Escaping Death

Chapter 21

FU In My Head - Cloudy June

I got dirty wishes on my mind

But you will never ever know that I

I like to fuck you in my head

You make me scream when there's nobody,

Just the thought of your body

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Solana

I thought I'd feel better. Kicking his ass has been all I've wanted to do these last few years so then why don't I feel any less angry, any less hurt? Maybe it's because he let me hit him, he wasn't even trying at the beginning. He just stood there taking it. I hope it's because he knows he deserves it. And then Dean got in the way. My feud isn't with Dean, I didn't want him in the middle of something that is long overdue between Hunter and me.

Hunter stood there with a thin coat of sweat glistening on his body along with bruises and cuts that I put there. It gutted me. I saw once more the man to whom I gave my heart, body, and soul. It was like he had never left, for one brief fleeting millisecond he was mine and I was his again. But reality always has a way of slamming hard and fast right into your face, bowling you over when you've given into the last strand of hope. I couldn't stand looking at him standing there displaying my name on his heart. I can't believe he didn't cover that up. Why didn't he cover that up? Not that I covered mine, per se, but I added the claw marks a few months after he left.

I did enjoy raking my claws through my name. It felt like I was taking back control of who my heart belongs to. He has no right to wear my name, he ripped that honor to shreds so I mangled my name to befit what he did.

No one says anything as I walk back through the yard towards the house, tip-toeing around the knives that are embedded in the porch, not even Ace. I feel like I'm slowly losing my control — of my choices, of my body, of my heart. I've trained too hard and sacrificed too much to spiral back into the ignorant little girl from the grove.

I don't have control over who my fated mate is, I don't have control over the past or how my heart and body respond to the guys — and at present I don't have control over my freedom. So if I'm going to survive here with any shred of integrity I need to take control where I can, when I can.

I'm acutely aware of Ace following behind me. His steps are silent but his calling is strong and his scent is potent. I can feel him more and more as the days go by.

"Sorry about the damage. I'll fix the deck myself." I've gotten to know a thing or two about home repairs through my work on Shadowmoon. Everyone needs a hobby. Restoring Shadowmoon is mine — when I'm not hunting, that is.

Ace remains silent, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have something to say. Ace is calculating, he speaks with precision and authority. And right now I wish he'd fucking tell me what it is he wants from me.

He positions himself in front of me and trails his eyes and fingertips across my skin, snarling when he finds a bruise or a cut. Goosebumps break out along my skin in the wake of his touch and my nipples pebble and harden instinctively with arousal. His touch is soft, warm, and electric. It's addicting.

His knuckles brush the side of my breast as he descends down my side towards my hip where he releases a heavy groan at the sight of an angry purple and yellow bruise.

"Come." He speaks at last.

Hell, any longer under his touch and I very well may.

He leads me by the hand down the hall towards the bathroom where he promptly starts the shower for me as I stand there waiting to figure out what he expects to happen.