16. Chapter 16
Slammingthedoorbehind me, I lean back on the wall beside it, my fists clenched at my sides. I wanted so much to rush across the room and taste her sweet nectar, which I could smell as soon as I entered the apartment. Walking in on her half-naked, and Diego, completely nude, had nearly done me in.
Her rosy pink nipples were hard, her lips bruised and the folds between her legs swollen and drenched. It would have been so easy to kneel on the floor, drag her to the edge of the bed, and sink my tongue inside her. I wanted nothing more than to sweep through her folds and dip inside her.
I can almost taste her on my lips already. My cock is throbbing in my slacks, making them uncomfortably tight. Since throwing Diego out of the room, he”s already taken off. Probably to put on some clothes.
I hear the bathroom door in her room open and shut again, cutting off some of her scent, but it”s still driving me crazy. When the shower turns on, I huff out a breath and push away from the wall, storming into the kitchen. Diego didn”t make it as far as his room. In fact, it doesn”t even look like he attempted to make it that far at all.
He”s standing buck ass naked in front of the open fridge, a carton of orange juice pressed to his lips, gulping down the contents. Pulling the carton away, he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth and his eyes fall on me.
There”s a smirk adorning his lips, one that I”m going to have to wipe off his face. I’m across the room in less than a second. I wrap my hand around his throat and shove him back against the counter. The granite has to be digging into his back from how hard I”m pushing him against it.
Diego drops the carton of juice, the sticky liquid splashing on my leather shoes. My hand flexes around his neck, but his smirk never falters. I let out a feral snarl and pull him towards me before slamming him back into the granite with enough force to crack it.
”What did I say, Diego? No repeats. You are supposed to be protecting her, not trying to fuck her!” My voice raises as I reach the end of my sentence. ”And now I find you naked in her room, your cock as wet as her pussy.”
Diego grunts, opening his mouth to talk, but my grip is too tight. I flex my fingers again, letting my hand loosen somewhat on his neck. Diego coughs and clears his throat.
”What”s wrong with both, boss?”
Wrenching back my hand, I clench my fist and let it fly towards his mouth. It connects with his jaw, forcing his head back with the impact. Diego laughs as he brings his head upright, blood dripping from his split lip. He spits red on the floor, and I growl at him.
”Tell me, Jax, are you pissed because I almost fucked her? Or because you”re so desperate to be the first to sink your cock into that tight pussy?” His eyebrow raises at me as the smirk reappears on his mouth, blood dripping down his chin.
I go to lunge for him again, but a hand on my shoulder stops me. I look to my right to find Bane glowering over my shoulder at Diego. He shakes his head at me and I shrug his hand off, stalking away from Diego before I do something more than punch him.
”Diego! Not helping.” Bane keeps his gaze on Diego as he speaks. ”Go put some clothes on.” He jerks his head in the direction of the hallway.
My anger is still simmering just below the surface, but as Diego pushes away from the counter and leaves the kitchen, I feel it settling. Bane brushes past me and picks up the carton of juice that”s spilled on the floor, throwing it in the trash. Grabbing a cloth, he wipes up the spilled liquid.
”I don”t know why he can”t just do as he”s told.” I huff out. ”I told him not to touch Demetria, and then I come home and find him naked in her room.”
I don”t even mention the compromising position I found her in, or the fact she was trying to entice me by masturbating. The thought of what I saw is enough to make my cock twitch again. Bane stands up straight, dropping the soaking wet cloth in the sink, and looks over at me, his eyebrow raised.
”You know why, Jax.”
The ever-stoic Bane has said more words to us sinceDemetria arrived than he has in the last few years. It”s usually just grunts or looks that we have to interpret. I’m guessing he knows more about what”s happening than he”s letting on.
”Go sort yourself out.” Bane looks from me to the bulge in my pants, and I clench my fists again.
I know exactly where I”d like to be right now, and how I”d like to be sorting out my issue, but I won”t cross that line. Spinning on my heel, I walk away, heading for my office. Bane lets out a soft chuckle when he realizes I”m not heading to my bedroom.
Flicking on the light as I walk through the door of my home office, I shut it behind me. Heading straight to my liquor cabinet, I grasp the whiskey decanter and pour myself a healthy serving into one of the crystal glasses.
Taking a sip, I walk to my desk and drop down into the large leather seat behind it. There is so much to do. I still need to put an order in this month for the club, get someone out to fix the bedroom door that Bane broke, and kill some goddamn filthy mutts. All whilst trying not to kill Diego for laying his hands on Demetria and dealing with my constantly aroused state around the little human.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I hit one of the few names on my speed dial. It only rings three times before it”s answered.
”Hello...?” I can hear grunts and moans through the line, and I roll my eyes.
”Achilles, it”s Jax. We need to talk.” There”s a high-pitched giggle close to the mouthpiece. Wouldn”t surprise me if he”s balls deep in his flavor of the week.
”What can I do for you, mate?” The moans on the other end of the line get louder, and I hear flesh slapping together.
”I need you to come and retrieve a body from the club.” It”s business as usual. Achilles” antics are no issue of mine.
”What are we going with this time? Animal attack or heart attack? Do the bloodsuckers in your club not read the signs you put up?”
”It wasn”t one of my kind this time. Some wolves are in my territory.” There”s a squeal and a thump over the phone and a few mumbled words I don”t quite catch. ”Achilles, you still there?”
”I”ll be right over.” He hangs up before I can get another word out.
I make my way to the large bookcase on the left wall. Pulling out the right book, the shelves begin to shift, revealing a coded door. Punching in the correct digits, the locks disengage and the door clicks open. I slip inside the opening and pull it closed behind me.
Making my way down the secret staircase, I bypass the door that leads to my office in the club and descend to the basement instead. When I get to the bottom, I punch in another code and exit into the darkened hallway. Taking the second door on the right, I enter the refrigerated room. Achilles is already inside.
He looks a little ruffled, his pure white hair not in its usually perfect style. There are red lipstick marks all over his neck and shirt collar, and I can”t help but smile. At least someone is getting some.
You could be too if you just gave in to your desires.Even my inner monologue is an asshole.
”Sorry to pull you away from happy hour,” I remark.
”It”s nothing. Now tell me more, what do you mean wolves?”
I gesture towards the body of Demetria”s friend laid out on the metal table in the center of the room. She”s still covered in my suit jacket from the other night. Achilles steps closer to the table, inspecting the parts of her he can see without touching.
”A pack of wolves attacked her outside the club. I smell at least seven separate scents. They raped her, then ripped out her throat. I”m assuming she died instantly.”
With a flick of his hands, black smoke floats from Achilles” fingers, making its way under the jacket. The fabric slowly lifts and edges to the bottom of the table, revealing her entire body. A gasp escapes him.
”Poor girl. Those savage, disgusting beasts!” He snaps. His hand reaches for Ginny”s cheek but stops an inch away. ”They are meant to cherish women, not rip them apart.”
I look at her body, she”s covered from head to toe in blood and bodily fluids. I can smell the lingering scent of the wolves even now, and it leaves my fangs throbbing and my fists clenching. The need to rip them apart rushes to the surface. I”m glad I decided not to let Demetria see her friend, it would have broken her heart all over again.
”Is there anything you can do about the semen? Even if you use your magic on the morgue attendants, someone is going to notice it.”
”Of course.” Drifting his hands over Ginny”s body, the same black smoke that moved my jacket settles over her. With a snap of his fingers, it”s gone again and so are the other stains, leaving only the blood behind.
”Thank you.” I reach my hand out and Achilles grasps it and gives it a firm shake. But he doesn”t let go straight away.
”Is there more to this tale, friend?” He lifts a perfectly shaped, white eyebrow, his silvery eyes boring into mine.
”There is always more, Achilles. You should know that by now. But another time. I”ll transfer payment shortly.”
Achilles nods and lets go of my hand, moving closer to Ginny”s body once more. With one hand just above her shoulder, but not quite touching her, they are both engulfed in purple and black smoke. Once it clears, they are both gone. The only trace that Ginny was ever here is the dried blood on the metal table, and my blood-soaked jacket.
Lifting my jacket from the table, I inspect the ruined fabric. I leave the refrigerated room and head to the end of the hallway towards the furnace, throwing the jacket inside. I don”t want it anywhere near Demetria, especially when there is no way I”m going to be able to get rid of the blood that has seeped into the fibers.
I head out of the basement and up the stairs, pausing at the entrance that leads to the office in the club. Part of me wants to check on Demetria, but I deny myself as I step through the door. I sit down at my desk, gripping the hard wood as I try to push away the need to go to her. The desk strains under the pressure, and I can hear the wood starting to crack.
Slamming my hands on the surface, I lift the lid of my laptop and open the files Harley has filled in for ordering stock for the club. Settling into a familiar routine, it takes my mind off the woman upstairs in my apartment. Once I have all the orders complete, I rest back in my chair and pass a hand through my wavy hair.
My thoughts are straight back to her again, her long black hair that I want to run my fingers through and those enchanting eyes that watch our every movement. I can see the way she’s pulled towards all of us. She can’t even stop how her body is reacting to us. I understand her pull to me, and I can only assume the others” blood in her system is increasing her lust for them.
Settling my fingers on the keyboard once more, I make a few more orders. For one, I’m going to need a new dining table. I don’t particularly care about the blood that stains it, but I don’t want it to be a reminder for Demetria every time she sees it of what happened to her. I click on the six seater glass-top table and head for the checkout.
At least that’s one less thing to worry about. Now all I have to think about is how to stop the others from getting too close to Demetria. We will protect her until the problem is gone, but after that, I need her to leave and be as far away from us as possible. We don’t need her in our lives, we’ve done fine without her so far.
You only don’t want her to break their hearts… your heart.