“No. No one else.” He lowers his hands to squeeze my ass, just as I did to his.
“Well, hot fucking damn,” Mason breathes from the end of the hallway. I jump at the intrusion, but Vin merely holds me tighter, glaring at his best friend. Even from this distance, I can see the outline of Mason’s cock in his loose shorts. “I have to agree with Vin, here. The thought of you jerking him off makes me hard as hell. But the thought of you sucking Cheryl’s tits makes me want to murder the bitch. And that’s coming from a man who watched lesbian porn.” He shakes his head once as if attempting to clear his muddled thoughts. “But, Pinkie, you should get down there before the guys blow a gasket. Thanks to Cal, we know exactly what you’ve been up to, and I’m pretty sure Barret is explaining what a boner is to a very confused Hux.”
Heat swarms low in my stomach at the thought of all of them waiting downstairs for me, knowing that I just made Vin come. There’s something empowering about that sensation, something I can’t put into words.
“Let’s win this game,” I tell them firmly, shoving Vin away from me. “And then I’ll take a bath in Cheryl’s tears.”
CHAPTER 14
VIOLET
I glare at the disgusting green slime Frankie coated me in. According to him, it’s designed to dampen my scent against strong shifters and werewolves. It also makes me impossible for witches to track.
“I feel like ET’s love baby,” I murmur to Barret, who is crouching beside me. The green sludge sticks to my fingers like some sort of fucked up super glue.
“You’re still cute though,” Barret assures me, and I can’t help but flash him a happy smile. Ladies and gentlemen, get yourself a boogeyman in your life. Even when you’re covered in green slime, he’ll make you feel beautiful and treasured.
“Thanks, Boo Bear,” I say, leaning forward to peck him on the cheek. Immediately, crimson rushes to his face, and he ducks his head with a chagrined, almost bashful, smile. Turning away from him, I focus on the cemetery in the distance, the dark slabs of cement shrouded in a light, gray mist.
The rest of my guys surround a very lifeless looking Violet. I dressed her in my Academy-issued red shirt and shorts and tied a fake flag around her left wrist. From this distance, I can’t see her dazed eyes or the numerous scars marring her porcelain skin. Hopefully, that means Cheryl won’t be able to see them either.
“Let’s finish this,” I whisper darkly as the group steps over the unofficial line marking the end of our barrier. On cue, Cheryl, Alex, and a dozen other monsters crowd around us, hideous sneers distorting their features.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Cheryl’s shrill voice carries in the wind, reaching me where I huddle behind an overgrown bush. “The little slut and her merry gang of fuck-ups.”
“I’ll show you ‘little slut,’” I mutter beneath my breath, bracing myself for a fight. Barret places a calming hand on my shoulder and gives it a reassuring squeeze.
Taking a deep, fortifying breath—rebuilding my previously shattered defenses—I focus once more on Cheryl with a clinical detachment. I can’t think about her as the bitch who banged my men or the girl who kissed Vin. I can’t think about her as anything other than my enemy. With a clear head, I allow my gaze to wander over her, stopping briefly on the flag tied around her ankle. It almost appears to be a sock—which was no doubt her intention.
“Give us the flag, Vinny Poo,” Cheryl cajoles, sauntering a step closer. My men close around Fake Violet, obscuring her from view.
“Choke on dick,” Vin responds tersely, and he better not mean his dick, or else I’m going to stab a ho.
She pauses abruptly a few feet away, eyes narrowing into thin, unforgiving slits. “Why are you protecting her?” she hisses.
Before Vin can respond—and hopefully, declare his undying devotion for me—Alex removes himself from the throng of students, head canted to the side. He closes his eyes briefly before reopening them and focusing on my hiding place.
“It’s a diversion,” he snaps, grabbing Cheryl’s arm to pull her backwards. “That’s not Violet.”
Before their group can make it more than four steps, the ground rumbles and then the graveyard explodes with a bang. Monsters sail through the air in every direction at the intensity of the detonation.
“Hell, yes!” I jump to my feet and fist-pump the air. Frankie offers me a cheeky wink from where he still stands with the others, and a burst of laughter escapes me unbidden.
I spot Cheryl up ahead, groaning, and I skip forward feeling significantly lighter than ever before.
“Violet, let me do it, dammit!” Vin protests when I stop above the simpering redhead.
“It’s the twenty-first century, baby.” I wink at the glowering hunter before bending down and untying the flag from her ankle. “The ladies are leading.”
Before I can celebrate my win, a leg kicks out and knocks me onto my ass. I blink rapidly, attempting to orient myself, as Cheryl throws a punch at my jaw. My head reels to the side as she straddles me, her knees on either side of my hips.
“I’ll take that,” she says cheerfully as she grabs first her flag and then my flag I had wrapped around my ponytail.
With a grace and agility fitting her dainty size, she jumps to her feet and saunters over to where Alex is now standing. All they need to do is bring the two flags to Mummy and they’ll win the game.
I cannot let that fucking happen.
“…shove my fist right up her Egg McMuffin,” I murmur darkly, eyes spewing vitriol.
“Violet, please stop talking about fisting my ex.” Vin moves to stand beside me and places a restraining hand on my shoulder. I don’t know if he’s attempting to pull me towards him
