My eyes snapped up.
Hers were closed.
“Would a virgin be this wet?” I murmured, teasing her open with the tip of my finger.
Her hand shot up, gripping my shoulder, nails digging through the fabric of my sweater.
“Try me,” she goaded, voice tight.
“Yeah?” I breathed, pushing a finger into her heat. “You want to take her place? You want to be my little toy?”
She was tight. Then she clenched—trapping my finger. It didn’t stop me. I eased back and pushed deeper—until I hit the soft, unmistakable barrier.
I froze.
She smirked.
“I’mnota fucking liar.”
A virgin. Everly was a virgin, sitting on my lap with a wet pussy and defiance in her eyes.
“Let me take care of this,” I said, sliding my finger free.
“If you’re going to be my toy, you need to learn how to take me.”
There was no hesitation—only lust simmering in her eyes, dark and deliberate.
I brought my finger to my mouth and sucked her arousal from it, slow and deliberate.
“Mmm,” I murmured. “Delicious, fertile pussy.”
This wasn’t about patience anymore. I’d been hard for her since breakfast.
I yanked her sweatpants back up and wrapped my hand around her wrist, hauling her toward the door.
She didn’t speak. Didn’t resist. Just followed—silent, composed, complicit.
But when I turned toward her old bedroom, she dug her heels in.
“No,” she said quietly. “I want my blood on your bed.”
I stopped.
She looked up at me without flinching.
She knew exactly what she was asking for.
She wanted her first time—her blood—on the same bed her mother used.
She wanted to be fucked there.
She was just as twisted about Eris as I was.
“You’ll make the perfect toy for me, Everly.”
I stepped in close, my voice dropping. “You want me to fuck you—breed you—on my old marital bed?”
She nodded.
