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Chapter 6

The Grouch

“Where the hell have you been?” Max skipped into the cave, swirling a bloody axe, her body soaked in blood. Fuck, what did she do now?

“I was taking care of something.” She tossed a dismembered hand at my feet with a smile. “Can’t write a report without hands.” She wiggled her fingers.

Ah, Cindy. I picked up the bloody, tattooed hand, examining the hacked flesh closely.

“Thanks for handling that for me. Looks like you finally got your revenge, freckles.” Max snickered as I eyed her with a grin, watching a blush rise to color her perfect dark cheeks. Such a wicked thing.

“That’s not all.” She placed her hands behind her back, her breasts pressed forward as she slowly stepped toward me, dragging the axe behind. “I ran into May-Martha.”

My grin fell.

“What happened?” A hint of fear tugged at my dead heart, dreading what she might’ve done to her. She had a temper and was full of jealousy towards May. Who knows what she would do if given the chance? Max made a face and began to walk deeper into the cave.

“Max?” The sound of the axe dragging behind her mixed with her echoing laughter. “Max! If you laid one hand on her, I?—”

“What are you going to do? Punish me?” She laughed again, stepping from view. “You’ll have to find me first,” she sang. Ignited with anger and the need to know what happened, I tossed the hand aside and followed her deeper into the quarry.

The cave was filled with tunnels, twists, and endless turns. It was a damp and cold maze that would make anyone crazy if they tried to explore it. Max and I had memorized nearly every inch over the years as I chased her through it, loving what usually happened next.

“Max,” I snarled, checking every tunnel I passed, searching. Her laughter led me deeper as the light faded away from our dwelling. “Max, where are you?”

“Did you know your pretty, perfect little May isn’t as sweet and innocent as you think?” she sang, her words echoing in the distance. Where the hell was she? I needed to find her, to know if she hurt May-Martha.

My heart raced, my breaths coming out as heaves as I picked up my pace, slamming my fists into the rocky wall as I growled.

“Max!”

“Naughty May-Martha,” she hissed.

Where the fuck are you?

“She even showed me her heart.” I stopped, my eyes searching the darkness for any sign of her, fearing what she might say next. “The one inked into her pale flesh, its twin attached to yours.” No. My body bulged with anger, fearing the worst. “Don’t worry,” she whispered, sounding close. “I didn’t kill her.” My body exhaled, relief flooding my veins as I relaxed at the statement.

“Max,” I softly called her name. “Please. Where are you?” The sound of rippling water pulled my attention. I knew exactly where she was.

“Max?” I stepped from the tunnel, the walls of the cave lined in a single strand of faint Christmas lights, the room soaked in a red hue from the quarry light still powered and peeking from the rock. Max was wading in the dark water of the flooded cave, naked. This had always been her favorite spot, the place she loved to escape to when she wasn’t bugging me.

She was wading in the dark water, the shallow depth allowing her to stand on her toes as the soft ripples brushed her body, reaching her breasts. Steam hissed around her, thick in the air. Despite my frustration, I was starting to feel a familiar hunger growing between my legs, which only angered me further. No, not now.

“What’re you doing, Max?” I asked, adjusting my bulge. Her eyes sparkled in the light as her arms swayed and moved in the water, creating ripples.

“I’m cleaning myself.” She raised a hand, covered in blood. “Hacking apart someone’s body can be pretty messy.” She slowly moved to the rusted railing, raising her body from the water as it trickled along her breasts, mixing with the blood as it dripped down into the pond.

“What happened with May-Martha?” I demanded. “You better not have hurt her?—”

“Oh, don’t be such a meanie.” Max smiled, looking me up and down. “Why don’t you join me? Come put those big hands of yours to use and help me wash her blood off my skin. I feel so dirty.” She caressed herself, running her hands across her curves.

Fuck, she looked like a goddamn snack in that water. I had to control myself, to find some kind of restraint if I wanted more information. I needed to play along with her sinful little game if I was going to learn anything.

I swallowed, keeping my pants on and slowly stepping into the pond. The water was warm, the steam making me sweat as I moved closer to her. She was waiting for me, a tempting smile on her face, her cheeks smeared with blood. Hopefully, it was Cindy’s and not May’s.

“What did you do, freckles?” She waded closer, staring up at me with those emerald irises of hers. Fuck, my cock was straining beneath my pants, begging to come out and play.

“You forgot to take those off,” she teased, pressing her hand against my bulge. I groaned, trying to hold back as Max wrapped her arms around my neck, standing on her toes. “Stop thinking about May-Martha. She’s not here, but I am.” She pulled her body up, locking her legs around my waist. “I’m always here.” Her lips met mine, clouding my thoughts as I instinctively began to touch her, the blood from her flesh sticking to my fur. She was my weakness and she fucking knew it. I was losing her game.

“Max,” I breathed between her kisses, her tongue dancing with mine. “Just tell me. Did you hurt her?” She pressed her teeth against my lower lip, pulling it as my claws dug into her skin, making me moan. The fucking tease.

“No, I didn’t hurt your precious May,” she growled as blood began to seep from beneath her teeth. “I only gave her a little kiss.” Max released my lip, running her tongue along the roof of my mouth as I quivered, struggling to keep my composure from crumbling, holding her in my arms as her body ground against mine. “Now, stop talking about her and focus on me.” I could hear her climax growing closer as she breathed her words, my own building as she touched me.

Her hands unlatched my belt, freeing me from my pants, and all thoughts of May quickly evaporated, leaving all my attention on her as I slid my cock up her tight cunt. In that moment, she became my sole purpose. The only thing I could focus on or think about was fucking her, listening to the sounds she made, feeling her contract around me as I quickened my speed. She was batshit crazy, but she was mine. All mine. And in this moment, all I wanted to be was hers.

“Fuck,” I moaned as her back slammed into the railing, one hand holding her body as the other gripped the rusty metal for support. “You’re a fucking drug, Max. A toxic and wicked habit.” I licked the blood from her breasts, moaning against her nipples as my tongue played with them. “So fucking bad.”

“Admit it,” she rasped, clawing my back and thrusting her pelvis against me. “I may be bad, but I feel good.”

“So good,” I breathed.

“Tell me you want me. That you need me.” Her back arched, and she sounded like she was about to come, my cock slipping deeper into her. Fuck yes.

“I want you, Max,” I whimpered. “No, I fucking need you. All of you!” I roared, releasing inside her. My chest ached, my orgasm nearly breaking me as I crumbled into her, losing the game way too easily, struggling to catch my breath, my eyes focused on her body. I didn’t deserve it. I didn’t deserve her.

Max’s hand tilted my chin, her eyes burning into mine as she forced me to look at her. She grabbed the railing, lifting her body from my cock as I groaned and flexed, dropping from inside her.

No.

“Fuck.” I nearly caved over, grabbing her legs. She reached over with her free arm, grabbing a handful of my hair and roughly directing my head.

“Get on your knees and show me just how much you need me.” Her grin grew as she pushed my head down and I fell to my knees, lifting her legs, resting them on my shoulders, my face now firmly placed between her juicy thighs. Her foot kicked behind my neck, pushing me closer as the water sloshed around us, hitting her lower abdomen.

“You’re fucking insane, Max.” My eyes stared up into hers as my arms dipped into the water, wrapping around the outside of her legs.

“You know you like it.” My head slowly sank beneath the water as she pushed me toward her pussy.

God, yes. I really fucking do.