“This day has been exhausting,” I mumble as I let my eyes slowly shut, relaxing and turning myself over to the wolf’s embrace.
A content sound rumbles in his chest in response to my silent surrender, and I pat his massive shoulder that seems even bigger than usual. He nuzzles me, making another content sound.
“If she’s this agreeable with savagery, I wish my monster had the urge to claim her,” Arion grumbles.
“If I don’t feed within the next week or so, my monster may take things into its own hands,” Damien points out very deliberately.
“This monster is going to sleep right now,” I mutter into the werewolf’s chest. “Maybe you all should have spent the last five months—”
“You’re never going to let that go, are you?” Vance interrupts, sounding amused. “Don’t worry, Violet. Such a small grudge will surely flee you soon enough. I’ll make it up to you.”
I’m not sure why I smile, but I am glad Emit’s massive arm is mostly blocking my face so that they don’t see it.
I’ll blame the post-orgasmic bliss that has almost put me into a coma for the stupid grin that won’t go away. Because I’m still pissed.
I think.
Stupid, infuriating, male monsters.
CHAPTER 17
ARION
Emit’s fucking her. Again. Very roughly, I might add. It’s the only thing distracting me from Vance’s conversation with a worried beta of mine. It’s far more interesting to watch how very much Violet’s seemingly soft body can handle.
I’m not holding back next time. I’m going to give her my monster too, damn it. All of me. Make her my fucking bride the way he’s made her his mate.
“It’s only fair,” I mutter to myself.
“Surely she’ll return soon, Shera. Just have Avery pitch in if it’s so hard to run Sanctuary without her…Idun won’t step foot on those grounds. For now, we have her word,” Vance is assuring her.
“It’s been three damn days. How much longer could the wolf possibly possess his body without the help of a full moon?” I gripe, frustrated all to hell and back.
Vance pinches the bridge of his nose as he puts his phone away.
Violet was draped around me and soothing the ache inside me when that damn wolf broke free from his cage. He’s occupied her like the selfish prat he is ever since.
Violet cries out in a garbled, tired tone, and I poke my head in the door, seeing her sitting atop him, as her head drops down, her entire body trembling, as two large hands come around to grab her ass and start working her hips for her. She droops in exhaustion, barely holding herself up, as the mutt continues to ravage her.
I’m so jealous that I’m visibly seething.
“That fucker broke my bed and took over my room. That bed is the only reason I get what little sleep I get,” Vance grouses from the corner, throwing a knife into the wooden board across from him.
“I’m damn near depleted. How’s her back looking today?” Damien asks from the ground, turning paler by the minute, as his lips start to fade into a blue hue.
“It’s scarred over completely today. Those marks will last a century at the very least. Or five,” I answer, idly wondering why in the hell the wolf cut her so deeply.
Idun’s mark was barely a single claw on her shoulder blade, and even that was a devastating defilement of her body that she worked hard to remove.
Violet has five deep gashes that start at the top of her right shoulder and streak all the way down her back to her hip in a diagonal. It looks like he damn near wanted to rip her in half to ensure the deepest cut.
She drops to his chest, crying out his name, distracting me, as the scent of her pleasure teases and torments the three of us, who can’t get close to that bed without catching a claw to the gut.
We’ve all tried. Vance is sliced up the worst.
It’d be stupid to fight the wolf without Emit at the reins, because someone’s going to die if we do—probably Emit. After all, I’m the vicious vampire no one can defeat.
I want to be a monster right now. Violet always pays closer attention to the monsters who turn her on…or the pathetic. Pathetic isn’t really my style.
All her attention and energy has been spent on the wolf these past three days.
“That’s it. That’s all I’ve got. I can’t go on longer without feeding. If he hurts her, someone fucking kill him,” Damien groans as his eyes roll back in his head.
“Someone drag him in here and let him get a small taste, while she’s pumped full of drugging pleasure and pheromones,” Emit calls from the bedroom, sounding completely…lucid.
We all sort of stare at each other, and Vance’s eyes narrow to slits. I find it highly suspicious that Emit’s wolf just happens to release him when Damien can’t hold back Violet’s pain any longer.
“Emit!” Violet shouts in excitement, and I peer back inside to see her throw her arms around his neck, holding him like he needs comforting.
The motherfucking wolf smirks at me over her shoulder, his arms going around her middle, as he hugs her to him. His eyes are still fully brown with pieces of ember sizzling out. He can control the wolf’s presence...
How much has been real and how much has been show?