out of her tight hole. Zolroth will be paying attention to those pretty breasts—
“Katrina! You came!” a high-pitched voice squeals from behind me. I bite my lip to contain my growl as flames enter Katrina’s cheeks and she automatically stops dancing, her teeth nibbling on her plush lower lip.
Her friend—what was her name again? Brittany? Sugar? Pine tree?—scurries forward, dragging her boyfriend behind her. David. Fucking David. I don’t like the fact that he’s been sniffing around my girl. It makes me stabby, and no one likes it when I’m stabby. Hell, I don’t even like it, and I’m the one doing the stabbing.
“I told you I would,” Katrina says as she untangles herself from me and Zolroth. I really, really don’t like that. At all. Especially when she leans forward to give first Booty and then David a hug.
I really need to remember that girl’s name.
Zolroth growls low in his throat, and Katrina, getting the hint, steps away from David as if her ass is on fire. It may not be on fire, but it will be burning from my hand if she doesn’t back the fuck away from that asshole. I’ll never hurt my mate, but a nice spanking here and there? While my fingers scissor inside of her sweet cunt?
I actually might come in my pants. That’ll be fucking embarrassing.
Butters—still don’t remember her name—is talking excitedly about this and that. Honestly, I drowned her out long ago. But damn, that girl can talk.
“Stacy—” Katrina interrupts with a wry smirk. Stacy! That’s her name! Sherlock Akor Holmes for the win.
“And who is this handsome man?” Stacy flutters her eyelashes up at me, and I try to decide if I need to call the human emergency services. Obviously, this poor girl is seizing, and I know my cherry will be sad if she dies. Curse me for having a thing called a conscience.
“This is Akor,” Katrina introduces, though there’s something odd about her tone. I might be mistaken—I usually am when it concerns human emotions—but she almost sounds jealous.
What the fucking hell does my cherry have to be jealous of?
Stacy blushes as she takes a step closer to me, ignoring the daggers David hurls at her back.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Akor,” she greets in a low voice. Is she constipated? I heard that happens to humans. I wonder if Katrina ever got constipated before. Maybe I can ask—
“We should get going.” David tugs on her arm, attempting to pull her away, and Stacy pushes her lips out in a pout.
“All right.” She waves a hand in the air dismissively. To Katrina, she says, “I’ll talk to you later?”
“Yeah,” Katrina replies stiffly, staring at her friend’s retreating back.
Once they’re gone, I immediately tangle myself around Katrina like some sort of spider monkey. Honestly, if I were a dog, this would be the part where I lift my leg and pee on her.
But I’m not a dog, and peeing on humans is gross.
I’ll do the equivalent with my cum, though, and that’ll have to suffice.
“What’s the matter, love?” Zolroth queries with a tiny smirk, one that says he understands what happened better than I do.
“She was totally flirting with him,” Katrina huffs as I continue to sniff at her hair. Hmmm. She smells fucking divine.
Though her pussy smells even better.
Honestly, I could die a happy man on my knees between her thighs.
“You never need to worry, my love,” Zolroth continues, his amusement evident in his voice. “The dumb fucker isn’t even aware of what’s going on right now.”
I’m pretty sure I’m the dumb fucker. Should I be insulted? Most definitely. Will I be? Maybe later, when Katrina isn’t around to calm me. I do have a new collection of knives I bought from the back of this man’s van at a playground.
“I know,” she says, sounding flustered. “I just…” She trails off as her eyes are drawn to something behind me. Her brows pinch, an adorable crease appearing between her eyes, as her mouth pops open. “What the fuck?”
With great reluctance, I pull myself away from where I was sniffing her ear—don’t fucking judge—and turn towards what captured her attention. It’s half because I’m curious and half because I’m jealous as fuck. I don’t like anyone outside of my murder capturing Katrina’s attention.
I quite literally see red when I see the fucker standing in the center of the room, capturing my girl’s gaze.
William fucking Washington.
The guy Katrina lusted over before she met us. And yes, I said lusted. I