Chapter 6
Camo
M y blood pumps through my body like a fucking tsunami as I stare at Skyla’s back.
I just had my fucking fingers inside her tight cunt, then she fucking turned her back on me, like I am some quick fuck to her.
That is because you are, plus, it is how you treat her.
A voice floats into my head. Not Cotton’s, my inner conscious.
I kept away for a week, and it fucked with my head. My brothers noticed the crappy mood I have been in, and told me to pull myself out of the funk before I fuck up and get one of my brothers hurt.
So I came here to see Skyla.
To fuck her out of my system so I can function on the job that I have coming up.
Her ass sticks out at me, her creamy skin that needs to be reddened by my hand taunts me.
Looking over her shoulder, she grins.
“Are you going to fuck me, or just stand there and look at my ass all day? I know it looks good, hell, I work hard to keep it looking this good.” Her cold, bored tone and words piss me off.
I snarl, making quick work of my belt and zipper. Once my cock is free, I pull out a condom and slip the latex over my throbbing cock, which is leaking for the woman bent over in front of me.
She has a perfect ass, and yes, I have fucked that tight little hole, but she knows that I love seeing her face when she comes.
Never in all of my forty-five years on this Earth has my soul ever called to another soul as we climax together, but with her it does. It is something that I cannot explain, and it sends me spiraling.
Skyla is beyond beautiful when she comes on my cock and yeah, it strokes my ego just the right way knowing that I made her feel that way. So her turning her back on me is a pretty big statement.
My blood boils, and I take it out on her. Not caring to check if she is still ready for me, I line up my cock at her tight hole and slam in, causing her to suck in a harsh breath and making me smirk.
Gripping her black and blue hair that is pulled into a ponytail, I yank her head back, making her back arch. She pants while my cock is thrusting hard and fast into her.
“You are being a bitch today, but that is okay. I like bitchy Skyla, it means I get a soaked pussy instead of a wet one. You like me fucking you dirty and angry, baby, so do not act like this is a fucking chore for you.” I lean close to her ear, biting the lobe.
“Fuck you,” she cries out.
I chuckle, pulling out until just the tip of my cock is still in her, then slam back in so hard, her desk moves.
“You are fucking me, baby. Well, I am fucking you, like the dirty whore that you are. My fucking whore.” My hips piston.
“Not your anything,” she pushes past her lips.
“The pussy fluttering around my cock begs to differ, Skyla.”
Her pussy flutters around my cock, and I growl, loving the feel of her tight heat around my shaft. Sex with Skyla is beyond fucking words, that is not our problem, it is the other shit in our lives, or I should say, mine.
“Shut up, Camo, and make me come,” she grinds out.
A spike of anger runs through me, and I double my efforts, fucking her harder than ever before, letting my anger take over.
With a fist full of her dark hair, I rip her head back, and she cries out in pain but I do not stop my cock’s assault on her. My other hand goes to her throat, keeping her in an arched position, as my cock fills her to the hilt.
“I’m coming,” she cries.
Gritting my teeth, I ignore the fact that my shirt is clinging to me with how much I am sweating.
Pulling my hand from her throat, I bring it down hard on her ass, leaving a bright red handprint on her creamy skin.
“Ow, you fucker.”
I grin behind her back until she comes, strangling my cock harder than ever before, and I come with her, filling the condom with my seed. My balls actually fucking ache with how hard I come.
My legs shake with the ferocity of my orgasm. Letting her hair go, Skyla flops forward, her body spent, and I can’t fucking blame her. We both came fucking hard and I will be making that happen again.
I pull out of her, stepping away to deal with the condom, and dropping it in the trash can. Before I turn to face her, I can feel the shift.
Coldness fills the room; she is already dressed and looking like she was not just fucked to within an inch of her life. She is throwing my actions back at me and fuck me, it feels shitty.
We say nothing for a few seconds, then she breaks the silence.
“I was asked to go on a date yesterday.” Her voice is a little hoarse, and I would smirk at the thought that I caused that, but her words fill my veins with anger and rage.
I keep all emotion off my face while I tuck my now deflated dick away, zip up my pants, and buckle up my belt. My shoulders fill with tension again. Folding my arms in front of my body, I keep them locked as they fucking twitch with the need to fucking hit something or make someone bleed.
“You got nothing to say to that? Another man showing interest in me?” I say nothing to her question.
Skyla sighs, showing her defeat and disappointment, and I feel that sound in my gut.
She moves around her desk, sitting back in her leather chair, my gaze tracking her every move. Once she is seated, she brings her gaze to meet mine and I fucking hate what I see there.
“You really do think that little of me, huh? Have zero respect for me?”
This time, I do speak.
“You knew what this was when we started it.”
Nodding, she looks at her computer monitor, thinking over whatever is running through her head.
Skyla is not someone who will play games, so I know that what she is saying is coming from deep inside of her. The seconds tick by while she says nothing.
My heart tells me to say something, anything to put her mind at ease but the words do not come easy, so I stay silent. With my fists clenched tightly out of sight of her, I wait. Skyla speaks again and with each word she says, my world tilts and spins and I lose control of what to think or say.
“I did, but feelings are a rite of passage in a human’s life.
We are not soulless like some supernaturals are.
Supernaturals have mates, they become couples who love, respect, and protect.
So, I think this thing between us is because of you.
You do not want more with me. I am not good enough for you, so you use me, and that is your choice, Camo. ”
Again, I say nothing.
With every passing, silent second, my gut tightens, and as hard and dark as I am, I feel the raw emotion in the room with us.
“Since I have not seen you in a week, I can assume that you have been fucking the club girls, because a man with a sex drive like yours cannot go that long without pussy.” Her gaze bores into mine, like she is begging for me to deny it, but my lips stay closed, and I see the defeat enter her gaze and her body deflates.
“I thought so.” Her shoulders go back, her head rises in a show of strength. “Just go, Camo.”
I stay rooted to the spot for seconds, before anger flashes across her face.
“Leave. Go back to the club girls, and forget about me. I cannot do this anymore. Leave and stay away.”
She spins in her chair, looking at the window, and I know this conversation is over. With a grunt, I leave, slamming the door behind me, no doubt making her jump but I can’t bring myself to fucking care.
Storming through the gym, I ignore the glares that Rocky and Clark give me. Reaching my bike, I start her up, before peeling away from the building and heading to the club.
I need a drink or fucking ten to deal with the shit she has spinning around my head.
Why the fuck couldn’t she just leave things as they were?
I grip the handlebars tighter, no doubt my knuckles white from the pressure, but I keep riding, letting the crisp cold air hit my face.
People walk around the square, wrapped up in thick winter coats, hats, and scarves, while I wear a T-shirt and my leather jacket with the club logo proudly on my back.
Salem in fall is always chilly, but closer to Christmas it is downright frozen balls season.
Some of the brothers park their bikes away and drive around in their cars, because we may be supernaturals but we can still get hurt and die.
Well, unless you are Thorin— then it takes a little more to kill him off.
I am not ready to put my baby away.
I ride around for hours, not ready to head back to the club. The shit that has gone down between Skyla and me plays in my mind on repeat, and I can’t get her words out of my head.
Some fucker thinks he can take her on a date. I locked down my reaction to her saying that; I had to make sure that she did not see that I almost went into a fit of rage hearing that another man wants to touch her.
She is not yours.
I shake my head, clearing the shit but truthful thought away. Pushing harder on my bike, I zip through traffic with no destination in mind, until the sun goes down and the temperature drops.
The streetlights come on, and the cold adds to the mystic feel of Salem. It is at night that some supernaturals feel more at ease, so you will see more of them after dark.
Never underestimate a supernatural; we all have different souls. Some dark, some light but each and every one is as dangerous as the next. Even a white witch will turn nasty to protect theirs.
I roll my bike to a stop and swing my leg over, before stepping into the clubhouse. Music plays but not loud enough that you can’t hear anyone talk. The brothers are chilling, having a beer and some green, while some of the girls dance.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Winger calls, before tapping the club girl on his lap, telling her to leave.
“Where do you think he has been?” Shift snickers, so I flip the prick off.
Joining them, I call for a whiskey, needing the amber liquid to soothe the tension in my body.