17. ASHER

SEVENTEEN

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I took a slight detour before we headed to Saphire Lounge in a few hours. He’d touched her and I couldn’t let it go. His lust seeped from his pores and it infected my veins like poison. How dare he touch her? Leaning against the brick wall, I watched him exit the large building.

I’d been sure to put the large parking lot lamps out of commission and scour the area for any cameras to destroy them. George, the human male, held his arm to his chest, talking on the phone about going to the emergency room now that his shift was over. Blah, blah, blah. His whining grated on my ears.

I’d shared lovers of all shapes, sizes, genders. I’d partaken in orgies, and I’d never felt this overwhelming urge to murder for a mere touch. I left the pesky killing to Jax, Ren, or Bastien, when he was of sound mind—as sound as the big fuck could be.

Catalina had done this to me.

He arrived at his car a few feet away from me and set his phone on the top of his car as he fished for his car keys. I pushed off the wall and his eyes swung to me.

“Do you always touch what doesn’t belong to you?”

His expression crumpled in confusion.

“Who are you?”

I grinned, making sure my teeth were on full display. His scowl froze when I pushed my fangs free.

I took another step closer and he backed up, starting to breathe harder. The whites of his eyes became startlingly obvious.

“Don’t move,” I said pushing my will upon him. His body stiffened from the order and his eyes flicked side to side. “Remember.”

He jolted and tears flooded his eyes. Weak, little weaselly human.

“P-please, don’t hurt me.”

I pouted. In a sudden move, I lunged and gripped the back of his hair, leaning down so he had a clear view of my teeth. I tightened my grip on him until strands ripped in my fingers.

Torturing for anything other than sexual reasons hadn’t ever attracted me, but I could see the allure.

“Please—” I tightened my grip and his words choked off.

“Please, please,” I mocked, pouting. “Such beautiful cries of pain.” I shivered. “While you’re dead, cold, and six feet under, I’ll be sliding my cock inside Catalina’s sweet, succulent petals.” I grinned.

His eyes widened. He touched my Pet and now look how he ended up. I tsked, shaking my head.