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Like fuck he was sorry. “I didn’t even see you there. I
was”—he smirked—“kind of busy.”
    Lazarus felt his temperature go up. Felt his muscles
tighten. “That’s not the point. Next time you take out your dick and stick it
into whichever human you’ve decided on for the day, make sure that you go
somewhere private. I don’t want to have to see your pale ass bouncing up and
down or hear your female’s pathetic cries ever again.”
    “Pathetic?” The male frowned. It wasn’t lost on
Lazarus how Lance’s hands curled into fists. “Like fuck that was pathetic. She
came at least twice and damned hard.”
    “I heard you guys talking and laughing straight
afterwards.” Lazarus smiled at the male. “Within five minutes you both walked
away. Sorry but that’s pathetic in my book. She should not have been able to
talk or fucking walk so soon after.”
    “Fuck you!”
    “No…fuck you, Lance! Next time I will excuse myself
for the two minutes it will take to rip your head from your shoulders. Are we
clear?”
    Lance’s jaw tensed, his mouth became a thin white
line. His stare hardened.
    “I said…are we fucking clear?” Lazarus widened his
stance, prepared to act if this loser didn’t concede.
    The male knew that he was no fucking match for
Lazarus though. He tensed up even more before he finally spat, “Yes. We’re
clear.”
    “Stop fucking around with the humans. They are not
like us vampires. From what I’ve heard and understand, they don’t rut with one
another like we do. They often place feelings with the physical act…especially
the females of the species. You are liable to hurt someone at this rate.” It
was always about number one with this dickhead. He had become impossible since
his mate had left him for another male. It’s not like they were really together
anyway. What the fuck was his problem?
    Lance made a growling noise. “Don’t tell me what I
can and can’t do. With regards to rutting out there in public like that, I
really didn’t see you. I was wrong. It was supposed to be a quick fuck. No one
should’ve seen us.” His eyes shifted away from Lazarus. Like hell Lance had not
seen them there. He just didn’t care. The male didn’t seem to give a fuck about
anything but himself. He was a colossal prick in the first degree.
    Then the bastard smiled for a second. “We are
permitted to rut with the humans at will. It’s open season right now. I hear
there’s new blood…a cute, little strawberry blonde.”
    Lazarus felt his blood ignite in his veins. Felt the
air seize in his lungs. “Don’t fucking go there. She is mine.”
    The pathetic excuse for a male all out smiled.
“Yours…?” He made a snorting noise and shook his head. “We’ll see about that.”
    “Go near her and you die.” It was Lazarus’ turn to
smile.
    “It’s open season motherfucker. Try and stop me.”
Lance’s smile turned into a shit eating grin. “I’ll show you who’s pathetic.
I’ll make her scream my name so many times that she will no longer be able to
say another male’s name again.” He made a groaning noise. “To have all those
lush curves bouncing on my—”
    Lazarus saw red. He roared and leapt forward. “Shut
the fuck up!” Unfortunately there were others close by and they intervened by
grabbing both his arms. Griffin on the left and Jasper on his right.
    Jasper was a big motherfucker, it was like a ton of
bricks weighed down that side. Griffin on the other hand was leaner muscle.
Lazarus managed to swing that arm and make sweet contact with Lance’s face. It
wasn’t hard enough to cause major damage but blood spurted. A third male
grabbed Lazarus around the waist. They pulled him back.
    Lance laughed. He fucking laughed.
    “Stay the fuck away from her,” Lazarus growled. He
knew that the male was goading him. That this was exactly the reaction the
dickhead was looking for, but he couldn’t help it. Feelings of possession
welled up inside of him.