Primal Pursuit - Page 178

I pull him to me and kiss him. It’s a long kiss, slow and deep and one that has its own sort of redemption. He tastes of heat and darkness, and he tastes like home. My heart is beating wildly in my chest, and he lets me kiss him. When he kisses me back, there’s regret and a savage need that’s also curling up from my toes inside me.

It starts with heat, then it burns, turns into flames.

My pussy aches with need, but I end the kiss and take his hand. I know this house. I hate this house. And if this ends up as mine, I’m torching it to the ground…with my dead uncle and aunt inside.

I lead him up the stairs. My big, bad wolf, Davian, the most wicked, deviant hunter, doesn’t speak until I take him into my old bedroom.

I hate this room.

I want to destroy all the bad memories of it.

The pink bed is still made up, and the room’s dusty,like it’s been left alone like—actually, I don’t want to know.

If Frank came in here to spank his dick or if they just couldn’t be bothered reusing the room since it’s a pretty big place, I really don’t want to know.

The room’s perfect to burn down my old life. To kill it.

I turn to Davian and hold out my hand.

“Give me your knife.”

Chapter

Thirty-Five

DAVIAN

I give Rabbit my switchblade,even popping the blade for her.

There’s a daze over me, like everything that just happened is a dream. I know it fucking isn’t. Rabbit shot the fuck out of her uncle.

One shot, but it was one fucking hell of a shot.

If I hadn’t been in love with her, that would have done it. That and her turning into some kind of feral Rabbit.

I’m hard. I’m so fucking hard. So turned on.

“Strip, Davian.”

I give her a look. “Kinky.”

“Do it.” She looks at me. Her big, blue eyes are glowing. There’s still pain there, but it’s other stuff I’m interested in. The shit that says she’s mad, she’s full of lust and that other thing—love. She’s not going to kill me; at least I don’t think so. But the tiny nugget of uncertainty, even after all the fucking confessions downstairs, gets me going, sends thrills racing hot through my blood.

I kick off my shoes and strip down. Her eyes drop tomy cock and she fucking licks her lips. Rabbit licks her lips like she’s looking at a meal.

“Just fucking shoot me first if you’re going to cut my junk off and eat it.”

She laughs, slightly hysterically, as she trails the knife over me, just like I’ve done to her. She pierces my skin of my abdomen, a little deeper than I think she means to because she gasps and jumps as the blood oozes. The sweet, sharp sting sings in me.

“I’ll eat your cock, but not in a bad way. I’ve got a lot of plans for it, and it needs to be attached to you.”

I stand in this repulsive room. I know what it is. How can I not? It’s a little girl’s room, too young for a fifteen-year-old, the age she was when she ran.

I think I know why we’re in here.

She wants to mark it, reclaim it.

She hands me the knife because Rabbit’s still prey. Hunter instincts, but still prey, still with a sweet center in her murderous heart.