Chapter 22

MALACHI S tifling a groan when her unique scent floods my senses, I fall into step beside Ophelia. I want to bite her so fucking badly. And if I can’t do that, kissing her would be a pretty close second. And then kissing would inevitably lead to fucking, and the thought of that makes my dick stiffen. She keeps her eyes fixed firmly ahead, her jaw set with determination as she quickens her pace. Thunder cracks loudly in the sky above us as dark clouds roll overhead. Undeterred, I match her step for step. “Where are you headed?” She ignores me and I frown. What the hell did you pair of numbnuts do the other night? I ask Axl and Xavier. Oh, yeah. Xavier laughs. Probably should have told you … Cupcake will be pissed today. What did you do? I keep my eyes fixed on Ophelia, who is actively turning her head away from me now. What needed to be done to get her the fuck out of there, Xavier says. I suppress a sigh and shake my head. Fucking assholes. We heard that, Axl growls. You were fucking s