JEREMY
I pound harder. Fuck, I need to do it harder.
The moans send a shot of pleasure and urge down my spine.
All I can think about is Hope. I can never stop thinking about her, even as the begging follows the screams.
"Jeremy." The plea is breathless. But it's not good enough.
"Jeremy, what?" I demand through gritted teeth, sweat dripping down my face and body.
It will never be. Not until I see Hope up and alive again.
"Jeremy," the blonde-haired girl calls. "Please stop."
I look over to her, my claws suspended over the massive wood just an inch away from Kathrina's face.
She looks a little nauseous, but I can't find it in myself to care right now.
I've been pounding the hard wood over Kathrina's head for the past few minutes, and until she tells me why the hell my brothers and my mate are unconscious, I'm never letting her go.
Kathrina's moans are full of agony, and her desperate pleas make me feel as good as I'm capable of feeling.
But it's not fucking enough.
