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Tell Him

Chapter 8 – Tell Him

Claire

"Claire, stop fighting like a girl! What the hell is wrong with you?" Shane called from behind the counter.

I turned to him and stuck my tongue out childishly.

"Very intimidating," he remarked dryly.

It had taken a few years, but Shane and I had finally come to a mutual understanding. I hated that I had hurt him so deeply when we traveled to Conwy many years ago in search of Gwion. I had thought Shane and I were happy together, but one kiss from Myrnin changed everything. Although if I were being honest, I couldn't blame it all on the kiss. My feelings for Myrnin had been brewing much longer than I ever realized. Myrnin's kiss only lit the fuse of the feelings that were burning beneath the surface.

Shane had been devastated and refused to speak to me for the first couple of years. In the third year, right about the same time he purchased the gym, he began to thaw out a little. His wife, Chloe, helped a lot. They had dated a few times in high school, but lost touch after graduation, until she applied for a job at the gym. It didn't take them long to rekindle their previous spark and six months later, they were married. That was seven years ago.

"Shane, stop picking on the customers," Chloe chastised him playfully, throwing me a wink. Shane grabbed her around the waist, causing her to squeal in surprise. She wriggled in his arms and exclaimed, "Put me down!"

Completely disregarding her orders, he held tighter and nuzzled into her neck, whispering softly into her ear. I purposefully chose to focus my attention elsewhere so that I wouldn't invade on their private moment. Chloe's voice lowered as she giggled and stopped fighting him. The scent of her arousal followed.

I smiled. That was my cue to go.

I had already finished sparring with my current partner, so looked around the gym for Michael. I found him talking to his friend, Pashkov, a very intimidating-looking and fierce Russian vampire. He wasn't much taller than me, but he had thick arms and a strong stocky build. His eyes were almost black and he kept his hair razor short.

I didn't like him very much. He always seemed to encourage Michael to drink and party more. It had been his idea five years ago for Michael to throw a party before the anniversary date of Eve's kidnapping. And every year since, he pushed to escalate the event wilder and more out of control. I cringed when I remembered the year I arrived to the Glass House, only to stumble upon Pashkov completely naked and thrusting into some blonde chick he had bent over the back of the couch.

I had been momentarily frozen with shock and indecision. My first reaction was to get the hell out, but I knew Michael needed me. I stood in the living room for a second, warring against my desperate desire to get out of there, and my need to take care of him.

Pashkov gripped the woman's hip tightly with one hand and spanked her hard with his other, as he slammed in and out of her relentlessly.

She screamed.

I hoped it was out of pleasure, but I wasn't entirely sure.

"That's it, bitch, squeeze my dick harder," he growled, his hand coming down on her ass again.

Her back arched and she screamed again, "I'm going to come!"

I guess, pleasure it was.

He looked up at me without missing a stroke. His grin was cocky as he offered suggestively, "There's always room for one more if you would like to join us."

I almost hurled my lunch right there at the thought. I finally got my stunned body in motion, and took off up the stairs toward Michael's room, having made up my mind to stay.