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Story: Dancing With Death

I wasn’t lying when I said I missed them and that being away from them was killing me. It had been easier when I saw Audrey in my classes than when I was avoiding her and the rest of her mates.

But there’s a reason I was avoiding them. I just can’t seem to recall it right now.

Dinner was amazing—not just the food but the company as well. I’m just not ready to say goodbye yet because I know I still can’t have them.

The last few hours with them haven’t changed my situation. As much as I’d love to believe Audrey’s the cure to my curse, I can’t take that chance. I can’t hurt either of them like that. What if being with me ends up with her dead?

She wouldn’t be the first of my lovers to end up dead.

And if not her, then what if it’s Brenden? I can’t watch her lose him. Anyone with eyes can see how much he means to her.

But couldn’t I mean just as much to her if I just tried?

I shake my head, trying to push away those thoughts. Having hope is only going to end up with someone hurt. I thought I gave that up a long time ago, and I don’t know why it’s suddenly trying to rear its head. I know better than to hope for anything. All it does is lead to pain—a pain I caused myself.

My eyes find Audrey as she laughs at whatever Brenden just said. I hope she doesn’t find herself in a similar situation as me after she kills Michael.

Wren’s final is in two days, and I know their plan was to do it then. I don’t know if that’s changed at all now that I’m no longer being included in it. Nor should I be after the way I spoke to Audrey.

I’ve been fucking terrible to her. I hate myself for every single foul word that fell from my mouth, but it did what I set out to accomplish—sending her far, far away from me.

It’s why I’m surprised that she was the one to agree to dinner. I also hadn’t expected Brenden to threaten to kill me. Or the way my cock throbbed as he did so, flashing me his fangs.

I’ve spent a lot of time wondering what it would feel like to have them buried in my neck while he fucked me with his cock.

Shit. And there goes my dick again.

It’s been hard practically since I saw the two of them, but that’s nothing new. Even when I pretended to want nothing to do with her, the sight of her always had me growing hard. It’s a little embarrassing to be popping a boner like a teenager again, but there doesn’t seem to be any way to avoid it.

My body wants what it wants, even if my mind knows we shouldn’t go there.

“So, ummm…” Audrey looks nervous as she glances from me to Brenden and back again. “This is awkward.”

“I missed something, didn’t I?” I shake my head, an apologetic grin on my face. “I’m sorry. I was just thinking about something and just quit listening.”

Brenden arches his brow. “Oh? Care to share?”

Hell no, I don’t care to share, but somehow, the words just fall out of my mouth. “I was thinking about how hard I got when you threatened to kill me. Then I was imagining you biting me while you fucked me. After that, I was thinking about how inconvenient it is to pop a boner every time I see either of you.”

I stare at them, bewildered over why I told them that. Those were inside thoughts, not outside thoughts.

What the fuck?

“Brenden! Did you just make him do that?” Audrey slaps his arm.

The asshole doesn’t even bother to look repentant as he smirks. “Maybe.”

“I guess I deserve that.” I shake my head. “So, what were you saying?”

Audrey looks nervous again. “We’re staying in the city tonight. We have a room at The Hellfire Lounge. I thought you might want to come over and have a drink with us?”

All I can do is blink at them as my brain implodes.

They’re inviting me back to their hotel room? And I don’t think they’re inviting me for a nightcap.

My first response is to say no. I know I’m playing with fire here, but I don’t want to say no.

I want to say yes more than anything else.