My entire body tenses. “Fuck her last night? What are you talking about? Of course he didn’t fuck her last night…”
I look at Lucien, but he won’t glance up. His hair still covers his face. His posture is tense.
“Lucien. Tell him.”
The tension in the air only increases as he remains silent, and I feel the calmness inside of me, the shock, being replaced by anger.Is that what we were feeling last night? All the arousal, all the need, was that because they were fucking and not the dragons?If he touched Harper, I honestly think I might kill him.
“Speak,” I bark the word.
Lucien looks up, swallowing the rest of his drink and putting it down beside him. “Last night, after I saved Harper from Tesson, we wound up in her room, and one thing led to another–”
Gareth leaps out of his seat and tackles Lucien, sending the chair he’s on flying back. They scuffle on the floor, punching each other, grabbing each other, doing anything they can to harm the other man. I stare at them for a long minute in shock, picturing Harper with Lucien. I can’t stop thinking about just how many times I shamefully got myself off last night, feeling the waves of arousal that I couldn’t fight.
He was with her? He touched Harper? But… she’s mine, isn’t she?
I knew I’d have to share her in theory. I knew that my brothers would get to touch her too. But I thought I’d have time to process that. To prepare myself. To accept the reality of what that meant. This? This feels like being sucker punched in the face. By my own brother, someone I was growing to trust.
Blood goes flying as Lucien strikes Gareth in the face, and that snaps me out of my stupor. As angry as I am, I’m not about to let my brothers kill each other.
I leap between them and wrestle them apart, pulling Gareth back as he fights against me. He’s a big man, but so am I. And while he’s lost his mind in anger, I’m perfectly controlled, pushing him back until I push him into my chair.
He tries to get up.
“Don’t,” I tell him through gritted teeth. I straighten Lucien’s chair, help him up, then punch him in the face. He hits the ground, and I grab my drink and sit in another spot. “Let’s talk.”
Lucien glares at both of us, glaring as he wipes blood from his mouth, then slips back into his chair. Gareth’s chest is rising and falling rapidly. His gaze is locked onto Lucien. I pray Lucien isn’t a fool, that he keeps his mouth shut until Gareth calms down.
“So, you slept with Harper? You just decided to sleep with her without talking to us? Without coming to some kind of an agreement?”
“Come on. Tell me that if you two had a chance to be with her you’d wait for an agreement,” he says angrily. “I mean, look at her. You wouldn’t tell her no.”
I want to punch him again, but I keep my voice steady. “We’re all engaged to her. We should’ve done this the right way.”
“And what’s the right way?” he asks arrogantly.
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly.
“It should’ve been all of us,” Gareth grits out. “Not one of us. All of us.”
I nod. “That would’ve been the fair way to do it.”
Lucien shakes his head. “Don’t you think that’d be a bit much for her? All three of us at once, the first time?”
“Then it should’ve been me,” Gareth says.
I stiffen. “Or me.”
We all sit in silence, stewing over what exactly would’ve been fair. I might be biased, but I feel like she should’ve been with me first. In many ways, we have the best relationship out of the three of us. If I’m honest, I would’ve thought Lucien would’ve been the last man she’d choose to sleep with.
Then again, he’s good at convincing women to get in his bed.
“You’ve fucked most of the kingdom,” Gareth says angrily, and I can’t help but agree. “You didn’t need to have her too.”
“But I wanted her.” Lucien doesn’t seem the least bit ashamed, or sorry, about what he’s done.
“And you always take what you want,” Gareth snarls.
I sigh, rubbing my forehead. “This isn’t going to work if we fight any time one of us gets her attention and the others don’t.”
