leans into me, his abs crunching with the movement. My creature watches with dark, hungry eyes, so close to the surface, I’m surprised he can’t see it waiting there, lurking in my gaze.
After all, my one black eye is from its existence.
From when it took over fully and I lost myself in the haze and almost didn’t come back. It left a permanent mark for all to see. The stain of a monster. A killer. An eater.
His face stops inches from mine as he tilts my head farther back until my neck protests, his lips almost touching mine. “Keep pushing, amore, and you won’t like what will happen.”
“No?” I retort, my voice breathy from the raw dominance and lust rolling off of him in waves. The pure fucking alpha is before me now, not the man who cooked me steak, watched me sleep, and play fought with my tiger. This is the man from the club. The killer. The darkness he hides within has come out to play.
Who will be alive when it’s over?
“What will happen?” I prompt, pushing like he just said not to.
A sigh mixed with a groan leaves his lips, the sound going straight to my pussy and making me grind against the floor harder. It was a sound provoked by his displeasure over me testing his patience, and I have never wanted someone to repeat a noise so badly in my life. “You wouldn’t survive it,” he warns.
Leaning in, I press my lips to his and talk against them. “No, it’s you who wouldn’t survive, but you would die with a smile on your face, your dick wet, and pleasure still coursing through your veins.”
From one breath to the next, I’m thrown back to the floor. Laughing, I go willingly, still holding the knife in my hand as he blankets my body with his, pressing every hard inch of his tan flesh to mine. He props his hand next to my head as he watches me with those midnight eyes. “I warned you,” he snarls, and then his lips come down on mine. He kisses me hard, nipping and sucking, attacking my mouth with a ferocity I have never seen, one that leaves me gasping. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I flip us until I’m above him with my knees on either side of him as I press my wet pussy to his trouser covered cock. His hand wraps around my throat and drags me down until he can kiss me again.
Just then, we both hear a crash. Our heads whip to the side as we both stare at the door. We were so distracted we didn’t hear them coming.
The front door explodes inwards, and I’m already in motion.
KHALID
She moves even quicker than I can, flipping from ready to fuck to fighting in under a second. Uncaring about being naked, she throws the knife in her hand at the first supe that steps through the door and then turns, pulling down the sword from the mantle and tossing it to me before grabbing a machete for herself.
Where the fuck did she hide that?
But I don’t have time to wonder, because I hear them coming from the back door too. Shifters. Fucking council lackeys, I can smell it on them. Are they here for me or her?
I turn back and see one of them trying to shoot her—lethal rounds, I’m betting. It looks like they are here for both of us. They want us both dead…but why? She doesn’t hesitate or second-guess or beg them not to, she sprints into action, meeting the surge of shifters pouring through the door. She hacks off one’s head as she spins, her hair flying behind her and her nude body moving so effortlessly, it’s like fucking poetry as she twists and slices. Her mouth is curved in a snarl, and both of her eyes are black now. Her body vibrates with her animals and power as she attacks those coming for her and me.
Something hits me from behind, and I turn with a snarl.
There are four men standing behind me, loaded down with weapons and ready to kill us. They aren’t messing around this time. They want us dead and fast. It’s not fucking happening. Trusting my mate to take care of herself, I focus on these assholes so they don’t get past me.
Gripping the sword she gave me, I stab it through the first man before snapping his neck and tossing him to the side. The other three