Chapter TWELVE-MAX

“Excuse me, sir?”

I was straight up, going to kill the young punk who was knocking on the glass of my half-open window. Who did this punk think he was, interrupting my first taste of my promised?

“Uh, sir? I have to keep the line moving. Do you have your ticket?”

I turned my head and glared at the kid, well aware my eyes were likely red, amped as I was.

She smelled so good. having her this close and not being able to claim her was the sweetest kind of torture. I was surprised my dick hadn’t punched a hole through my pants yet.

I stared at the punk. Not sure who the hell thought it was a good idea to bring back the mullet, but I wanted to grab this kid by the party in the back tail he had and toss his ass far away from me and my mate.

I didn’t, of course. Harming humans was not something any super should ever do.