Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
I push against her back until she turns and looks up at me. Cutting a quick glance around the space, I lean closer. “You don’t want to be here,” I whisper.
Her pupils dilate, a small frown building along her brows. “I don’t…think I want to be here.”
“You should go.”
“I’m going to—to go,” she stutters, shrinking into herself as her features pull tight. Gripping her shoulders, I spin her around, and slowly, she walks off.
I focus back on Creed.
He watches the girl walk off, shaking his head at me. “You shouldn’t do that here.”
“Fuck off, like you don’t sit around doing worse. Why do you seem unfazed hearing Mom and Dad are coming next week? What do you know?”
“I don’t know shit. Why, what’d you do?” He raises a dark brow.
I flip him off and he chuckles.
Legend nudges my arm with his when I lower back into the chair. “Don’t stress on it,” he says. “If there’s something we need to worry about, they’ll tell us. They never leave us in the dark.”
That’s my youngest brother for you, always the optimist.
The conversation ends and we’re done here.
Time to call Sin back. If he didn’t pick a girl for the night by now, I’ll be doing the picking.
I pull his number up, but before I can hit send, my head is yanked left.
The white-haired girl is there, my brother’s shirt wrapped in her fist, and then her chest hits his.
My spine stiffens, eyes narrowing as her lips crush his.
Sinner responds instantly, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in tight as he takes control of her mouth.
Heat washes over me from head to fucking toe.
It’s burning.
Fucking smoldering, and if I were gifted with the touch of fire, there’s no doubt in my mind flames would burst from my fingertips.
Need and something foreign prick along my skin, and my cock jumps in my jeans. I don’t realize I’m standing until Creed smacks my arm.
“Looks like Sin found that toy,” he says, and everyone rises with his words.
I ignore them, my muscles flexing, tongue running along my lower lip as I stare at the pair. At the girl.
Yes. Her.
She’s the one for tonight. Mine.
For tonight.
Sin starts to back her up, leading her toward the fence, and I take a single step forward.
Cool liquid splashes over my arm, soaking through my hoodie, and I growl, whipping around to glare at the stupid fuck who spilled it on me.
“Watch your-fucking-self,” I snap.
The Giftless prick lifts his hands, the now empty cup still in one. “Whoa, bro, you bumped into me.”
I dart toward him, my blood thrashing within my body, adrenaline peaked as a swift shadow of anger falls over me.
My hand flies out before I realize it, eyes trained on the weak fucker’s throat, and I know I’m about to put him out, but suddenly Creed is between us, his fingers tight around my wrist as his eyes lock with mine.
My muscles in my neck stretch, my limbs shaking, but then I blink.
Creed’s grip eases, his chin lowering as he studies me. “What the fuck is with you tonight?”
I yank from his hold, shrugging. “I’m good. Grab the girl and go—”
My words cut off when I look back, Sinner headed this way with a smirk, the girl nowhere to be found.
He reaches us, opening his mouth to speak.
“Where is she?”
Sin narrows. “Who?”
“The girl whose face you were eating.”
“Oh, her.” He grins, popping a single shoulder. “Running from some dude.”
My frown builds, but he smacks me on the shoulder. “It’s all good, brother. I got us one.”
As if on cue, a girl in a short blue dress slides up wearing a shy smile. I can smell her desperation from here. Her hair is as brown as her eyes.
She’s too tall. Too basic.
But she’ll do.
Swallowing my annoyance, I step in front of her, pressing my knuckles beneath her chin and tipping her eyes up to mine. Her pupils dilate as I say, “You took shrooms tonight. The trip is going to be hard, but you’ll only do what you want to do.”
Slowly, she nods, taking Sin’s hand when he offers it to her, and then we’re cutting out on this poor excuse of a party, headed back toward Rathe U for a real one.
Three
Knight
I don’t give enough fucks to ask for her name. I don’t know if it’s because the white-haired Giftless burned through my mind like a fucking fiery tornado, turning everything I thought I wanted to ash, or because everything in this world is tasteless. Fucking dull. It leaves me bored. The Giftless parties are always shit. Chasing what we play with on a daily basis by consuming alcohol until we eventually give up.
I mean, it’s cute. Until it’s boring.
“Where are we going?” the girl asks, bouncing on top of my lap. I hold her still by squeezing her sharp hips, shifting her weight to Sin. “Is this another party?” Fuck, I can’t be bothered with her. Every time she touches me, I want to cut her hands off. I mean, I could…