My Soul To Take by Madeline Sheehan Read Free Book Online Page B

shocked as the rest of them.
    Trinity stood and offered him her hand, further shocking their small gathering. Gerik glared at their retreating forms. Holy shit. Were Hockey and Trinity…? No. No way. He would kill him. And if he didn't, Gerik would. He relaxed back in his chair, but the atmosphere around the campfire was anything but relaxing. Gerik's eyes had gone bright white and he was gripping his kneecaps as if he wanted to tear them straight off and beat Hockey to death with them.
    Abruptly, frate jumped up and stalked off in the direction Trinity had gone, muttering curses.
    Jericho shook his head. "If th at boy doesn't claim her soon, nature help us all."
    Stefan and Mihai murmured their agreement.
    And didn't that just make him want to shred them all to pieces. Why the fuck was everyone so bent on Gerik marrying her? Nearly every unattached frate here, and a few who weren’t, wanted to bang the shit out of her. Yet no one tried. Not one. He didn't get it. Gerik wasn't that scary.
    Pissed off, he left, headed in the opposite direction of Gerik. Then, for a reason he wasn’t going to think on at the moment, he circled back around through the living lot and headed to the front lot.
    He froze a few yards from the creek and just stared. Trinity was sitting in-between Gerik's legs, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, and her mouth open. Gerik's face was buried in her neck, one hand was gripping her bared breast and the other he’d shoved down the front of her jeans.
    Her small cries of pleasure, her breathless panting of Gerik's name, her arm wrapped backwards around his neck holding him tight against her, her own hand joined with his down her jeans…
    He'd been wrong. Fata was no virgin. Why had he even thought she was in the first place? It was as if he had been putting her on some kind of pedestal she did not belong on. She was just another fată. Another Gaje slut. There was absolutely nothing special about her that begged attention. Nope. Nothing.
    Trinity's orgasm was fucking mind-blowing. And he wished it had been him who had given it to her. Her eyes went saucer-wide, the green caught the moonlight, giving them an otherworldly glow. Her body bowed high off the ground and Gerik had to fight to keep her in place while he finished her off. She let out a prolonged cry and then fell limp against him. But Gerik wasn't done. He turned her in his arms and took her mouth in his, kissing her hard and fast. Then he was laying her down, climbing on top of her, unzipping his jeans…
    He turned away and headed back for camp. No way was he going to watch that asshole do to her what had been consuming his thoughts from the moment he had seen her.
    He was done thinking about Trinity. No way was he going sloppy seconds with Gerik.
    And he was done with her now. So what if Gerik hadn't actually fucked her that night. So fucking what if it had been him to take her virginity. And marry her. And hear her tell the entire camp on a daily basis how much she goddamned loved him.
    He had other bullshit to dwell on. The wards kept failing, people kept being killed, the clan had to keep moving, and raids were coming up empty. Winter was just around the corner and they weren’t prepared. Not by a long shot. Shit was rolling downhill faster and faster with each passing week.
    Wait. Who was he kidding? He didn't give a fuck about any of that shit.
    “Xan?” The screen door squeaked open and Nadya's shadow fell over him. “Are you coming back to bed?”
    “No.”
    “But it’s late.”
    Jesus. How had Marko dealt with her bullshit?
    “If I’m keeping you awake, fată, feel free to go home. I’m done with you for the night anyway.”
    The screen door slammed shut and he heard shuffling from inside the trailer. Ten seconds later, she pushed by him, fully dressed.
    She huffed. “You are the biggest dick I have ever met.”
    “What’s that? I have the biggest dick you’ve ever seen?” He winked at her, grinning around his