Rejected (Shadow Beast Shifters, #1)(23)

“Why the fuck is she in your room?” Sisily snarled, jabbing Torin in the chest. The pair of them were across the room as I frantically looked around. “You rejected her, and I want her dead. Right now.”

Torin’s room. He’d brought me to his room?

It was dimly lit, only a small sliver of light seeping through a partially open blind, but with my new shifter vision, I had no issue seeing Torin and Sisily—both clothed now, thankfully—having their little fight.

“She’s my prisoner,” Torin said in a controlled voice. “My father has advised me to think on what I want to do with her.”

“What is there to think about?” Sisily shouted even louder. “You said you love me. You want to make me your mate. Just kill her ugly ass and get it over with.”

Her focus was on Torin, but he was watching me, his eyes averted over her shoulder to meet mine. The self-centered bitch probably hadn’t even noticed that her “love” was barely paying attention to a word she said.

Narrowing my eyes, I tried to kill Torin with mere thought alone, and a small smirk tilted up his lips. I ignored the way that smile still affected me, forcing the memories of his rejection to the forefront of my mind. That was the only thing I needed to remember.

Sisily was still shouting abuse, each sentence less coherent and more tearful, but she was cut off completely when Torin wrapped his arms around her, jerking the shifter-bitch up against his body. His mouth was on hers in the same instant, and this felt a lot like punishment for my lack of reaction to him before.

I couldn’t look away from the absolute train wreck they were. A glutton for punishment and pain, dark agony filled me as I stared.

Sisily moaned loudly, and since Torin wasn’t doing anything except kissing her, I had to wonder if this was all a show for me. Even on her side.

Torin’s hands moved lower to her ass, hauling her up as she wrapped her legs around him. Pain exploded in my chest. He had her cradled against him in the sort of embrace that only a true mate should know. Show or not, this fucking hurt.

I didn’t know all the steps that went into a proper fissuring of the mate bond, but I knew that a public display of rejection like this was one of the early steps. I refused to part my lips and let the howl rising in my chest free, choosing instead to bite down hard on my tongue, using the sharp jab and blood to distract myself.

Torin was trying to break me. In the worst way he could think of, with a woman I fucking detested.

But I was an expert at hiding my grief, thanks to their many years of tempering me in the fire.

I could do this.

Sisily was half-naked at this point, panting and moaning all over him like a bitch in heat, and despite the fact that I could barely breathe through the splintering of my soul, I wasn’t going to sit here like the victim.

No, thank you.

“Come on, Sis,” I bit out, grateful my voice sounded calm with just a hint of bitterness. “That porn you’ve been watching is so outdated. No one says, ‘Please, please take me, baby’ anymore. You’ve got to work on your dirty talk.”

Torin’s growl was loud and echoing, so I turned my fake-bored expression on him. “I have to say, after the years of rumors, I expected a little… more.” My eyes dropped to the front of his pants, and despite the thin material of the basketball shorts he’d thrown on, there wasn’t a remote sign of arousal there. If I hadn’t already seen his somewhat impressive package, I might have thought he’d been an asshole all of these years to overcompensate for his tiny dick. But nope, he was just thoroughly unexcited to have Sisily grinding against him. Poor, dumb, desperate bitch.

“You should hold out for a man who doesn’t think of you like a sister,” I helpfully suggested.

Sisily screamed and lunged toward me, but Torin stopped her before she got close.

“She’s jealous.” He laughed, sounding smug as fuck. “And now she gets to watch me bend your perfect ass over my bed and slam my way-above-average cock in your tight little pussy.”

I snorted. “Tight… uh, sure. I mean, Don and Shortie double-teamed her”—I winced—“in the same hole. But, you know, I’m sure those rumors about her peeing a little when she laughs are greatly exaggerated.” I shot her a fake expression of sympathy. “Kegel exercises are gold, babe. You really should look into that.”

Sisily’s cheeks were red, her eyes flaming as she tried to control her fury with some deep breathing. Falling back on my smartass mouth was helping me compartmentalize the pain—it was only hurting my soul at that point, but fuck, who needed a whole one of those anyway?

A little darkness never killed anyone.

Torin had those damn eyes of his on me again, searching across my face, staring in a way he never had before. Like he was seeing me for the first time. I didn’t like it. It made my wolf squirm and a part of me pant like I was the bitch in heat now. No. Thank. You.

When my apathetic expression didn’t change, his eyes narrowed, and never taking his gaze from me, he spun Sisily around and yanked up her skirt. When his dick emerged a moment later, it was finally hard. Guess he figured out how to make it work again.

“You asked for this,” he murmured, and I wondered what Sisily would think if she knew he was fucking her without removing his eyes from mine.

I forced a smirk to tip up my lips. “I’ll give you some pointers. It looks like you need the help.”