Chapter Eight
Soren
I groan as I slam into her. Shelby moans loudly, making sure everyone hears me fuck her. I am so fucking angry, and I funnel it into every thrust I make into her. It’s not enough, and I can’t come. I ripped off my condom thirty minutes ago, trying to get myself there.
Finally giving up, I grab her by the hair and yank her head back so I can sink my fangs into the side of her neck. She moans again, relaxing as I drink from her. Usually, she tastes sweet, but her blood is so goddamn bitter that I stop.
“Get out,” I grunt.
“W-What? You didn’t…”
“Get out!” I scream at her, and she practically runs.
As she shuts the door, I throw the paperweight that usually sits on my desk, striking the wood as it shuts.
It leaves a dent in the surface before clattering to the floor, and I sit on my chair.
As I am tucking my dick away, the door opens again. “What the fuck do you want?”
All five men walk in, and they look pissed. “Hello?” I demand. “What the fuck is your problem?”
“Our problem? What the fuck is your problem?” Micah barks.
“Excuse me?” I demand, standing up from my chair.
“While you were in here with Shelby, your mate was screaming and writhing in pain,” Micah booms. “While you were torturing her, she sobbed and begged us to kill her. She begged for death, Soren, and that is your fucking fault.”
“She’s not my…”
“She is!” Vaughn screams. He is usually calm and cheerful, but not right now. “All while we can’t fucking help her because you are too fucking possessive of her.”
“If you are going to go out of your way to hurt her, you don’t get to be mad when we comfort her.”
“You better not fucking touch her,” I growl, shoving Vaughn so hard that the wall buckles when he smashes into it.
“Go ahead, Boss. Get mad. Be the monster that you are,” Vaughn spits out. “Lose your humanity you’ve spent hundreds of years clinging to. Destroy yet another mate.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I snarl. “You have no fucking right to bring them up.”
“I have every right!” Vaughn screams again, shoving me back from him.
“If this is how things are going to be, I’m done.
I’m walking away because I fucking refuse to watch you do that to her.
She didn’t fucking ask for you. She doesn’t fucking want you.
Killing her would have been merciful, but you tethered her to you, and there is no escape.
So good fucking job, Soren. You’re the big man, and everyone knows it. ”
“Where is she?” I ask Micah.
“Sleeping in my office because she is exhausted from screaming and crying for an hour straight,” he deadpans. “Why? Figured out you can’t get off without your mate?”
“Fuck you,” I hiss. “Get the fuck out, and take the bitch with you.”
“Gladly,” Caine snaps, and they all leave the office.
Fuck them and fuck that human bitch. I don’t need her. I don’t need anyone.