"Can you get off Darko already? Can't you see we're making out?"
"As if I care! I've been in his life way longer than you have!"
"So what? I'm his girlfriend. You're just his best friend! Know your place!"
"You're the one who should know her place! Ever since I've known him, Darko's gone through more girlfriends than pairs of underwear! But he's only ever had one best friend — me!"
Ah... this takes so much patience...
Emily and Natalie have been bickering nonstop since this morning.
Sure, the fact that Natalie is sitting on my lap while I'm making out with Emily might be a little questionable...
But hey, who am I to judge?
All that noise they're making keeps drawing annoyed looks from everyone waiting outside Westchester Crown for the gates to open.
The bench we're sitting on has practically become the center of attention.
And then there are Megan Felmont's furious glares.
Seriously, she looks like she's about to march over here and kick both of them off me herself.
I've got a feeling that when we meet in the bathroom for our usual morning fuck, she's going to give me one hell of a lecture.
"Well? Are you going to move already? I swear I'll drag you off him myself if you don't get up!"
"Go ahead. Why don't you try?"
"Come on, girls. Can you calm down? Do you really think this is worth fighting about?"
Emily shoots me a furious glare.
"I'm making out with you while she's sitting on your dick! You seriously think that's nothing?!"
To be fair, having Emily's tongue in my mouth while my hard cock is pressed between Natalie's ass cheeks really isn't half bad...
Natalie gives Emily an annoyed look.
"What, are you jealous or something?"
"Of course I'm fucking jealous! He's my boyfriend! Why the hell wouldn't I be?!"
Looks like Emily has really taken this whole cover story seriously.
She's so convincing that sometimes I almost forget the whole thing is fake.
The two of them are about to start bickering again when a large figure suddenly looms over me.
Lars Nightclaw.
And he's not alone.
Standing beside him is his insanely hot older sister, Ingrid Nightclaw.
Ah... I'd love to cover those long blonde curls of hers in cum.
Considering she'll probably be the one to take over the Nightclaw clan someday...
Well, fucking her properly would definitely be one hell of a way to seal a lasting alliance between our families.
"Darko Bloodshade, my brother and I would like to have a little talk with you. In private."
Ingrid's voice is so damn sexy that even when she sounds threatening, she still turns me on.
Natalie shoots me a seriously alarmed look that says, What the hell did you do to piss them off?
I'm guessing this is about what happened two nights ago in Mott Haven with that bastard John Hayes.
There are very few things in this world that could make me give up fooling around with Emily and Natalie — and then Megan.
This is one of them.
I don't need to be told twice, so I follow Ingrid and Lars somewhere private.
"Two big shots from the popular crowd actually lowering themselves to talk to me at school? Must be something serious."
I put on a confident front, but Ingrid's cold, serious — and still insanely sexy — stare quickly wipes the smugness off my face.
"My brother told me what happened in Mott Haven. First of all, what the hell was that ability?"
"You're asking the wrong person. I don't even know."
"Don't bullshit me."
"I'm not. It's been part of me for as long as I can remember. Beyond that, I don't know anything."
"You're telling me even your parents didn't know anything about it?"
"Maybe they did. Maybe they didn't. Even if they knew, they never told me. They were probably waiting until I was older to explain it. After all, I was only eleven when you lycans wiped out my family."
An icy silence falls over us.
Maybe I pushed the guilt trip a little too far.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about?"
Once again, Ingrid is the one who speaks.
Lars stands a step behind her in silence, almost reverently.
Yeah, I wasn't wrong. She really is going to be the next boss of the Nightclaws.
I need to get on her good side as soon as possible.
"I'll keep this short. By following John Hayes's scent, we managed to locate what's most likely his headquarters. That bastard has already killed too many of our people, and I'm not letting him live another day. But to take him down, I need your power. That's it."
Well, it's not a bad idea.
Working with them would definitely give me a better chance of killing John Hayes than going after him alone.
Still, I'm not going to agree right away.
First, I want to make her beg for it properly.
Who knows, maybe Ingrid would even be willing to make certain compromises.
If you know what I mean.
"Do you have any idea what you're asking me to do? That guy is insanely strong. This would basically be a suicide mission. An experienced Monster Hunter like him obviously knows lycans have noses like bloodhounds. He'll definitely be ready for us. Hell, this could even be a trap."
I was only saying all that to make her beg me to join them.
But now that I hear myself say it out loud...
Fuck, I'm not so sure teaming up with them is such a good idea anymore.
"We know that perfectly well, but we don't have any other choice. Either way, John will definitely be expecting a large-scale attack. So instead, it'll just be the three of us. It'll be easier to avoid detection and infiltrate his hideout."
Huh?! So these two really are trying to get themselves killed!
"And what exactly do I get out of all this?"
Come on, Ingrid.
Give me one night of wild sex and we've got a deal.
Instead, she shoots me a fierce glare with absolutely nothing sexy about it.
"You Bloodshades have lost plenty of men because of him too! Shouldn't avenging them be more than enough reason for you to work with us?!"
Fuck, I really pissed her off...
"More and more Monster Hunters are leaving the Department of Defense to side with John! His ranks are growing by the day! At this rate, it's only a matter of time before he becomes strong enough to wipe all of us out! If we don't act now, not even your precious mother will be able to stop him!"
That wasn't exactly the kind of persuasion I was hoping for...
But fuck, if things really are that bad, this situation is way more serious than I thought.
"Alright. I'm in."
Ingrid gives me a small nod of thanks.
"Good. My brother will give you all the details later. I don't want to waste any more of your time right now. We certainly can't keep your beloved Megan waiting too long."
My beloved Megan...?
How the hell does she know?!
I don't say a word, but apparently the baffled look on my face says it all.
"When she comes back to class, your scent is all over her. It doesn't take a genius to figure out why."
"My smell, huh? And tell me, does it smell good?"
For a moment, Ingrid loses her serious composure, and a faint blush colors her cheeks.
"W-What kind of bullshit are you talking about?! It's the same stale-blood smell all vampires have! A-And now... g-get lost before I actually get mad!"