Marked (Primal Obsessions #2) - Cara Wylde Page 0,29

find one. I wasn’t looking for money, I wasn’t looking for fame, nor for a better, more luxurious lifestyle. I wasn’t looking for a soul mate either, and yet… every time I looked into Rosalie’s eyes, I could see myself years in the future, still very much obsessed with her, still craving her body and her touch. The human female… She’d done something to me. And if I wasn’t completely insane, she’d done something to Brooks and Lincoln, too. The three of us were all wrapped up in her. We wanted to hurt her, and we did. The problem was that after, we always felt this intense need to care for her.

It was all so confusing. I didn’t know how I felt anymore. I didn’t know what I wanted.

Brooks and Lincoln had always told me I was a sex addict. And I’d accepted it. I couldn’t exactly see myself and judge myself from the outside, but they could. I was also terrified of commitment. To me, commitment and routine were the same thing. To wake up next to the same female every day… To have breakfast, lunch, and dinner with her. To fuck her pussy and no other pussy until death did us part. No, I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t handle the thought, which meant that if the thought ever became reality, I wouldn’t be able to handle that reality. The fact that I could see myself with Rosalie for years to come scared me shitless.

I sped up. I shouldn’t have, seeing how Krista had lost her life in a car accident just a little over twenty-four hours ago. But it helped clear my head. It helped me think of other things. Not just Rosalie, Rosalie, Rosalie.

Rosalie Olsen…

She was our prisoner, our slave. Our plaything. And we’d thought she’d hate it at first, we’d thought that by doing the things we did to her, we were punishing her. Most of the time, we did manage to scare her, but it was temporary. The more we fucked her, the more we tortured her mentally and physically, the more she seemed to crave us. She was starting to become immune to our sick games, and that was why Brooks had pulled a gun on her. Not because he ever intended to use it, but because it had become frustrating to him to try and frighten the human female only to have her crawling to him – to us – for more. Thinking back, he really shouldn’t have pulled a gun on her. She would’ve nursed Milo anyway. Her boobs were filled with milk.

Females were strange. It was beyond me how they could start lactating just because there was a hungry cub pulling at their blouse.

Females were fascinating. And Rosalie was probably the most fascinating specimen I’d ever encountered.

I felt something for her. “Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Fuck!” I hit the steering wheel as I slowed down. The traffic was getting a bit heavier. And if I didn’t care enough about my own life, I should’ve at least cared about the other drivers’. “Where am I going?” I murmured, lost. “Where can I go?”

I just needed to put some distance between me and Rosalie. Between me and the guys. At least for a while, at least until I figured out what to do with these new feelings that were blossoming in my chest, making my heart beat faster and my stomach squeeze into knots.

I needed to get away.

Eleven

Brooks

The human female fell asleep with my cub attached to her breast. When I saw him stretch and yawn, I gathered him in my arms. The female didn’t even notice that I’d taken him from her. She must have been too tired. I put Milo down for a minute and carried the woman into the bedroom. There was no point in letting her sleep on the floor. I tucked her in bed, closed the door, and snatched Milo just as he was trying to crawl into bed with her. He’d followed me, and when he saw that we were walking away from Rosalie, he started to protest.

“No. Back. I want… her…”

My eyes grew as wide as saucers. I stopped in my tracks and stared at him.

“What did you say?”

He pointed at the closed bedroom door. “Rose…”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Milo had never spoken before. He should have started speaking months ago, and when he hadn’t, Krista and I had thought that he might be on the spectrum. It didn’t matter to us. We loved