Page 5 of Possession

The need to send him over the edge made me giddy with anticipation. In that one stare, I told him everything.

I’ll do whatever I want. Fuck whoever I want. Destroy the world if I want.

The moron glued to my front began to lick along my collarbone, his groan thick with lust as I raised one hand to roam through his hair.

Despite the bonfire, Greyson was quivering, rage taking over his body as triumph took over mine.

I wasn’t some innocent girl with unrealistic dreams of youth anymore. Those delusions were broken on my eighteenth birthday. Now, at twenty-one, I was a formidable opponent and a serious threat to his sanity. And I had just pronounced a declaration of war.

My mouth lifted into a mocking sneer as I raised a middle finger and mouthed, “Fuck you.”

I could have sworn he glitched. And it was fucking ravishing to witness—until I sensed a thick sense of peril pummelling towards me.

Twisting hard, I pulled on the random guy’s roots and shoved him away. He had fulfilled his purpose.

Florence’s low whistle brought me back to reality. “Holy. Shit.I don’t know who you are to Greyson Carmichael, but if looks could kill, he’d bend you over and fuck you to death.”

As if her words breathed life into the demon himself, Greyson downed the rest of his beer and threw the bottle into the fire before taking a step in my direction.

Oop.He decided to pick up the gauntlet I had unceremoniously dumped at his feet and was ready for battle.

That was when I turned my back on the only boy I’d ever loved…and sprinted for my goddamn life.

Chapter 4

GREYSON

Twenty-two years old…

I clocked her before she even breached the tree line. It was always there, an unspoken energy stretching between us.

I could not resist her any more than the earth could stop spinning.

We were drawn together, our connection enduring, our reliance inevitable.

I owned her as much as she owned me.And I fucking hated her for it.

My little rabbit was strong. But I was stronger. I knew she was arriving that day, and it took everything within me not to track Ada down and make her submit—purely for the fact that she had left me behind.

Ever since she had escaped to that all-girls boarding school, I fucking craved her surrender. Ineededher compliance like it was the very oxygen I required to satiate the inflation of my lungs.

And finally, after three torturous years, there she stood—a vision in black, with her pointed demon horns that perfectly complemented my cold, dark aura.

That’s why we belonged together.

She was mine…Wouldalwaysbe mine.

So, when she dangled that dangerous bait in front of me, what other choice did I have but to take chase?

Ada let some low-grade shifter defile her body, allowing his lips to contaminate her smooth, unblemished skin.

I had been too long without her. I was keyed up and on the verge of snapping when Triston’s voice cut through my bloodthirsty thoughts.

“Fuck, she’s sexy. Is that your—”

On instinct, my hand whipped out to clench around his throat, cutting off his words. “Shut the fuck up. Speak on her again and you’ll lose your tongue.”

My best friend raised his hands. Mischief dancing in his indigo eyes that shone behind a skull mask that matched my own.