Page 185 of Boys Who Hunt

Before she can make a beeline, I slam the door shut, planting my hand on the wood. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Wait, Ivy? What are you doing here?” Max mutters, swiftly pulling up his pants as if that’ll hide the evidence of what we did in here.

She tucks her hair behind her ear. “I could ask you the same thing.”

Max’s face begins to glow. “I thought you were training with Silas,” he stutters.

“She obviously got tired of him,” I say, smirking.

“Whatever.” She tries to move away from me, but I plant another hand against the door, trapping her inside. “Why won’t you let me leave?”

“You think I can let you go after what you just witnessed?”

“Is this supposed to scare me?” she asks, folding her arms. “What do I even gain from spilling your dirty secrets when I’m already practically your fuck doll?”

I run my tongue along my lip. “Tell everyone. I don’t care.”

She frowns. “Then why are you stopping me?” She briefly glances at Max, who’s still hiding in the corner. “You’re obviously busy.”

A smirk forms on my face. “Are you jealous?”

Her jaw drops, and she makes a choking sound, but no actual words come out of her mouth, and that tells me enough.

“You are,” I say.

“I just got caught off guard,” she mutters.

“For what? Running away?” I tilt my head. “You can’t escape any of us. Not Silas, not me, not Max.” She swallows as I inch closer. “I thought we made that very clear.”

“I guess all that stuff you said back in the shop was a lie, then,” she says.

“What did you tell her?” Max asks.

“He said he wanted me to give him my heart,” she says, eyeing Max. “And you told me you loved me.”

“I do. I do love you,” Max says, stepping closer.

A part of me wants to rip her to shreds for earning his love … but another part of me wants to lick her until she screams my name. Fuck. I’ve never felt so torn between two people in my life.

“But I just caught you two having sex. Do you want me, or do you want him?” she asks Max and me. “Which is it?”

She may have stolen his heart like a true thief, but she will fucking learn to share, and it starts now.

I grab her throat and shove her against the door while her eyes widen. “Both.”

I smash my lips onto hers, claiming her just like I did in the changing room, right in front of Max. And fuck me, does it feel good to kiss both of them right after each other.

I pry open her lips and make her yield with my tongue alone, probing inside. She moans and squirms underneath my hand, but she’s helpless against the onslaught of lust already coursing through her veins just from my kiss.

With my other hand, I splay her legs and push up her dress until my fingers reach her pussy, and I start rubbing it again.

God, she looks so fucking good in that dress I bought her.

Suddenly, she bites my lip, and I withdraw, tasting my own blood.

“You bit me,” I mutter.

“You kissed me,” she retorts.