Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,5

her soul between the movement of our lips, feel her pain as she gripped my biceps and dug her nails in hard enough to make my own blood join what coated my flesh. She was pure and light and empty and dark, this fucked up little creature who was so close to breaking that I could feel it in every place I touched her. But she wouldn’t break. Not now or ever. She was the fiercest, strongest, most defiant girl I’d ever met and there was nothing in this world or the next that could cast her to ruin.

Her teeth sank into my bottom lip and I wasn't even sure if the blood I could taste was mine or that of the men we'd just killed, and I didn't care. Because this kiss was more than just a kiss. It was an oath and a vow and a promise I intended to keep until death came and ripped me from this world kicking and screaming and cursing for the rest of time. I was her creature now. I was a man on his knees in the rain and a monster hiding in the dark and I was hers to command at will.

She had taken ownership of my twisted, fucked up being and I would willingly dive into hellfire and beyond at her command, just to make her happy.

Her hands slid to the back of my neck until she was fisting my hair and pulling me closer, driving some of her own pain into me and claiming me as hers once and for all. There was no going back for us now and we both knew it. This was the final wall dividing us and we were tearing it down like it had never been constructed at all.

When I'd fought the urge to kiss her like this all of those times before now, it had been purely for her own good. She was better off away from me. Better off hating me and cursing me and aching for my pain. But now that I'd seen her in her darkest moment, I knew that holding out on her hadn't been doing a damn thing to stop her from owning me. And I was done holding back. I was her beast to use, destroy and punish and I'd give my life for hers before I'd ever see her hurt again.

We broke apart and she looked up at me with a feral kind of hunger which had me aching for more and more of her. I wished the world would fade away. I wished we could just put time on hold and forget about my brother bleeding out and needing us and forget about the dead men filling the forest so that I could claim her fully here and now. I wanted to bring our bodies together coated in the blood of our enemies and the pain of our grief. But if I did, it meant I was giving up on Saint. And I'd die before I did that.

"My monster," Tatum breathed as she looked up at me in the moonlight, painted in blood for her.

"Always," I agreed in a rough voice which I hoped conveyed to her the truth of that vow before snatching her hand and pulling her close to me.

I hooked the baseball bat from the ground and grabbed the cell phone which was laying amongst the dead leaves beside the corpse before switching it off and shoving it in my pocket. I gave the area another slow glance to make sure there was nothing else worth taking then grabbed her hand and set off back up the hill towards the road.

We were seriously fucked. There was no way that we could cover this up ourselves, let alone get Saint the help he needed as quickly as he needed it...assuming the worst hadn't already happened.

But I refused to believe that, because I was sure I would have felt it if he'd died. The Night Keeper oaths we'd made might have seemed like bullshit sometimes, but one thing was for sure in my mind. They'd bound our souls together. And if his had moved on from this place then I just knew that I'd know it. I’d feel it in my gut like a piece of my twisted heart had been ripped from my flesh and burned to nothing.

"Saint?" Tatum asked as I pulled her into a fast pace and I could hear the fear in her voice.

"Alive," I snarled, daring her