Page 19 of Fate of a Faux


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She stops then, lifting her leg and spreading it until she’s wide open before us, her foot balancing on the edge of the couch.

I drink her in, my mouth watering, chest rumbling at the sight of her bare pussy. Her hand slides along her thigh then, and I trail her tiny fingers all the way to the apex of her thigh. Toward my mark.

A spark ignites beneath my skin and my cock hardens, my tongue running along my lower lip as I watch her caress the spot, and I swear to fucking hell, I feel her touch inside me.

Deep beneath my flesh and bone, she strokes the monster there with every brush of her finger. Her hand glides higher, fingers slipping between her legs.

A low groan sounds, but it’s not mine. It comes from beside me, breaking through the lust.

All at once, we move. I twist and my brothers jump from their chairs, swiftly putting distance between us before I tear their eyes from their heads.

They don't get to look at her. To see her cunt that belongs to me.

I growl in their direction, head whipping around to look at the source of the problem.

“London,” I rumble, my chin tipping to my chest.

The doors behind her burst open then, and Silver comes running in.

“She’s g— ” He comes to a screeching halt at the sight of her naked ass. “Oh fuck.”

“Yeah, too late,” Sin laughs as Legend screams,“Silver, run!”

Silver’s panic-filled eyes fly to mine, and cautiously he takes a slow step backward. “Knight...”

My lip curls, and I feel my gift rise to the surface. Before I realize it, I’m moving at the speed of light, his throat locked in my hand and body lifted into the air.

I squeeze, crushing his windpipe, my lips parting with a growl.

“I—”

A husky, drunken chuckle has me blinking, and slowly, I look over my shoulder.

She’s sitting on the couch now, legs stretched at her sides in a full fucking split, pussy open and wet.

“Fuck,” Creed snaps from somewhere, and when they're all before me, I free Silver, who I'm only half holding on to now.

“What’s the matter, my lord?” She runs her fingers through her pussy lips. “You don’t want me. I don’t want you ... so why can’t I have them? I only have three holes, but I bet we can be creative for the fourth. Especially with Sinner’s…imagination.”

I dart toward her, but her hand swiftly goes to my mark on her neck and I still, the sensations of before washing over me.

Want. Need.

Fuck, I can feel my cock wrapped in her heat. It’s like I’m inside her here and now.

She laughs again. “Yeah, that’s a nasty little trick I learned by mistake.”

“I’ll kill you,” I force past clenched teeth, desire flooding my every fucking vein, eyes glued to the rhythmic way she rubs my mark on her satiny skin.

My mark.

Mine.

Fuck!

She chugs more scotch, the shit ten times more potent than the stuff she’s used to. “I bet this one’s your favorite...”

Her fingers, coated in her arousal, trace my bite on her thigh and something knocks at my chest.

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