Obsession: A Rejected Mate Shifter Romance (The Mate Games #1)(48)

“Will do, doll.”

I offered him a pointed stare. “Don’t eat them.”

He gave me a suspicious look. “Why? Whatcha do to them? Poison ‘em or something?”

“Missed opportunity. If I was trying to get back at him for something, don’t think for one second I’d hesitate to have Moira hex them with a hair loss spell.”

He ran a hand over his smooth head. “Guess I’m safe then. Might be worth the risk.”

“At least wait until Kingston gets one. He should have the first bite. After all, they’re cherry. His favorite.”

“What’d he do to get you to give him your cherry?” he asked with a wink.

“He hasn’t gotten it yet.”

Derek let out a low whistle. “Damn, girl. It’s not too late to change your mind and come inside. I could help you out with that. I like my girls feisty.”

“Pass. Thanks.” I handed him the cupcakes and turned on my heels, needing to get to Kingston so I could apologize before his roommate ate all the treats I’d made.

“Well, you know where to find me,” he called after me.

I held up my hand in a noncommittal wave, beelining for the clearing. I wanted this over with. Apologizing to Kingston would be about as pleasant as swallowing a box of knives. Come to think of it, the knives might hurt less.

As I reached the path that would lead me to the clearing we’d used for our training the night before, I caught his scent, the air punctuated by Kingston’s heavy grunts.

Bingo.

“Take it, Sunshine. Take it and love it.” His voice was tight, and it was then I realized the grunts weren’t him working out. Not at all. Arousal coursed through me at the thought of him taking care of his needs out here, thinking of me.

How should I handle this? Should I leave him alone until he . . . finished? Do I offer a helping hand? My cheeks burned at the thought. I knew what he was packing. I might need both hands.

But as I stepped into the clearing, a cold pit formed in my stomach. He was working out his tension, all right. Balls deep inside some shifter girl he’d bent over a fallen log, his fingers tangled in her hair, other hand gripping her waist.

A soft gasp escaped my lips, and Kingston’s eyes snapped to mine. Before I could even decide what to think or feel about the sight of him pounding into her, his face twisted in panic and pleasure, and he came with a loud growl.

“Sunday—”

The girl under him sighed. “My name is Heather.”

I felt sick. This asshole wasn’t different. He was still just as much of a dick as ever. “Fuck you, Kingston.”

He pulled out of Hester, taking a step as if he was going to come after me. His shaft thick and glistening and . . . pierced.

Jesus, how many of those things were in there? Wait, no. Focus, Sunday. This is not the time.

“Wait, Sunday. This isn’t what—okay, it is, but—”

I forced my gaze back to his face, fury replacing all other emotion. “And to think, I was here to apologize. You sonofabitch. You just couldn’t wait to stick your dick in someone, anyone. It didn’t matter if it was me or Hailey.”

“Heather,” the girl said again.

“Shut up,” I growled. “Get out of here, Heidi.”

Harley stood, righting her skirt and slinking off without another word. Smarter than I gave her credit for. Kingston strode toward me, cock swinging, still hard, still huge. The thing was a weapon of mass destruction, jutting from his hips. He needed to put it away before he hurt someone.

“You’re the one who rejected me. What the fuck right do you have getting pissed at me? You can’t have it both ways, Sunday. Either I’m yours, or I’m not. Make up your damn mind.”

“Weren’t you the one trying to complete our bond yesterday? How do you go from that to railing some random chick less than twenty-four hours later?”

“You. Left. Me.” He came closer with every shouted word. “How I choose to drown my sorrows isn’t your concern. If I want to bend Hannah over a tree and think about you while I fuck her, I will.”

“Heather!” I automatically corrected, my stomach twisting at his words. But I was too angry to focus on any other emotion. He was the one in the wrong here, not me. “Don’t even try to make this my fault. It was your dick inside her—”

“It could have been inside you, but you didn’t want it. Remember?”

My wolf rallied inside me, just as angry as I was that her mate betrayed her. Fingers turning to claws, I forced myself to control the need to lash out. “You know what? I hope you choke on your cupcakes.”

He blinked, confusion coloring his expression. “What?”

But I was already gone, running before he could see the tears threatening to fall from my eyes. I hated this. Hated that he made me feel this way. I just wanted to go back to regular old hating him, but I couldn’t. That’s why it hurt so much. He made me care. He told me he’d take care of me. Protect me. And then he turned around and rejected me right back.

So which one of us was the villain now?





Chapter

Twenty-Six





THORNE





My skin crawled with unease. Everything felt off, like a song just slightly out of tune, my world disrupted by the lack of . . . something. No. Not something.