Marked (Primal Obsessions #2) - Cara Wylde Page 0,38

your job if you don’t turn up on Monday.”

I rolled my eyes. This was exactly what I needed. A third person to lecture me about my life choices and how it was so damn important to hold on to a job.

“I was worried about you,” she whispered when she saw that her questioning had actually made me mad.

“Sure you were.”

Now I didn’t feel so bad about what I was going to do. I walked to my trailer, pulled the door open, and motioned for her to get inside. Unaware that Fiona was in there, she walked in, and before she could figure out the mess she’d just gotten herself into, I slammed the door closed and locked it, slipping the key in my back pocket.

“Who is she?” they both said at the same time, then turned to stare at me.

Oh, this was spectacular! I threw my head back and laughed. Fiona seemed to be curious about the human female. I noticed she was subtly sniffing the air. She knew what Rosalie was. Rosalie, though… Well, she didn’t look very pleased. Her neck and cheeks had turned beet red, and her hands were squeezed into fists at her sides.

“Colt, why did you bring me here?” Rosalie asked.

Fiona could’ve asked the exact same question. She didn’t. By now, they kind of both suspected where I was going with this. They both had good instincts. Or they had both noticed the huge tent in my pants. When the human female was present, I couldn’t help myself. My cock stood to attention and wanted to penetrate her. I wanted to fill her with my seed. But no. This time, I was going to hold myself back. Instead of fucking her, I was going to fuck Fiona in front of her. And now that I thought about it, this had turned into more than a game of proving to myself that I could fuck other women. Now I wanted to prove to her, to Rosalie, that she didn’t have any power over me, that her cunt wasn’t anything special, and I could spill my seed in some other female’s holes, too.

“You know what? I’m going to leave,” Rosalie said as she went for the door. When she realized it was locked, she groaned. “Colt, come on. I want to go. It’s clear to me that I’m the third wheel.”

I closed the space between us and tucked a strand of her long, black hair behind her ear.

“I brought you here because I want you to watch.”

“No.”

“Yes. I want you to sit right there,” I pointed at the couch, “and watch me fuck Fiona.”

“Uuu… I like where this is going,” Fiona chuckled. “Sexy.” She was leaning against the table, and she spread her legs invitingly.

Rosalie fixed me with a death glare. “No. Colt, let me go. Now.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” I slammed my hand against the door, right beside her head. She gasped in surprise. “Who do you think you are to order me around?” I added in a lower, more threatening tone. “You don’t make the rules, bitch. This is my home, and I make the rules. And if I tell you to sit your ass down and watch, you will do just that.”

“Colt,” she whimpered. She was afraid of me now. I could smell her fear on her luscious, tanned skin.

“I don’t have time to argue with you.”

I pushed her toward the couch. She stumbled as she fell in the middle of it. Quickly, I produced some rope out of one of my kitchen drawers – I always had rope lying around, as I knew Brooks and Lincoln had, too, – and proceeded to tie her up. I was in a hurry, and I wasn’t as good at this as Lincoln, but my knots would have to do. Once she was secured, I turned to Fiona.

“I think I like you even more now,” she said. “This is one of my fantasies. To be watched.”

“Is that right?” I started undressing her, one item of clothing at a time.

“Well, if you had brought a man, it would’ve been even better. But she’ll do just fine.”

Fiona was wearing a corset-like top that was rather hard to remove. I stepped behind her and started fumbling with the tiny zipper at the back, my fingers too big and clumsy to convince it to cooperate. Finally, I managed to pull it down. Fiona’s big, beautiful breasts spilled over, and I heard Rosalie take in a deep, sharp