A Friendly Competition

[Atticus’ POV]

I lean forward and press my lips against Tabitha’s as she remains quiet. If only she knew how fucking badly I wanted to take her right here and now because of what I had seen her doing with another.

Never in my life had I felt this fucking possessive over someone, and it was beginning to drive me mad.

“Get some sleep,” I murmur, pulling away and brushing her cheek. “You’re going to need your energy for when I get my hands on you.”

“What about you?” She whispers, clearly feeling the same draw as me. “What will you do?”

“Help that bastard Anthony settle in,” I smirk.

Nodding, she gives me one last look before heading into the room and closing the door so that I’m left alone in the hall.

For a moment, I don’t move as I debate whether or not I really need to go down and deal with him. However, in the end, I move since I didn’t want him to disturb me later when I got my revenge on Tabitha.

When I step into the living room, he is up and alert, and a look of relief colors his