Fuck Gunner's timeline, I've told him a million times that she is ready for us, and that she can handle all of our shit. For the longest time he thought we needed to be cured first.
There's no fixing us, we're damaged, but that doesn't mean we're irredeemable. The only challenge we face is controlling our crazy so that it doesn't control us.
Gunner has a harder time than I do with controlling the blood lust, but he's gotten better throughout the years.
Presley can be our safety net, our anchor in the storm of our minds. Since meeting her, I haven't had the impulse as often. Neither has Gunner.
We haven't killed in weeks, and if Drew hadn't hurt our girl then that streak would have remained. We've tortured him every day since we captured him, but his time is almost up. He's next on our list.
The rage I felt that night, how dare someone hurt her. She's mine, and mine alone tonight. Gunner won't be able to stop himself from claiming her now that I'm going to.
Her eyes are closed, but her lips are forming a perfect 'O', she's so responsive to all of my touches. If I'm not careful I'll come before she does.
She was made for sin, made for me, and I'll never let her go.
I'm going to commit to memory every single expression and sound she makes tonight. Easing my hand down her stomach, I rest my fingers right above the light dusting of hair there.
"Please, touch me, Kai. Make me burn." She begs.
Her eyes are the prettiest shade of green when she's turned on like this. I'll give her what she wants but only a little taste of it.
"Have you come since the other night?"
“No. Nothing could compare to what you and Gunner could make me feel.”
I was only mildly curious, we didn't tell her she couldn't, but the fact that she hasn’t makes me even more feral.
Seeing that blonde little fucker around her tonight, broke something in me. Code or not, he’s as good as dead, and no one, not even Presley, will be able to stop me. He was warned, it’s not my fault he didn’t listen.
While I like the hunt, Gunner is the one who usually likes to play with his prey, but I’m going to have fun torturing him before he draws his last breath.
“Please,” she begs.
I’m torn between giving her what she wants, and leaving her tied up until she realizes who she belongs to.
She bucks against my hand when I apply pressure to her swollen clit. She’s so wet, my cock aches to be inside of her. So, why am I punishing myself?
"More!" She begs.
"Kai, I'm sorry for lying." She pants again, breaking me out of my rage.
That's one of the reasons she’s so good for us, she brings us back from our dark place with her goodness.
"About what?" I want to hear her confession over and over again.
My fingertips graze her clit. "P—lease, don't stop!" She leans her head back with a moan.
Regrettably, I do exactly that. I’m going to fuck her, but first we need to come to an understanding.
She hisses through clenched teeth when I place one fingerat her entrance. Slowly, I begin to tease her by easing in then out. “Are you going to talk to him behind our back again?”
She’s speechless, and I have her right where I want her. With each thrust of my finger, I dive deeper until I'm all the way inside. Her hips move to the easy rhythm that I set, and when I add a second finger she cries out my name.
“Answer me!” I command.
“No! I promise Kai, don’t stop, please! but –.”
With my thumb I circle her clit. “There is no but! You will have no contact with him. We’ll handle it.”
