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)
The music is loud and rowdy as I swipe the dollar bill that’s rolled up and shove it up my nostril.
Why the fuck am I so bothered?
I squeeze my eyes closed to shut out the raw memories. The way my lips turned to fire as soon as theirs touched. The way heat rushed through my body when her hand came to the back of his neck. I felt it. I felt it all. It was as though her touch burned me without even so much as meeting my skin.
A hand slides beneath the waistband of my jeans and my eyes fly open as I slam my glass of bourbon onto the counter, clearing my nostril.
“Hey,” her familiar voice purrs from behind as she kisses a trail up the side of my arm. Her fingers inch farther beneath my jeans, and every second they’re on me, I want to tear them off. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I lean down until our eyes collide. “Hey.”
Alexandra Kova has been around my dick more times than she hasn’t since we were old enough to want sex. When she’s not with me, she’s with Sin. And when she’s not with Sin? I don’t give a fuck where she is. There are many things that separate the Gifted and the Giftless, and this is one of them. We don’t waste our time being faithful to every person we’re fucking. We don’t even do the whole girlfriend or boyfriend thing, not in the way others understand anyway. Do many of us have a preferred person to call on for occasions that require a body at our side? Sure, but that’s pretty much where those paltry titles die.
We owe no one our loyalty until we meet our mate, and for me? I wanna stay way the fuck away from that. I don’t need a weakness in my life, and people can talk that shit up as much as they want, but a mate is a fucking liability. A straight up weakness. It’s a target for every enemy you have, and thanks to mine and my brothers’ bloodline, we’ve got a lot of those.
Alex’s blonde lashes fan out over her puffy cheeks. She’s cute enough. With a heart-shaped face, green eyes, and an ass to grab on to, she’s perfect for keeping my dick warm. “Shall we play?”
I find Sin instantly, and I’m not at all surprised that he’s already watching our exchange from behind his glass of vodka. He wants it more than I do. I can see the hunger in his eyes, forever there and never quenched, but I’ve never felt it the way I had tonight. Like I was the one standing before the white-haired wonder.
I look back down at Alex. “Give us a good enough show, and yeah, maybe. But Sin brought a friend back.”
She shrugs, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. “The more the better, remember? I play to fuck, lover. Nothing more, and nothing less.”
I stand straight. “Well, go on then…go show us why you’re worth it.”
When we were ten years old, Alex made it her mission to become a Master of Magic. She’s an overachiever at heart.
She slowly plucks away her clothes, until she’s standing in her bra and underwear, closing the distance between her and Sin. The music has shifted to a song by The Weeknd and I watch eagerly as her hips ride the beat. This will pull me out of my shit mood. It has to. It always has. I’m not just talking about Alex, I’m talking about sex. It’s the greatest outlet for our kind, and we all harness it often. Stimulation does something to our blood, and it’s a sensation we’re wired to chase.
I shoot back the rest of my bourbon, and it’s not until the alcohol burns down my throat that I realize I don’t give a fuck about whatever she’s doing, and if I grind my teeth anymore, I am going to have none left. Anger simmers beneath my skin like a volcano waiting to erupt.
I need to get the fuck out of here. The stench of magic is thick in the air, the music a mere backdrop to the slight moaning in the background. Alex falls backward slightly, until air separates her body from the ground. She pinches her nipples, arching her back before her other hand slowly dips beneath her underwear. The show is for Sin and me, but she’s putting it on for everyone else, too. She loves the attention more than she loves anything else, and fucking not just one, but two royals? Well…it gets her whoever and whatever she wants. Being a Power Bank, someone whose strongest source of power comes from sucking it out of others’ energy sources, mostly from the Giftless being their energy, is particularly untapped compared to our kind. So yeah, she’s a hell of a performer.