Free Split - Coffin Nails MC (Contemporary New Adult Erotic Dark Romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 7) by Miss Merikan Page B

okay?” Hunter glanced into her eyes with determination, but she could
sense the jealousy behind his words. As if he had any right to tell her who she
should and shouldn’t be seeing. How did it happen that she went from no one
chasing her to two guys trying to catch her attention at once? Clearly, all
she’d needed to do all along was put out. She should have known already how men
worked.
    “My own good, right,” she muttered stiffly
and stuffed her hands into the pocket at the front of her hoodie. “Don’t worry.
This was only a part of the ritual. Any woman who actually likes him should
kill herself.”
    Hunter smirked. “Come on … you must have at
least enjoyed me a little bit, right?”
    This was exactly what no man should ever
ask after sex. Asty groaned. “Why does it matter? It’s not gonna happen again.”
    Hunter frowned, but the conversation would
end soon because they were approaching the vet’s. “Because I’ve never been with
a girl like you. I don’t know if it was the ritual, drinking your blood, or
having my cock inside of you, but you can’t fake that kind of shit. We had a
connection.”
    Asty wasn’t sure what to say, so she kept
silent for a long time, overwhelmed by the sincerity in his voice. It might
have been a trick, a gamble to make her feel special, but she was falling for
it. “Of course. It was magical,” she snorted in the end, hugging her cheek
against the window and watching as it became matted with her breath. “It’s just
sex. People do it all the time.”
    Hunter’s jaw locked and he gritted his
teeth. “Oh, fuck you. You’re such a bitch, you know that?” he hissed and parked
in front of the clinic. He pushed the door open and got out without waiting for
an answer.
    For a brief moment, Asty remained frozen to
her seat, and it almost felt as if the slap of the door closing had been meant
for her. She eventually rushed outside and ran to the reception area to get
some sort of bed or stretcher for Beast. They couldn’t just carry him. A few
minutes later, she pulled the little cart to the parking lot, and with each
step she made, the wounds on her stomach ached, reminding her of her purpose.
She might have hurt Hunter, but it was for the best. What if he was developing
feelings for her? She would be gone in nine months, and that was that.
    He stood by the open back door of the
trailer, smoking a cigarette, but she couldn’t see his face as he slouched and
his hair hid his features. Great, just what she needed when her pet was in
agony—a sulking man-baby.
    “They’re waiting for him already. You can
put him on this,” she uttered, catching her breath as she pushed the cart to
the open door. With Hunter not even making a move toward the trailer, anger
rose in her chest, but words died in her throat when she realized how silent
Beast was. She looked inside, and the handle of the cart fell from her hand.
Beast’s dark eyes were halfway open, and his long tongue was sticking out from
between his teeth, but he didn’t even twitch. He wasn’t crying anymore, but his
side wasn’t moving either. He was so still ...
    “Beast?” She stepped closer and slid her
hand into the matted fur on its side, deep enough to feel his ribs, but there
was no movement there. No heartbeat.
    Slowly, she sank into a crouch, and her
eyes filled with tears so abruptly, she didn’t even know how to stop them.
    “I’m so sorry …” Hunter said and held out
his hand to help her up. “Would you like me to take him inside so we can find
out what happened?”
    Asty sniffed and brushed her eyes with her
sleeve, but accepted his hand and stumbled to her feet, emotionally exhausted.
It was as if Death was really chasing her, closing in now that he knew she’d be
gone soon.
    “Yes,” she muttered, staring at her dead
pet.
    Hunter pulled her in for an unexpected hug.
“There’s nothing you could have done.”
    Asty’s whole body turned into wood. He was
hitting on her again? Now? When