The Library

Sebastian

I lean against the bar, nursing a drink, my eyes locked on Lilith as she moves on the dance floor with Anna. Tonight’s supposed to be a celebration—our engagement. It was Ty and Anna’s idea, of course. Those two would find any excuse to celebrate, especially something like this. Not that I’m complaining. Watching Lilith out there in that white dress, her body swaying like she’s made of fucking magic… yeah, I’ll celebrate that any day.

Ty’s beside me, grinning like a madman, tossing back drinks like water. He’s been in high spirits ever since the night began, not that that’s anything new. “She’s watching you, man,” he says with a laugh, nudging me with his elbow. “Lilith. She’s been eyeing you all night. Like a hawk, bro.”

I smirk, taking a slow sip from my glass. “I know,” I say, not taking my eyes off her. She’s always watching. But lately, especially after I put that ring on her finger—the one with my blood in the stone—it’s been different. She’s been different. Possessive.

And I fucking love it.

Ty chuckles, shaking his head. “You better keep your eyes peeled though, man. Here comes a whore.”

He nods toward a blonde making her way through the crowd—Ashley. I’ve seen her around campus, and more than that, I’ve fucked her. Plenty of times. Who hasn’t? Ty and I have both fucked her at the same time, countless times, fucking her in every way imaginable. She loves it, too. Loves being degraded while she gets fucked in the ass, choking on a cock, begging for more. She’s always chasing the next guy to feed her ego, always looking for another fix.

She locks eyes with me as she approaches, her lips curling into a suggestive smile as she trails her fingers down my chest. Like nothing’s changed. Like she can just slide back into my life whenever she wants.

Ty leans in closer, whispering, “This should be good, man. You know your girl is gonna snap.”

I can’t help the smirk that tugs at my lips. Of course, she’s watching. And if Lilith needs to feel like she’s laying claim to me, like I’m hers—well, I’ll gladly let her. Hell, I’ll fucking encourage it.

Ashley leans in, her voice low and sultry. “You look good tonight, . What do you say we pick up where we left off?”

I don’t answer, don’t give her the satisfaction of a response. Instead, I glance over her shoulder, locking eyes with Lilith across the room. Even from this distance, I can see the fire in her eyes, the way her whole body tenses as she watches Ashley touch me. She’s already pissed, and that’s exactly what I want.

Ty laughs, slapping my shoulder, completely ignoring the bitch in front of me, “oh shit, man. You’re in for it now. She’s gonna fucking lose it.”

I grin, taking another sip of my drink. “Let her,” I say. “If she needs to lay her claim tonight, I’ll fucking let her.”

I see Lilith start to move, her eyes burning with that possessiveness that does something to me—something dark. She’s not just angry. She’s wild. I watch as she weaves through the crowd, her movements deliberate, her gaze locked on me.

Ashley doesn’t even notice Lilith coming until she’s right there, sliding her body between us. Lilith grabs my chin, pulling me down into a kiss that’s nothing short of feral—laying claim to me in front of the entire club, in front of Ashley, in front of everyone.

The kiss is possessive, aggressive. Her lips crash into mine with a hunger that mirrors my own. I feel the tension roll off her in waves as she presses her body against mine, her fingers digging into my skin as if daring Ashley to say something.

I don’t hesitate. I kiss her back with the same violent hunger, letting her know that I’m hers. Every fucking part of me.

Ashley scoffs behind her, probably rolling her eyes as she walks away, but I don’t give a shit. All I care about is Lilith, the way her body trembles against mine, the way her nails bite into my skin. She needed this. And I’ll give her what she needs, every fucking time.

Later, after a few more drinks, Lilith and Anna disappear into the bathroom, leaving me and Ty at the bar. I don’t know how much Lilith’s had to drink, but I can feel the tension still radiating off her. Ty’s grinning, clearly amused by the whole thing. He leans against the bar, his eyes following Anna as she vanishes into the bathroom.

“You’re a lucky bastard, you know that?” he says, laughing. “Lilith’s fucking crazy about you. I mean, look at her. She’s ready to tear anyone apart for even glancing your way.”

I just shrug, smirking. “Yeah. I know.”

But then, the sound of a commotion in the bathroom draws both of our attention. Ty’s the first to react, his dumbass grin widening. “Oh shit. That’s gotta be Lilith. She’s probably fucking killing someone in there.”

We don’t waste time. We burst into the bathroom to find Lilith on top of Ashley, her white dress stained red with blood, her fists slamming into Ashley’s face. Anna’s screaming at her, but Lilith’s lost it—completely fucking lost it. She’s like a wild animal, uncontrollable.

Ty’s laughing his ass off beside me. “Holy shit, man. She’s gone full fucking psycho. I love it.”

I rush forward, grabbing Lilith by the waist, trying to pull her off Ashley, but she’s stronger than she looks. She’s tiny, but right now, she’s a fucking force of nature. Ty’s still laughing, half-ass trying to help me as we finally get her off Ashley.

“Calm the fuck down, Lilith!” I growl, holding her close, her body still trembling with rage.

Ty slaps me on the back, still laughing. “Damn, bro. You better get your girl in check before she kills someone for real. Or… fuck it, maybe let her. She’s a fucking beast. We should take her with us on some assignments. She’s a better killer than you.”

I grab Lilith’s face, pulling her in for a kiss so hard it nearly knocks the wind out of her. She’s covered in blood, shaking with adrenaline, and it’s the most fucking beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

The second we’re outside, I slam her against the wall, my mouth crashing down on hers in a kiss so violent, so desperate, I can feel her gasp for air. It’s raw, feral, the only way I know how to have her.

“Fuck, Lilith,” I growl, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. She’s covered in blood, her chest heaving with adrenaline, and it ignites something primal inside me. “You’re covered in blood, and I’ve never been more fucking turned on.”

She smirks, her lips curled with the kind of wildness I’ve only seen in her. “She deserved it,” she says, and that wicked satisfaction in her voice makes my blood burn. I crash my lips against hers again, my hands gripping her waist like she might disappear if I let go. She’s mine— every inch of her, every dark thought, every violent breath.

“You’re mine, ,” she whispers against my lips, and I feel it-the shift.

The same words I used to say, thrown back at me with that edge of power she’s claimed for herself. It should infuriate me, the way she’s taken control, but all I feel is pride. I’m so fucking proud of her. My lips curl into a smirk against her skin.

“And no one else will ever fucking touch you,” she says, and it’s more than a promise. It’s a fucking vow, sealing the connection between us in a way that goes beyond possession. I pull her closer, needing more, because she’s mine-and I’m hers, too.

“You’re mine,” I whisper against her lips, my voice thick with desire. “No one else. And I am yours. Do you understand?”

She nods, her breath coming in ragged gasps. And as I pull her into my arms, I can’t help but feel a twisted sense of pride. My girl just went to war for me—and I fucking love her for it.