Yes, I’d certainly fucked this all up.

“Do you want to be me?” Lacey asked.

“Yes,” I growled, dropping to my knees and biting into her thigh. She cried out.

“What did you say you did to the real Viktor?” She asked and I laughed against her, pushing my fingers into her cunt and working my cum back in. My teeth stayed sunk into her thigh and I thought this time I might just take one little bite. She wouldn’t miss that, right? A tiny bite of her hot and wet in my mouth, coating my tongue and slipping down into my belly.

I growled, digging my teeth into her harder.

The door burst open. I turned around expecting Lorcan or Dullahan but instead, Remington stood there. Rage boiled up inside me that I’d never felt before. I felt incensed as a burning instinct to protect melted my bones down, leaving me nothing but a violent beast stripped of all civility. I was going to tear the limbs off Remington and fuck him with them until he begged me to kill him.

Remington lifted his gun with a mad smile, aiming toward Lacey. I lunged, transforming as I leapt into the air. I didn’t change into a bird or Lacey’s pet cat. I changed into seven hundred pounds of gold and black muscle, fur, and rage. A wild roar vibrated my throat, shaking the room with its ferociousness.

I was a Siberian tiger, lips peeled back from teeth the size of raptor talons, claws extending from paws larger than his face. The bullet he shot grazed my shoulder before my mouth sunk into his shoulder and ripped without forgiveness. We went to the floor with ease, his body light and weak compared to mine.

“Mother fucker!” He screamed, spittle flying from his mouth as his eyes bugged in pain. He kicked at my body as I ripped his arm clean off and spat it back out. I wouldn’t eat him. I didn’t want to be what he was. Remington was a perversion of life. He grabbed at the gun in his belt and lifted it to me, pressing it against my ribcage.

Spice burnt my nostrils before sugar wafted in to mask the heat. The scents filled the air and Remington jerked his head around to see Lorcan stomp into the room. His horns were long and twisted, his tail swiping across the floor as it lazily swished back and forth.

Tattoos trailed across his cheeks and when he smiled, I shuddered and leapt back, feeling the tug of his power. I backed away and then melted back into Viktor, turning to Lacey and grabbing her face in my hands. Blood dripped from my mouth onto her belly.

“Are you okay?” I asked her. Her eyes went to my shoulder wound.

“Are you? Those bullets…”

“Yes, well the bullet won’t kill me with a wound like that,” I sighed. I turned back around to look at the incubus. I couldn’t stop myself. Lorcan was a black hole sucking us all in. Remington was writhing at Lorcan’s feet, gripping the bleeding hole where his arm used to be as he gaped in awe at him.