The Dark Thrall Mating Olivia

Chapter Ninety-One

So right to punish him in front of Olivia and Killian. To make him beg for a taste of what was ours. Of what we could make him feel.

The thought almost made me dizzy with need and I knew that later, I was going to have to work through that thought. He was attractive, yes. But that didn't mean he deserved anything. I shouldn't be having that thought, but I couldn't seem to shake it away.

"Jay?" Olivia asked and I shook my head.

"How does pizza sound?" I asked, swallowing hard and clenching my jaw.

"Sure, that sounds good. I'll get the plates ready." Olivia said, turning away from me and heading towards the kitchen. "Do you need me to call the pizza place?"

"No, I've got it." I said, watching her walk away, my eyes tracing the curve of her ass and hips. I knew just how those curves felt beneath my palm. How she squirmed and writhed beneath me. How pretty she looked with her lips wrapped around my cock.

My hunger was growing, but it was no longer a hunger for food. I don't know why the thought of punishing Olivia's ex made me feel like this, then again. Just being around Olivia and Killian had that effect on me.

I needed to get myself under control, I didn't know what was wrong with me.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I looked up the closest pizza place before placing an order before heading into the kitchen.

***Killian POV***

My walk had taken me into town, just past the diner. Anger still boiled in the pit of my belly, slamming through me with a need to hurt someone. Well, to hurt Nick.

I wanted to hunt him down and make him pay for what he had done to my mate. I needed to shift and be free, but I was worried that my beast might actually hunt him down.

Logically, I knew that I was acting like a jackass, but goddess, Olivia was mine. She was my mate and I didn't like Nick coming around her. I had thought that I'd be able to handle it better but all

I could think about when I had caught his scent near her place was the fact that he'd touched what was mine.

He had hurt her.

I knew he was there to see Everly, that he wasn't there for Olivia. For some reason, I couldn't seem to push past the thought that maybe he wasn't just there to see his daughter. That his coming back into Olivia's life would somehow draw the two of them together.

They shared a child together and they were fated mates. Fated mates were something that was supposed to be cherished, the one person in all the world that the goddess had fated you for. He had rejected her, but that didn't always take away the attraction. He was going to see what an amazing mother she was and fall hard for just as I had. I didn't like thinking about him touching her. What if he hurt her again?

He'd fucked my mate and then rejected her, breaking her heart and making her feel unwanted when she was anything but. I knew how strong the mate pull was and that it was intensified by Olivia's heat, but it was still inexcusable with what he had done.

Things weren't helped by how Jay had looked at him at the packhouse. I knew that look and under different circumstances, I would have been fine with Jay wanting to play with him. Hell, I would have joined in the fun we would have shared him.

But Nick had hurt our mate though and I wanted to hurt him. Jay had been right to send me away. It didn't make being away from them any easier but I couldn't be around Olivia and Everly like this. I'd scare them and that was the last thing that I wanted to do.

I needed a drink or three, something to help take the edge off of things. This was supposed to be

a good day. We'd found our mate and gotten a home in order for our family. I shouldn't be out here taking a walk to get my beast under control, but I couldn't seem to bring him back in. Continuing down the sidewalk, I looked around me at the buildings that lined the street. Spotting what I wanted, a little bar tucked away by an alleyway. It was nothing fancy, just a hole in the wall and it was what I wanted. Turning towards the small brick building, I made my way up to the front. I reached up, pulling on the metal handle of the green door and walking inside.

The smell of cheap beer hung in the air with the lingering smell of fading cigarette smoke. The lights were dim and the back wall was lined with bottles of hard liquor. It was perfect. A man stood at the bar, wiping down the countertop with a rag. He glanced up at me, nodding his head.

I made my way up to the bar, climbing onto one of the barstools. Resting my elbows on the bar, I looked at him. He was a wolf shifter with dark curling hair and deep hazel eyes. A tight white shirt was stretched over his chest and he had on ripped jeans. His hair was brushed back from his slim, angular face. He looked almost familiar.

"What can I get for you?"

"Whiskey." I said and he nodded, turning away from me and grabbing a tumbler. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey from off the back shelf and poured it into the glass before sliding it over to me.

I picked up the glass, nodding towards him. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. We don't get many dragons coming through." He said, watching me as he cleaned the bar.

"The town or your bar?" I asked, lifting my glass to my lips and taking a sip.

"Both. Is it true that you claimed Olivia?"

"Yes. My thrall mate and I've claimed her. Why do you ask?"

He pressed his lips together before looking towards the door at the back of the bar before

looking back at me. "She's family. You planning to treat her right?"