Chapters (31)
- Author’s Note
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Epilogue
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“Bury my cock in your cunt. That’d work,” he clipped, and I didn’t like that, what he said or how he said it.
Therefore, I told him, “That part of what we have is not about you being angry and spewing asshole remarks.”
“Okay then, Lilah, how ’bout you give me a minute to wrap my head around that shit Gregor just shared without you up in my face about it,” he fired back instantly, his aim true and hurtful.
I took a step back. “You need a minute, you only have to ask.”
He stared at me before he inquired, “You got any siblings?”
“You know I don’t,” I answered.
“I didn’t either, until five minutes ago.”
“That isn’t true. You’ve had generations of them. I know it hasn’t occurred to you because you’re too busy being pissed, but do you think your brother, in looking out for you, maybe didn’t have even that?”
His jaw got hard.
He didn’t think of that.
“You can be pissed at him,” I stated. “You have a right because you’re correct. He left you hanging. He left you alone. He left you to come to the conclusion that you were a monster. And even if he doesn’t know much about who he is, at least you could have had each other. But as for me, he saved my man’s life. So I’m not going to be pissed at him. When they find him and bring him to us, I’m going to give him a big hug and thank him and maybe make him cookies. And you’re gonna have to put up with that and not go wolf on me, or, honestly, burying your cock in my cunt will only be a memory for you for at least a decade.”
His eyebrows shot up, and when they did, they did it scarily. “You’d deny me?”
I ignored his scary eyebrows.
“Fuck yes, if you don’t let me hug anyone who saves your life. And make them cookies. Though, just saying, I kinda hope your brother is the only one who gets that distinction. But with the way things are rolling for us, I might be handing hugs and cookies around to entire armies.”
“This is not the time to be a smartass, Lilah,” he growled.
“You’re right. So, for future reference, you need time in your head and away from me, ask for it. You don’t want to talk things out, tell me. You need to be a dick, just saying, there is never a time when that’s okay to do with me.”