Chapter 8: Say You Want Me, Kitty!
The cold water thundered down Lucien’s back, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning beneath his skin.
His palms were flat against the tile wall, shoulders hunched and his jaw clenched tight enough to crack a tooth. The scent still clung to him... that bloody, wild, desperate but sweet scent. It had crawled under his skin, soaked into every breath, every inch of him.
"Just one taste," he muttered, the words scraping out of his throat like gravel. "One. Fucking. Taste."
"Fuck," he growled, eyes shut, the image of Rin’s flushed face seared into his memory. That helpless glazed... overlook. Those lips parted with need and that body trembling and begging without a single word.
Lucien dropped his forehead to the wall.
He should have left when he saw those bastards.
He should have let the bastards take Rin and dealt with the consequences later. Maybe he wouldn’t be feeling like this for the first time in his life.
But the second he saw their filthy hands on Rin and those huge red eyes of his flickering with fear, something in him snapped. He wasn’t sure if it was possessive instinct, or rage, or both. Whatever it was, it had led him here... he remained hard as a rock and had no way to get relief.
He turned the water colder. His fingers curled into fists.
"I didn’t even fuck him," he muttered to himself, breathing heavily. "Why the hell do I feel like I did?"
The ache wouldn’t go away.
.