Page 86 of Come for Me
I completely forget about why I ran into the crowd, with “Hypnotize” by Biggie Smalls blasting. I’m losing myself in the music, swaying my hips side to side, until hands are gripping mywaist, and a guy’s pelvis grinds into my backside. The smell of cheap beer and cigarettes assaults my nose.
I try to move away from the stranger, but he pulls me back to his chest. Turning toward him, I growl, pushing him away.
I thought he would recognize me or my mark as the king’s and leave me alone, but he steps closer to me, grabbing a fistful of my hair. When I pound my fist into his chest, my blows are as dull as my senses are. I yell at him to let go of me, fighting to create distance, but he doesn’t relent.
A familiar scent hits my nostrils, and a grin spreads across my face.
Oh, this guy’s dead.
Misinterpreting my grin as cooperation, he tries to force my lips to his.
Following the ground-shaking growl of my mate, Sam pulls me from the guy’s grasp and his soon-to-be new kill.
With his back to me, Dax’s shoulders heave as he stares at the guy who laid his hands on me.
The guy is stupid enough to challenge him by stepping to him like he stepped toward me.
Dax punches him in the face, sending him flying, sliding across the floor into the crowd of people. He lifts him by his collar. “Since these don’t work anyway...” Dax rips the man’s ears clean off, pulling the stringy canal with him.
The man grips the bleeding holes, balled up in a fetal position.
Dax cackles.
I can only imagine what a demented sight it must be and how much more terrifying that scene is without sound. Holding this man’s bloody lobe, Dax laughs at his victim’s vulnerability.
Like an evil serial killer.
He drops the guy and decapitates him with his claw. Dax marches toward the guards who lost me and breaks their necks, allowing Sam to be free of recourse.
“The first kill, I’ll agree with, but that”—I point to the guards—“well, that just wasn’t necessary,” I slur, sounding more bored than upset.
“They outlived their use to me when they failed to protect you.”
His eyes glow bright gold.
Goddess, he’s so fucking hot.
“It’s my fault I ran.” I point back to myself to remind him. “I’m fucking fast.”
He chuckles at my fake modesty. “Then, it’s your fault my men are dead.” As he leans in, the sting of spices tickles my nose as wafts of hardened leather wrap around me, his danger threatening my resolve. His scent is stronger than ever. Narrowing his eyes, he whispers, “Guess you’ll have to live with that. As their queen, you’ll get used to it.”
I thrash and groan. Dax laughs at my attempt to get out of Sam’s grasp. He tilts his head up to Sam, and Sam lets me go. When I stumble, Dax puts an arm out to catch me until I can regain my footing.
“Let’s go home. Now.”
I huff.
I’m not in the mood for him to tell me what to do. So, I raise an eyebrow. “Make me.”
He flashes a grin, the kind that, if I didn’t know he wouldn’t hurt me, would’ve had me on my knees apologizing. His smile puts the devil to shame.
He throws me over his shoulder, causing everyone to look my way, andI. Am. Mortified.The embarrassment enrages me further, and before I can curse at him, he smacks my ass.
“Watch that pretty little mouth of yours.”
Damn him and his abilities.But I drunkenly smile, knowing I got to cuss at him in his vision.
Chapter Twenty-Three
