Insatiable Craving: 2 (Insatiable Nights) Read Free Page B

with a curse. “So, let me get this straight.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You accosted a fan without my permission, tried to sell me off on a date I didn’t want, showed the girl your pissy god—”
    “Leave Draken out of this!”
    He resisted the urge to cluck his tongue at her. How Aria could be so irritated at her pet one second yet so defensive the next was beyond him. In the end, ignoring her and proceeding with his point seemed the best option. “And then you hexed the poor thing?”
    “I needed to get you on board.”
    “On board?”
    Aria nodded. “With the whole dating thing.”
    “You’ve been trying to get me on board for years now. What on earth made you think this would work?”
    “I thought maybe seeing the girl you’d be getting on board with.” She gestured to the sleeping brunette again. “Look, I know this is difficult for you. The last time you let your guard down…”
    Razor clenched his jaw and looked away.
    Aria swallowed. “Something bad happened.”
    He huffed and shook his head. Something bad. Nice, sterile way to describe a young girl being ripped into several pieces. To remember the crimson stains along the wall, the stench of blood clogging his lungs. A cool shiver crept up Razor’s spine.
    Thinking about that night had never come easy, and he supposed that was a good thing. The instant he stopped flinching when he considered her screams, when he stopped recoiling at the thought of his blood-smeared hands, when he could brush off what had occurred without entertaining a parade of nightmares was the day he lost his grip on humanity. Full throttle, no-holds-barred monstrosity. The sort of thing he’d feared since the moment he first lost control of the beast. The moment he first wolfed out .
    Razor shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. Aria and her coven had kept him grounded in the years since Natalie Meyers’ death. Since the moment his former love had aimed a pistol at his head, told him she knew what he was and how killing him wasn’t personal—just business.
    Poachers would call it business—this he knew from personal experience.
    But it wasn’t business. He knew that now. The word they were looking for was murder .
    And he’d gotten a glimpse of murder—up close and personal.
    If it weren’t for Aria’s kindness and the support of her coven, Razor would be one dead pup right now. Most everyone got a second chance after they fucked up, but he didn’t think he was lucky enough for a third or fourth.
    Since walking away from the bloodbath of a dorm room, Razor’s ambitions had been zeroed in on ensuring nothing remotely related to death ever occurred at his paws again. A part of that meant keeping people at a nice long distance.
    Aria didn’t seem to understand why she was the exception that proved the rule. While the coven as a whole had taken him in, Aria was the one who had championed him from the beginning. He hadn’t known why until last month, when she revealed she had once been engaged to his cousin Marcus, who had been raised almost as a brother.
    Razor had fallen out with Marcus shortly after becoming infected with the lycan virus. In fact, not many of his family remained on his calling list. Coming from a line of hunters hadn’t made his biological shift easy to accept, especially for a group of people who had previously enjoyed a good night’s sleep believing that what they did was just, as wolves weren’t human.
    Marcus, fortunately, didn’t share their line of thought. Once he discovered his cousin’s fate, he’d hooked him up with Aria and her coven, all of whom had taken him under their wing, doctored him up with protection and shielding spells, and kept him safe until his family ceased hunting for him.
    Aria had become one of his best friends, even with her territorial god in tow.
    But the difference between Aria and everyone else was he knew her. He knew what to expect when she showed up blitzed on his doorstep, when