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He chuckled low. “I know I was the first male to kiss you, to touch you.” He took a step closer again, and I moved another one to the side. “I know the arousal you felt is the first you’ve ever experienced in your fragile yet precious human life.” Another one closer, another one to the side from me. “Isn’t that right, kitty?”
That little nickname shouldn’t have made me visibly shiver in pleasure, my damn body betraying me. He chuckled again and reached down to obscenely run his big palm along his huge erection, groaning low, eyes heavy-lidded as he watched me. He lowered his head but kept his gaze locked on me as he pleasured himself through his slacks.
“No one owns me,” I said again, but there was zero conviction in my words.
“Kitty,” he said and groaned again. “I like that nickname for you the most. All soft and innocent.” His gaze lowered down my body until he stared at the part of me that was wet and achy… for him. “If I pet you, would you purr for me?”
I hyperventilated at his words, at how he made me feel. And I couldn’t think as I made a choked sound and turned, running away from him.
I glanced over my shoulder, my lungs burning for how forcefully I tried to suck in air. I couldn’t breathe, was terrified at the things I felt, how my body was like a stranger to me. And with each step away from him, all I felt like doing was turning around and throwing myself into his arms, begging him to keep making me feel this way.
He was still stroking himself as he gave me one more wink.
I faced forward again and pushed people out of my way, ignoring the curses, only hearing the pounding of my pulse in my ears. I had tunnel vision, was dizzy and sweaty, so I didn’t see the man step in front of me before it was too late. I slammed into his body so hard I nearly fell back on my ass. He reached out to steady me, the scent of his breath thick with alcohol and clearing my head.
His touch was like acid on my skin, and I tried to disentangle myself from him. His mouth was moving, but I heard nothing. Then he smiled, and it happened in slow motion. His hands touching my shoulders, moving down my hips, gripping my ass until he pulled me hard against his sweaty body, and I felt his erection prodding me. He slid one hand to my chest, curling his nasty fingers around my breast.
Bile rose in my throat, and I brought my knee up, driving it hard into his groin until I was sure he made a strangled sound if I’d been able to hear at that moment.
But he let me go, and I didn’t waste time as I pushed him out of my way and ran.
And I didn’t stop until I was outside, in my car, and headed home.
10
Adryan
Iwatched my female leave… run from me, because she sensed the predator I was. But I’d never hurt her. It went against the very makeup of my DNA. I’d been lewd, unable to stop that darker side of myself from rising up and taking control.
She’d been afraid… but she’d been turned on even more.
She was perfect for me, fate knowing we belonged together from the very start.
A sadist and his masochist.
I was about to follow her, make sure she got home safely, then make her come for me. Fucking hell, I wanted to taste her orgasm covering my tongue and sliding down the back of my throat.
But then the next sequence of events happened, where some fucker had touched her… fucking touched her. But Kayla was strong, my female kicking that prick in the balls until he’d let go and she could keep running.
I slowly turned my head toward the bastard who dared to even look in her direction. I’d break his hands before I killed him, teach him to keep his fucking dirty paws to himself.
The human moved toward the bar, and I stalked him, watched him until I was so close I could smell the stench of sweat and liquor wafting around his frail body. It was only minutes before he was trying that shit on another female. But instead of the woman pushing him away, she fell into the asshole’s arms and giggled.
He moved his mouth to her ear, and I filtered out everything else so I could pick up what he said in the crowded, noisy club.
“Let’s get out of here. Let’s find a dark, quiet place.”
She closed her eyes and shook her head, her palms flat on his chest as she tried pushing him away. “I don’t feel well. I should probably go home.”
“Let me take you home,” he slurred, pulling back and looking down at her with red-rimmed, glossy eyes.
My rage was tangible as I envisioned him doing this with my Kayla, trying to coax her into going with him, touching her when she didn’t want him to. To ease my rage, and for vengeance for my mate—for all the females he did or would victimize in his fucking life—he’d die tonight. And I’d fucking revel in satiating my bloodlust by draining him dry.
So I watched him. Waited. Like a predator stalking his prey. But then again, that’s exactly what he was.
Twenty minutes later he was leading the stumbling, clearly intoxicated female out of the club. I stayed in the shadows and followed him, slipping out the door, feeling my heart race for a completely different reason. I inhaled deeply, smelling him… an acidic, foul scent.
But it was his blood that would fill my belly and ease my hunger. It was what pumped through his veins that would cover the front of my chest, splattered against the asphalt. The girl was mumbling incoherently, but it was evident she didn’t want to go with him, telling him she had to go home, continuously saying no. And the fucker didn’t listen.
