Chapter 9.
Fridge.
I was insane. It was official.
But the vampire was right, about too many things to name. So instead of thinking about how f****d-up my head was, I focused on the one thing that made sense.
We both were probably gonna die in the underground in a few days. And I was angry. Not because we were going to die, but because I wanted to shove my c**k inside this guy and hear him scream my name. It wasn’t natural, it wasn’t normal.
But f**k it.
He smelled so good, and every part of me—shifter and human—was crying out for this moment. For Vincent...
I grabbed him up and pushed him against the wall, uncaring of how rough I was being, because he didn’t seem to care.
I grabbed his a*s, all tight muscle and cold skin beneath the hot water.
I bent my head, unable to look at him
