Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
I shuffle on my feet. “Bakers? Yeah, they are.”
Bishop grunts through the phone. “Kill them.”
Priest and Vaden both glower.
“We planned to. Is there a special reason why you want us to?”
The parents haven’t had anything to do with this group since they have only just resurfaced.
“I don’t know yet. I’ll let you know once I do. And tell my son to turn his fucking phone on.”
I hang up when the line goes dead.
“Dad?” Halen creeps up from behind us and I almost forgot that she was here.
“Mmhmm…” Priest eyes her suspiciously. It’s a habit, keeping shit from the three of them as much as we can. A habit I’m aware we all need to break. “You ready for the ritual?”
Halen doesn’t waver. “Yes, Priest. I’m ready, as are Stella and River.” Her mouth snaps closed, as she tilts her head to the side. She studies us for a moment, before leaning forward onto her tippy-toes. “Are you all ready?”
I lower myself down onto the stray tree trunk farther away, but annoyingly closer to Katsia. I can’t be bothered with the sibling fight.
She uncrosses her leg, her bare feet coming into view. “Hmmm… can I guess that the little Queens are misbehaving?”
“Shut up, Katsia.”
I should have known better than to expect her to listen.
My eyes drift up to Halen when Katsia trails her finger up my outer thigh. No doubt her cherry red lips will be turned upward. “Did your dad ever tell you about his and the last Katsia’s history? He had a thing for her too.”
I blink lazily, watching as Halen’s eyes turn to slits before they fall to where Katsia’s hand rests on my inner thigh. I could kick the bitch off. I don’t want her rubbing up on me, and furthermore, her doing this doesn’t benefit the bigger picture shit, but I keep it there, spreading my leg wide to give her more access.
The vein on the side of Halen’s neck flutters, her lips parting slightly. Tension cracks through the air as her knee bounces. Drop the fucking façade, Halen. I won’t let my mind wander back to what happened thirty minutes ago and how goddamn unaffected she was. I’m betting it got to her. You’re not as fucking slick as you think you are.
This has nothing to do with how intimidated she is of Katsia either. I know that’s a fucking lie. Yeah, Katsia is hot. There’s no denying that. She knows how to do what she does, and she does it well, but she’s easy prey. Merely something to pass the boredom while you wait for the chase.
Halen isn’t hot. She’s fucking lethal. The kind of woman to pluck someone like Katsia out and feed them to stray dogs so that she can be owned by the wolf.
“Katsia?” Her name leaves my mouth through a smirk, but I keep my eyes on Halen. “I’m gonna go ahead and do you a solid by—”
She moves her hand up, brushing my cock through my jeans as the tip of her tongue slides over the side of my neck. The damn bitch is calculated, and she’s about to equal exactly eighty-six. “I miss your tongue in more ways than—” Halen throws herself at Katsia in a flurry of rage and silver.
“Oh, shit.” I jump up from the trunk, my arms spread wide with a laugh. Leaning to the side, I bite down on my lower lip to stop myself from losing my shit as Halen has her straddled by the chest.
She presses the sharp tip of the Hayes family blade against the bottom of her chin, leaning in close until she’s hovering above Katsia’s face. She’s at least smart enough to shut the fuck up now. “I don’t like you much.”
Katsia’s brow arches. “I didn’t notice.”
Halen must dig the blade in further because Katsia’s face pales. “You don’t touch him.”
My eyes roll and I bite down on the groan that ripples through me, heading straight for my cock. Before I can open my eyes, I feel the point of her knife against the zipper of my jeans.
My smirk turns into a flash of white teeth and dimples when I open onto her, tilting my head down to her height. She’s a little fucking thing but, fuck me, she can hold her own.
Check. Fucking. Mate. My girl is pissed.
Good.
She leans in close with a wide smile, patting my chest with one hand while keeping the blade against my cock with the other. “I know what you’re doing.” Her eyes lower to my lips. “And I’d suggest you not do it again before I do something crazy, like… oh, I don’t know…”
My hips buck forward in challenge, pushing against the knife. I bend to catch her jaw with my teeth while holding in a deep chuckle. “Kill me? Cut my dick off? Give me your worst. It’s all foreplay to me, Halo.”