~Lyra~
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I screamed, my voice breaking so hard it stung my throat.
“Are you completely out of your rabid mind? You’ve been chasing me like some deranged horror-movie villain, you’ve got blood dripping down your dick like some kind of maniac, and now you’re saying this insane crap like you need a padded cell and a priest and maybe an entire damn exorcism because this is not normal, Darren! This is not normal human behavior!”
He crouched so fast, his face right in mine, mouth curling like he was tasting my fear and loving it.
“You think I give a single fuck about normal?” he growled, his voice low and rough enough to scrape my bones from the inside out.
“No. I am telling you right now, kitten, there’s been an urge in me since the first second I touched you, since the moment you opened that smart little mouth at me, and tonight..I am not holding it back anymore. I do not care if I die in the next five minutes. I would die in your pussy if that’s how I go. Do you hear me? I would die buried inside you.”
I blinked so hard dirt got in my eyes. “What the actual fuck, Darren? Do you hear yourself? That’s psychotic! That’s literally what serial killers say before the camera crew finds the body!” My voice cracked higher and higher until 1 was practically shrieking, “You need therapy! You need medication! You need Iesus! ”
But he wasn’t even hearing me. He slammed his hand into the dirt right next to my head so hard the ground shook
“I will slam into you until you cry,” he said through his teeth, his jaw tight enough to crack “Do you hear me? Until you scream so loud the whole pack hears you and nobody will be able to pretend they didn’t know exactly who you belong to.”
“Oh my God,” I breathed, shoving at his chest with shaking hands. “You are insane. You are actually insane. You think I’m going to just lie here while you talk like some villain in a mafia movie? I will claw your eyes out, Darren, I swear to God, and then I will feed them to Damon’s wolves myself because you’re talking about belonging like I’m some trophy you can just pin down..”
“Open your fucking legs, Lyra,” Darren snapped, leaning closer until my own panicked breath bounced back into my face off his skin. His voice dropped to a snarl. “Do not make me aggressive.”
“Do not make you aggressive?” I screamed, throwing my hands up because apparently this night was a comedy special now.
“You’ve been chasing me through the woods like the devil’s apprentice, you’re dripping blood, you look like you just escaped from Hell, and now you’re threatening me because I won’t open my legs? Oh my God, you’re rabid. You’re actually rabid. Somebody call animal control!”
“You think this is funny?” He leaned so close his lips almost brushed mine, and my heart skipped a beat. “You think I care about Damon? Let him come. Let him find us. I will still finish what I started right in front of him.”
My eyes nearly flew out of my head. “You are begging for death!” I yelled so loud it made the trees shake. “Because Damon will kill you, Darren. He will kill you so slow they’ll make a N*****x documentary about it! Do you understand that?”
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