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Creed winked, his claws ripping at the front of the dress I was wearing. "I know you love me, Pet. But you can have this moment if you’d like. You can tell me when you’re ready. It won’t change anything for me.” He tore more of my dress, so it slid completely off me, and indeed, he didn’t ask me to say it again. But he fucked me so hard against the wall, I was pretty sure I was screaming it by the end anyway.
CHAPTER 17
BLAKE
News was spreading about more deaths in the city as a result of starvation.
Sharp pain twinged across my insides. Nothing we did improved the situation, the copious amounts of sex we’d been having provided nothing but a sliver of food to the population.
Creed had declared a visit to Pariah, a sex club located in the very epicenter of Wyld, as another effort to make food for Wyld. Energy has always been collected there, I’d been told. Evidently, having sex there could help amplify the feeding energy for the city.
And I was up for trying anything…and a little bit excited about it.
As if on cue, Creed strolled into my room, rubbing a hand over his jawline, looking like he carried the world on his shoulders. He had that brooding vibe about him, and something about seeing him that way left me burning up. I kept thinking back to him telling me he loved me, and my heart skipped a beat, loving him so much that I almost lost my breath.
His gaze lifted, finally looking at me, and he grinned. “That dress is gorgeous on you. But I hope you’re wearing something more appropriate underneath?” The corner of his mouth curled upward in a sinfully sexy way.
I laughed, nodding. “It’ll be a surprise.”
With Creed still eyeing my dress, or perhaps it was the low neckline, I said, “I gave the seamstress a sketch of what I wanted to wear and she made it almost identical to my design. She also made me this dress.” I ran my hand over the emerald green sundress. The fabrics in Wyld always surprised me because so many were woven from spider webs, making them close to impossible to tear, but also soft as satin.
He crossed the room in two long strides, his fingers sliding along my jawline and to my chin, where he tilted my head back to meet his stare. My knees melted as I softened against him, his touch sending a flare of desire through me. “If I didn’t have to go on an errand, I’d take my time exploring exactly what you’ve got hiding underneath, but it’ll have to wait for later.” I shivered as he growled hungrily.
“Wait, so we’re not going to Pariah, then?” I reared back a little.
“I’m sorry, Pet, but there’s been a slight change in plans,” he murmured, frustration flickering in his eyes. “I have a few crucial things I need to get done first, so I’m going to meet you there, okay?”
“Sure, I’ll go with Steele, Seven, or Ash,” I explained, glancing around for my shoes, well aware I’d still get to spend the night with him.
“They’re with me, so Tempest is going to take good care of you until we arrive.”
I stiffened.
Maybe I’d just had enough drama to last me a lifetime, or I wanted a night off, which meant not dealing with a sarcastic, grumpy monster. I glanced up, about to protest to Creed that I could just as easily wait until they were ready and head over there with them, but he was pushing my room door open wider. Tempest stood in the corridor. He had his back to the wall, hands deep in the pockets of his black pants, giving me a toothy grin in his human form.
Oh, great, this was going to be loads of fun then.
Creed cupped my face, kissing me to the point where my toes curled, and a slight burst of slick dampened me. With a final lick across my lips, my handsome monster broke our kiss and drew back. “I’ll be seeing you soon.”
He turned and marched out of the room too quickly for my liking. I wanted to keep kissing him.
Then it was just Tempest and me. He wasn’t moving from the corridor either, and while I contemplated shutting the door, it was also selfish of me to not head down to the club to help feed Wyld.
I moved around the bedroom, finally tracking down my flats because I wasn’t strolling through the city and swinging bridges with heels. Once I slipped them on, I headed out of my room.
Tempest was licking a cut on his bottom lip, then pushed himself off the wall.
Once we stepped into the elevator, I asked, “How’d you cut your lip?”
“Got into a fight,” he answered before commanding the elevator to take us to the ground floor. “This pisser monster got in my face about being hungry. I get everyone’s situation sucks, but I’m also not taking their aggression.”
I wasn’t sure I wanted to ask what a “pisser monster” was, and assumed it might be the one I’d seen recently, urinating on the street while kids playing under it like a sprinkler. I shivered at the memory.
“Guessing he ended up in a worse condition than you with a busted lip?” I murmured.
He shrugged. “It was either getting a few bruises, or the guards were ready to take him down permanently. It’s a death sentence to attack anyone from the royal circle.”
“I’m surprised you cared.” The moment the words left my mouth, I cringed at how spiteful I sounded. “That came out wrong. I mean—”