The woman stood, pursing her lips. She surveyed my skittish form with not a small amount of distaste.
“Do you want your mate back?” she asked softly. “Do you want Z and your brothers?”
“Yes,” I whimpered. The walls were bleeding all around me, and I just wanted it to stop. Z was the only one capable of stopping it.
I needed her.
“Then we’ll get her.” The woman smiled suddenly, but it only made me more uneasy. Restless. Cornered. “You’ll bring her to me, won’t you Jax? You’ll be an obedient monster.”
Blood.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Alone.
So alone.
The woman lunged at me suddenly, lips still curled into that beautiful, sardonic smile. I only had a second to cry out Z’s name before a dagger was in my heart.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Blood. Blood.
“You’ll be the best monster,” she whispered into my ear. “Now sleep.”
And I did.
TO BE CONTINUED IN GLUTTONY...
OTHER BOOKS BY KATIE MAY
Together We Fall Series:
The Darkness We Crave
The Light We Seek
The Storm We Face
The Monsters We Hunt (Coming Soon)
Beyond the Shadows Series:
Gangs and Ghosts
Guns and Graveyards
Gauntlets and Ghouls (Coming Soon)
The Damning Series:
Greed
Envy
Gluttony (Coming Soon)
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
As always, it takes a team to make these books.
First, I would like to say thank you to my family. Thank you to my mom and dad for loving me and supporting me unconditionally (even if I never let you read my books). I would also like to thank my sister for allowing me to kill her off in every novel of mine. Love you sis. Thank you to my younger siblings and my grandparents.
I would also like to thank my author girls. You all know who you are, and without your support and encouragement, I don’t know where I’d be. Special shout out to Clitterati. I love drinking the Kool Aid with you ladies.
Sosha Ann, thank you for being an amazing PA. Seriously. You help me keep my life in order.
Thank you to my alphas: Kelly, Elena, Heather, Phylicia, and Sarita.
Thank you to my betas: Kelcey, Haley, HarleyQuinn, Katie, Michelle, and Rachel.
Finally, I would like to thank my readers. You guys have been incredible. I wouldn’t be where I am today without you guys taking a chance on me. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Katie May has always loved writing. An avid reader herself, you can almost always find her with her nose in a book or scribbling away in her notepad. Currently, she has five books published, all reverse harem under this pen name. She resides in West Michigan with her family. If you would like to stay updated on exclusive teasers, POVS, and updates on her novels, join her Reader’s Group - Katie’s Gang!
FIRST CHAPTER OF DARKNESS WE CRAVE!
Mr. Fuckadoodledoo-picklesucker-buttlicker was leering at me. Again. I mentally tallied the number of times I caught his penetrating eyes turned in my direction over the last hour. Fifty-two. He had eye raped me fifty-two times in a span of sixty minutes.
Stiffening in my seat, I attempted to pay attention to my father across from me and ignore Mr. Buttlicker. D.O.D. - Dear Old Dad - had his peppered hair trimmed so it cascaded neatly to his shoulders. He wore a gray suit that seemed to accentuate the blue in his eyes. Some might've considered him a handsome man once, if they found ice-cold asshole statues handsome. Seriously, the man was a dick. He even put Buttlicker to shame in the whole creeper-asshole department.
We had arrived at the restaurant only a few minutes earlier, traveling immediately from the conference room to the elegant restaurant in the basement of the resort. The only word adequate to describe such a room was golden. I know, not the most eloquent description, but a golden sheen seemed to paint everything, from the intricately carved wood work to the golden flowers canvasing the wall. It was almost nauseating.
"I appreciate you taking the time to meet with us," D.O.D. said, for probably the billionth time that evening. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Buttlicker had as much choice in the matter as I did - needless to say, none at all.
"It's always a pleasure doing business with you," Buttlicker responded stiffly. His tone suggested, though, that he found it anything but pleasurable. Daddy tended to evoke fear in his clients.
"What looks good?" D.O.D. asked, scanning the menu.
And cue...
"I can think of one thing." Buttlicker's gaze flickered appreciatively over my body, and I resisted the urge to shiver. He made me feel naked, despite the fact I purposefully wore a modest black number with a pearl necklace strung tightly across my neck. The guy also seemed to be forgetting the fact that he was thirty-some years older than my own age of seventeen.
A reminder, my friends, pedophilia is a punishable offense.
My mother made a sound as if she heard Buttlicker's comment and found it as repulsive as I had...wait, no. She was just ogling our waiter's backside while simultaneously touching Mr. Dickhead's - aka our head of security's - knee underneath the table. Like seriously? Did the woman not realize I sat directly beside her, clearly able to see her hand trailing upwards towards no-no land. Dear Lord. The woman was going to be the death of me.
As I thought this, Buttlicker gave me a smile that he must've thought was seductive but came across as more of a constipated grimace.
Correction. He was going to be the death of me.
The waiter, that my mother so shamelessly gaped at, stopped at our table, and my mouth nearly fell from its hinges.
The guy was gorgeous. Like ridiculously gorgeous. His ash blond hair
