Total pages in book: 194
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
Khalil shoves me away, and my spine smarts when I fly back and crash into the bedpost. The tides have turned, and we’re glaring at each other now as we both try to remember why we can’t tear each other apart. Unlike me, Seth won’t bother trying to break it up. He’ll gleefully watch us kill each other, so I quickly get my temper under control.
Khalil does the same.
“Fuck, it feels good to be free.” Seth rises to his feet and stretches Zeke’s muscles as if he’s indeed been caged for months.
Six, to be exact.
The last time Zeke split and let one of his alters take over had been after a particularly bad nightmare—one terrifying enough to feel real. It had taken us weeks to force Seth back, and during that time, he’d nearly driven us all insane.
Hence Khalil’s reaction to seeing him back.
“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it,” Khalil snarls at him.
Seth feigns a pout and then takes a bored look around the room. I see the moment his gaze catches on the cuffs still looped around the bedposts from the last time he visited us. For the first time, he looks nervous, casting a wary look at us.
I hold his gaze, silently communicating that we’ll use them again if he steps even one foot out of line.
Seth snorts to save face and then returns his attention to the sleeping girl. “I see you two finally stopped being boring,” he says coolly. “Who’s the toy, and when can I play with her?”
“We don’t know,” I answer. “We just found her here, same as you.” Seth hums, the green in his eyes turning acidic as he stares at her. And then he reaches down to adjust his hard-on. “Don’t even think about it.”
“Why not?” he challenges. Seth’s amused gaze flicks over my shoulder, and then he’s smiling like he knows something I don’t. “I’m not the only one.”
Frowning, I look for Khalil and see he’s gravitated back to the bed again. He’s got one arm resting on the canopy as he stares down at our mystery girl with this intensity that can only mean trouble.
I can see him tracing her curves, and there are plenty. He’s making a roadmap of every line he wants to explore—and all the ones he’ll stomp all over if she doesn’t play ball.
Khalil Poverly is somewhat of a legend back in the civilized world—not just from his fighting days but how voraciously he pursued the opposite sex. He was the same in high school, bedding all the girls in our town—and the neighboring ones, too—like it was his mission in life to fuck himself to death.
Going cold turkey had really taken its toll on him the most. It even got so bad he begged me for a handjob once.
I…don’t want to talk about it.
“Stay focused,” I snap.
I don’t bother keeping my voice down, either. The girl hasn’t woken yet and probably won’t anytime soon. The cabin could collapse around her, and she’ll likely sleep through it. From the way things are going, that just might happen.
The idea of fighting my brothers tastes like ash in my mouth, but we don’t need the trouble this girl will inevitably bring.
We need to get rid of her.
Khalil’s voice is thick with lust when he speaks. “Look at her, brother.”
“I’ve seen her.”
I’m wound tight and feeling all kinds of exposed when he drags his gaze away from the girl to hold mine. “Then look again and tell me you don’t want a piece.”
I can’t.
I’ve been so careful not to let my attention linger for that very reason. It feels like a trap for how tempting she is. How easily she calls to my baser instincts like a dog to a whistle. It’s all too convenient how she just appeared out of thin air right when the three of us were splitting at the seams.
I know I shouldn’t trust it, but my dick doesn’t care. Spy or not, she’s a warm, wet hole to get lost in.
Unable to resist the pull, my magnetized gaze is drawn back to the bed, and I don’t look away this time. I drink her in like I’m dying of thirst, and she’s an oasis in the middle of the desert.
Because she fucking is.
She’s everything we’ve been silently craving. The only thing we’ve been without in nine long celibate years.
She’s on her back, but her head is thrown to the side, exposing the graceful slope of her neck and hiding some of her face.
The half I can see pours liquid fire into my belly and hardens my cock.
Even with her eyes closed, she’s fucking breathtaking.
And her body? Fuck me. I want to commit despicable acts to that body.
There’s no recognition, but it doesn’t calm the violence swirling inside, pushing me to punish her for finding us and stirring this storm inside of me.