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)
I look at Khalil and then Seth. The latter is practically bouncing from excitement. If it were up to me, I’d choose someone with fewer claws and teeth for Seth’s first time with a woman, but it’s not like we had options. And even if we did, he’d still choose her. Seth would beg to bleed for her.
I shove her into him, and he catches her. “Gonna give it to her good,” Seth promises.
She goes to Khalil next. He catches her by the neck and plants a kiss on her lips. Aurelia squeals and tries to turn her head this way and that, but Khalil follows her, keeping their lips connected until he’s good and ready. When he breaks the forced kiss, he stares down at her like someone standing over a buffet after a years-long fast. “I thought you’d never ask, Goldilocks.”
When he shoves her toward me, I don’t try to catch her.
I let her fall to her knees at my feet and wait while she stares at the floor for a moment, her entire body trembling as she tries to find a way out of this. I don’t let her think for long before I grab Aurelia under her arms and haul her back to her feet.
“The answer is no. There’s nothing you can do or say to change our minds. You’re ours until we’re done with you.”
There’s disdain in her eyes when they search mine. I expect tears, pleas, or even an attempt to appeal to our good side. I even expect another loogie.
I don’t expect her to lean her head back and then drive it forward as hard as she can.
Because Aurelia’s so much shorter, she’s in the perfect position to minimize damage to herself while maximizing my pain. The skin of my bottom lip splits the moment her head connects with my face. Pain bounces between my teeth like the vibration of a bell after it’s struck.The last of my resistance falls away the moment the metallic taste of my blood fills my mouth. I need to have this woman as surely as I need air to breathe.
While blood is still pooling in my mouth, I tighten my hold on her arms. My grip isn’t tight enough to warrant her cry of pain until I remember the second-degree frostbite on her arms. I use her distraction to press my lips against hers, but I go a step further than Khalil, shoving my tongue between her lips and making her swallow my pain.
I accepted a long time ago that there would be no redemption for me, but fuck…Aurelia tastes like the forbidden fruit that cements my place in hell.
She cries and struggles when she tastes my blood, but it only makes me devour her faster. It’s the first of many times that blood will be shed—from both sides, I’m sure.
Aurelia will never know this, but if she’d kept her mouth shut and played the helpless damsel in distress, the worst thing I might have done was toss her out into the snow to die, but she had to go and make herself a challenge.
She had to prove that she could handle us.
We rarely do anything if it’s not unanimous, and now it’s three against one. The way it should be.
Khalil and Seth are still closing in when I finally come up for air and turn her around to face them. She belongs to them, too, and though having to share is a novelty that will take some time to get used to, it already feels natural.
Aurelia pants hard, too focused on catching her breath to notice them, but then she does, her wary gaze bouncing between them when Seth and Khalil block out the rest of the den.
It might be wishful thinking or my imagination amusing itself, but I swear she presses closer to me for protection before remembering I’m her dragon, too, and there are no white knights here.
Aurelia makes a sound of distress. My dick twitches in my sweats, liking the sound, even while her gasps draw my attention over to Khalil.
I give him a less-than-amused look when I see what startled her.
Khalil has already whipped out his cock, stroking the thick length shamelessly with his gaze fixed on Aurelia’s chest, which is half-exposed from her struggles. “You would be the first with your dick out,” I remark wryly.
Without looking away from her breasts, Khalil shrugs. “Show us your tits, Goldilocks.”
Our girl stubbornly remains motionless, so I grab her hands. She growls like a feral cat as I lead them to the top of her dress and force her delicate fingers to curl around the material. Her long, flowing sleeves hang off her shoulders naturally, so there isn’t much holding her dress up except the fragile knot forming a keyhole in her bodice and the silk laces of her corset that are already dangerously loose.