Chapter 17
The angry bruise I left on Briar’s neck stared at me in accusation. If I had gone any deeper, I would have marked her.
Fear hollowed out my stomach.
Now that I was no longer knotted inside her, I rolled her onto her back so quickly she squealed. I pulled out of her, leaving her warm pussy. Such a good, warm pussy.
A shiver crept down my spine, and I had to force myself not to look at her, shouldering past Sinclair.
Faltering with her shouldn’t have happened. Why had I fallen?
I raked my hands through my hair.
“I’ll be right back, babe,” Sinclair said from behind me. Great, he was going to follow me. Kyan was already on my heel.
I shoved inside Kyan’s bedroom, next to mine, heading for his shower. I slowed before entering the bathroom. It was best to get their bitching out of the way. I turned to Sinclair, striding right for me.
“What the bloody fuck, Elias?” Sinclair hissed at me, shoving my chest with enough force that I stumbled back without fighting his anger. “You tell me I can’t have her and then you go and almost claim her?”
Kyan slowly walked closer, his eyebrows furrowing.
“What’s going on, Elias?” There was more concern in his tone than I wanted. I preferred anger.
“We’re buggered, that’s what.” Sinclair rubbed the top of his head, glaring at me. “If you stuck to your bloody word—”
I snapped, my fist arching out and smashing across his jaw. Sinclair’s head jerked back, crimson dripping down his lip.
The second time I’ve made someone I care for bleed today.
What was I thinking?
Panic gripped me to the point that I couldn’t avoid Sinclair’s fist. My lip burst into agony. A copper taste coated my tongue.
“We can finish this discussion later.” The stiff words spilled out of me.
Kyan watched, disapprovingly shaking his head.
“What if we keep her?” His voice was hard and sudden.
I froze, my body jolting like I’d been electrocuted.
I couldn’t breathe. Four seconds . . . seven . . . I started backing up without saying a word.
“After I clean off, I’m going to get the supps.” I didn’t bother looking at them as I retreated—a coward.
Once I returned with the suppressants, there wouldn’t be a need for them again; she would be gone.
Nausea turned my stomach, but I gritted my teeth.
She had to be gone soon.