest.
He grins now. “For you, Little Monster, always for you.”
I smile and a giggle tumbles out. He’s fucking crazy. Sighing, I keep eye contact as I stroke his chest. “Are you bothered about Griffin being my mate?”
He sighs as well before covering my hand, his eyes turning distant. “At first, I was. Mainly because I am selfish and I want you all to myself, but I can see he fulfills something in you, something I can’t. I also know your call wouldn’t do what it isn’t supposed to. There is a reason for everything, Little Monster. There is a reason for Griffin, why he was brought to you, why you are mated. The world doesn’t revolve without them, I just wish I knew what it was.”
I nod and he smiles at me, those lush lips curling up. “Are you bothered about Griffin being your mate?” he inquires, parroting my question back to me.
“Well, he’s not exactly a fucking ray of sunshine...but no. Something in me is drawn to him and I think underneath all that surly there is something real, and I have a feeling by the end of this, we are going to need him.”
He wraps his arms around me, bringing me in for a hug, his chin resting on my head. I love how big he is, I could hide in his arms forever, my own perfect hideaway. Safe.
“What do you mean? I still don’t know what happened,” he growls, his chest rumbling with it.
“It’s a long story, I promise I’ll tell you, but I learned that the human crime ring, the very one Griffin is hunting, is selling women. Not just any women, but women like me. Women with powers. They are