Marcus scoffs, his fingers brushing over my body and skimming over the curve of my breast, stopping to tease my nipple, and getting a rise out of the way it hardens beneath his touch. “It’s inevitable. You’re into Roman, and that’s cool, but you should know the way he looks at you … baby, he never looked at Felicity like that. He’s just fucked up right now. He’s angry and he’ll never fucking admit it, but it’s there. You’ve fucked with all of our heads.”
My brow arches and I shake my head. “You don’t think you’ve done the same to me, oh creepy one?” I murmur, reaching down between us and stroking my fingers over his cock, loving the way it reacts to my touch. “You’ve destroyed me for any other man, so I swear to God, Marc. If you three fuckheads die in this war and leave me, I’ll be really fucking pissed.”
His arm curls around my body and pulls me in tight, crushing my chest against his. “Is that your way of saying you love me too?”
A grin pulls at the corners of my lips as I jump up into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. He slams my back up against the cold tiles of the shower and reaches down between us, the back of his hand skimming over my sensitive clit and making me flinch. He takes his cock and effortlessly slides back inside me.
A deep, guttural groan tears from me as I pull him in and brush my lips over his. “What does it say about me if I were to admit I’d fallen in love with a savage like you?”
Marcus’ lips pull into a wicked grin against mine. “It’d say that you’re no longer visiting the dark side, Shayne, you fucking own it.”
And with that, he fucks me all over again, making sure that with every damn thrust, I know that I’m his queen.
14
Levi’s drums sound from the other room, and I roll my eyes as my ass drops onto the big couch. It was a long drive back to the DeAngelis mansion, and while Marcus and Roman had plans to head back to the castle for a second load, Levi couldn’t wait to set up his drums. His fingers have been itching for it since we first ran Giovanni out of here.
Not being a great passenger and needing some down time, I opted to stay here with Levi and the wolves, knowing that I’ll be safe to finally spend some time by myself and just chill. It’s been way too long since I’ve been able to just do me.
A full bowl of popcorn and one of every soda in the house is lined up on the couch beside me. If I’m doing this, then I’m going to do it right.
Grabbing the remote, I turn on the TV and immediately boost the volume up to drown out the sound of Levi’s drumming. Don’t get me wrong, that forceful, intense drumming is the sound of my soul, but not on my movie night. I won’t be able to chill with that sound vibrating through the walls and reminding me just how good it can really be.
After crossing my legs under me and spreading a blanket over my body, I grab the bowl of popcorn and rest it in my lap. The first perfectly buttered piece sinks into my mouth as I flip through every last channel that Giovanni is paying for. I search through every streaming app until I finally find what I’m looking for—serial killer documentaries.
Now this is my jam.
I’ve watched these my whole life. Whenever my dad was out spending his night getting drunk and abusing the poor wait staff, I would watch documentaries until I heard his key forcing its way into the lock. Ten out of ten times he was drunk, and it’d take at least five minutes for him to get the front door open, giving me enough time to race to my bedroom and lock myself in there for the night. Most of the time, he was still passed out when I had to leave for school in the morning.
It was a perfect little system … until it wasn’t.
These documentaries, as fucked up as they are, remind me of my youth, the good times sitting on my couch all by myself. As bad as it sounds, being ten years old, home and alone with no food were the best nights of my childhood. It only went downhill from there. Not to mention, there’s nothing better than a fucked-up story. While these stories are dark and twisted in every way, they reminded me that life could have been worse. I was just a kid, sitting at home with a lock on the back of my bedroom door, while the victims in these documentaries were coming face to face with pure evil.
I find one about The Midnight Butcher and it stirs something within me. I hit play and make myself comfortable, popping another piece of popcorn into my mouth. The Midnight Butcher’s photo comes on the screen, and I recall a news story only a year or two ago about the guy. From memory, he lives in this state and was a real problem for a while, but the state is pretty fucking big, and from his victims’ locations, he wasn’t someone I had to worry about.
It’s way after nightfall. It’s been a long-ass day and I find myself smirking as the documentary goes on. This guy seems like a bit of an amateur. His kills are a little sloppy and wild. Roman would be disappointed and Marcus would just be embarrassed. Though it’s not like I’m one to judge. My kills have been a complete mess. Hell, today’s chainsaw experiment was a complete disaster, though I got the job done and managed to get a confession of love at the same time. I guess it was technically a success.
Shit, am I no better than the guys in these documentaries?
The glow of the TV lights up the room, and just as I watch an actor portraying the Butcher, stalking his latest victim, the couch dips beside me and the bowl of popcorn flies from my lap. “FUCK,” I screech as Doe plonks down on the couch beside me, her big head dropping into my lap where the popcorn once was.
My hand presses to my chest, feeling the rapid beat of my heart beneath as Dill comes hobbling into the room, a slight limp in his step. “Hey, buddy,” I say, watching as he makes his way to the spilled popcorn and starts cleaning up my mess.
My heart sinks watching him. He’s doing a million times better, but he’s still in so much pain. He definitely isn’t the same wolf I’ve come to know. My hand falls to Doe’s head and I scratch her behind the ears as Dill makes himself comfortable on the carpet, right under me, making sure that if I were to get up for a pee break, I’d trip over his humongous body.
Now that he’s not on the strong painkillers and he’s a lot more mobile, he’s been following me everywhere I go. He’s just as protective over me as I am of him, and I know it kills him that he’s not back at full strength. He’s not been able to run or chow down his food like he normally does, and while he’ll never express it, I know he’s still in so much pain. It kills me seeing him like this, but it won’t be long until he’s back to chatting up all those wolfy bitches he finds out in the wild. I bet this big bastard is a bit of a stud in the wolf world, and I can picture Doe so clearly, rolling her eyes in embarrassment at her big brother. Though, do we actually know that they’re siblings? Or is that something I’ve made up in my mind?
The documentary goes on as Doe sleeps in my lap. I get lost in the story, judging his every move, knowing the boys could have done so much better. They stalked me like fucking professionals through my apartment, and then again through the maze garden back at the castle.
Good times!
I hear the door of the internal garage and a smile settles over my lips realizing that Marcus and Roman are back. I can’t help but think of what Marcus said to me in the shower about Roman. I’m not blind, I know Roman feels something for me, but there’s no way what he feels for me comes even close to the intense relationship he shared with Felicity. Hell, they even had a child together, and he was ready to give her his name.
Marcus comes striding through to the massive theater room with Roman hot on his heels. I’m not surprised to see Levi following them in a moment after. Marcus drops his ass onto the armrest of my couch and picks up a stray piece of popcorn as he watches the documentary with furrowed brows.
Levi looks around the room at the mess I made when the wolves came in. “What the fuck happened here?” he asks, walking around the couch and leaning against the backrest behind my head.
“Ask these big assholes,” I mutter, indicating to the giant wolves.