Chapter 112 - One Hundred and Twelve
Chapter One Hundred and Twelve
Malachi’s POV
I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
The kiss. Her mouth under mine. The way she’d gasped when my hand slipped beneath her waistband. The heat of her skin. How she’d pulled me closer even though she knew it was wrong.
I’d been hard since it happened. Hours later and I still couldn’t get the image out of my head. Alicia pressed against that wall. Her eyes dark with want. Her body responding to my touch.
I wanted more. Wanted to finish what we’d started. Wanted to drag her somewhere private and make her come undone. Wanted to hear her say my name. Wanted to taste every inch of her.
This obsession was going to destroy me. But I didn’t care. She was in my blood now. Under my skin. I couldn’t think about anything else.
Evening came quickly. The other hunting parties returned one by one. Each with their kills. The courtyard filled with voices and the smell of blood and earth.
My mother looked exhausted. Dark circles under her eyes. Mud on her clothes. She set down her rifle with obvious relief.
Sasha and Isabella weren’t much better. Both looked like they’d been through hell. Isabella’s hair had come loose from its braid. Sasha had a scratch across her cheek.
Mario surveyed the kills laid out in the courtyard. His eyes landed on our buck. The largest of them all.
"Who killed the boar?" he asked.