Page 2 of Devour

Between the piercings and covering our bodies in ink, we use pain to get through the years of not having pussy. It barely works.

And since I decided Saylor was going to be mine, I skipped the victory fuck after my last two rituals. No one does that. Ever. No man who’s been cut off is going to deny himself the chance at a pussy, ass, or mouth. But I know what I want, and it isn’t one of the paid girls from Velum. It’s the gorgeous blonde who should be on her way home from class, instead of wherever the fuck she is right now.

“They should at least let you claim her before you get your next piercing,” Priest says. “It’s just another way they fuck with you.”

We’ve done a lot of fucked-up things and ended a lot of lives in the name of protecting the Ravens. But it isn’t enough to make us serve and do their bidding. They constantly prove their control over us by testing us in every way they can.

“I don’t give a shit about the piercing. It won’t stop me from fucking her.” We’ve been trained to handle pain. What’s a little more?

I check the mirror again. Her Mercedes hasn’t moved, and she’s nowhere in sight.

“Fuck this.” I’m done sitting in this car. “I’m carrying her ass out of there.”

Priest glances at the south doors, then at me.

“Why do I have a feeling some bullshit is about to go down?”

I’m out of the SUV before he can say anything else. I’ve got this sick feeling in my gut telling me she’s in that building doing something I’m going to make her regret.

Priest’s door slams behind me. His boots pound against the pavement. He doesn’t try to stop me. He just hurries to keep up.

We take the stairs two at a time. I pull the door open so hard that it bangs off the wall. The lobby’s dead, but I know exactly where I’m going. I’ll start with where she had class and search every room in this building if she isn’t there. I’m walking her to and from her classes from now until school is out. This shit is done.

I approach the lecture hall and find it empty. What the fuck?

I look down the hallway for anyone still around, making my way toward a row of offices. Then a sound catches my attention, and my blood fucking boils.

She’s moaning. I know it’s Saylor. It’s the sound I’ve been replaying in my mind for the past three years with my dick in my hand. Except right now, she’s letting someone else touch what’s mine.

And that is fucking unacceptable.

I continue down the hall toward the office where the sound is coming from. The fact that she’s letting someone fuck her makes me want to put my fist through the wall. After I beat the shit out of whoever the fuck she’s with and kill him, I might even spank her ass too.

Priest grabs the back of my shirt. “You’re going to be fucking her soon enough. Don’t get yourself in trouble with the Ravens.”

I rip out of his grip and turn to glare at him. I don’t give a fuck that she’s not technically mine yet. Or that I’m not supposed to kill without their authority. Those are just meaningless details. Don’t try to reason with an obsessed man. You won’t win. I don’t give a shit how insane it is.

I’ve killed plenty of other men without asking permission. And right now, I want to rip the door off its hinges and slice this fucker’s dick off for thinking he can touch my girl.

“Either help me or get the fuck out of my way,” I snarl at him, daring him to stop me again. I know he’s going to do what needs to be done, so I’m not going to waste any more time and give the fucker in there a chance to spill his cum inside my pussy.

I square my shoulders knowing what I’m about to do. There isn’t a chance in hell the dipshit in there gets to keep breathing.

I open the fucking door.

CHAPTER 2

AXL

Agrowl rips out of my fucking chest. Just like I expected, she’s bent over the desk with her skirt shoved up around her waist. Her panties are stretched between her knees, giving me a full view of her ass cheek and bare hip. This dipshit in khakis has his hand fisted in her hair, and his cock buried inside her.

I know this prick. Dylan Davidson. Some idiot TA who fucks his way through the students and has a nasty habit of making sure the ones who say no don’t remember saying it. I’ve heard his name come up twice in the past year, but we didn’t have enough on him yet.

But I don’t need to know anything else to fucking kill him.

Dylan sees me first. His hips stop moving, and his face goes white. He pulls out of her so fast that he stumbles backward into the filing cabinet. His dick is hanging out, and his hands are up. “Hey—hey. I don’t want any trouble.”

He doesn’t know anything about our world, except for whatever rumors are out there. He comes from some rich family who got him into Graves, but he’s not part of the Ravens. It seems he knows enough to realize that he’s chosen fucking poorly.