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I’m trying to get ready for tonight’s event—a fight night organized at Noire House where the Gathered will mingle and bet on their chosen warriors and bay for blood.
We’ve been back from the island for less than a day, and I can still hear the gentle lull of waves and taste the salt coating my skin.
But now we’ve returned to the mist-coated forest of Port Macabre.
My wolf is on the feature card for this evening’s fights.
I know who my money would be on every time.
And even though they’ve barely filled me in on details for the occasion, instead of leaving me alone to do my hair and makeup, there’s a very naughty boy taunting me with the promise of edging and pleasure while we’re in attendance.
“We’ve also got another present for you.” Ky’s expression is pure, glimmering mischief as he hands me a velvet drawstring bag. “This one is also to be worn underneath your dress.”
Sitting in my towel on the edge of the bed, butterflies take flight in my stomach as I take both gifts from him.
He bends down and captures my lips, stealing my breath and sucking on my tongue for a long moment, before pulling away.
“Hurry up and get yourself ready, baby girl.”
Excuse me while I peel my sanity off the floor. He has no right waltzing in here with a mouth that tempting.
“Sadly, we don’t have enough time for you to sit there drooling over my dick. You’re the guest of honor, don’t forget.”
A petulant snort does nothing to disguise the fact I am, indeed, staring at his groin.
“Oh, really? How could I forget?” I roll my eyes.
“I’ll meet you at the car.” Ky whistles as he saunters out the door, hands shoved in his pockets, fine as ever.
An event at Noire House would be nothing without the heir being present. Even if I’m now fully complicit in mostly everything these men are doing to take my father’s legacy apart. At least now, they seem to trust me enough to know that I am on their side in all of this.
I think.
Heading to my bathroom to finish getting dressed, I let the towel drop and then gasp a little when I catch my reflection.
Bite marks form constellations across my skin, all in various phases of healing. God, the sight of the teeth indents and mottled bruises makes me feel so goddamn powerful. Three murderous, dangerous men…who all took turns claiming me as their own in the most primal of ways.
Men who couldn’t keep themselves off me.
As I twist and turn in order to fully look at myself in the mirror I pick up my phone. Quickly taking photos of my naked body, cataloging the marks they have coated me in. My breasts, thighs, ass—every soft part of me bears evidence of their ownership, and it makes my heart do a little double bounce. Scrolling through my camera roll showcases a record, a living proof of their desire for me.
While I’m certain to never experience love from these men, at least I’ll have this reminder long after the marks currently embedded in my skin heal and fade.
There’s a broad grin fighting to take over my face as I set my phone back down and swipe up the small bag. Pulling open the drawstrings, the contents are revealed and I can’t help but bark out a laugh. Why am I not surprised? It’s a small, black, conical-shaped device, one that I recognize is usually controlled with a remote—although that part of the toy is missing. It winks at me with a matching purple jewel on the flared end.
And it is most definitely meant to go in my ass.
A very, very naughty boy indeed.
I wonder if the others know about Ky’s little plan for getting up to mischief tonight, and if they do, the bubble of a thought that they’ve all been talking about this among themselves makes my core flood with heat.
Well, I am certainly not one to back down from this challenge, and if multiple orgasms and having all of my men inside me is promised at the grand climax of this evening, then I’m going to be the Belle of this fucking ball.
Two sets of eyes devour me in the vehicle’s rearview mirror, all the way to Noire House. It’s late, the forest is blanketed by night. Raven left much earlier with the now-familiar rev of his bike to prepare for his bout. Thorne drives us through the darkened and deserted streets of Port Macabre, and Ky fills the front passenger seat.
I had to shoo him off when he tried to dazzle me with that charming smile and slip in the back alongside me. There was zero chance of arriving in any fit state to attend the evening if he came near with those wandering hands. Especially knowing the secrets going on beneath my dress, he’d have been trying to slip into more than just the backseat of this car.
When we pull up outside the mansion, Ky is quick to open my door and help me out. His tongue touches against his canine as he extends a hand in my direction. As I slide out, my dress’ high slit opens to reveal my tattooed thigh, and I eat up every moment he appreciates what I’m wearing tonight.
