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“It’s all up to you, Gem. Be a good girl for us and you can keep your nest, and I’lltreatyou until you can’t walk straight,” he said, his touch tracing my back. “Misbehave, and I'll punish you and takemypleasure using your sweet holes.”
He released me at last and I scrambled to my feet, not meeting either of their gazes. I hoped neither noticed how I shuddered at those words, despising that they did things to me when they had no right to. My legs were still trembling, and I stumbled before catching myself. My nerves were twinkling like Christmas lights, sending sparks of warmth through my bloodstream.
Stupid.
Fuckingstupidand meaningless.
“Shatter?” Dusk asked when I reached the hallway.
I shot him a glance, lips pursed.
“Next time you hang out with Roxy, why don’t you ask how her alphas are treating her?”
TWENTY-ONE
UMBRA
Dusk and Shatter settled into something of a strange normal.
The unusual routine began one morning when we caught her trying to sneak a nightshade-covered scrunchie to freedom in her pocket as we were leaving for classes.
“Couch,”Dusk told her, folding his arms. “Now.”
“What?” Shatter looked so perfectly stunned.
“Wait for me on the couch just like you did the first night you were here.”
“For a scrunchie?” Her voice was weak, eyes darting to me desperately. But there was no way in hell I was arguing if Dusk wanted to give me a show.
“You are breaking our agreement, Gem. You should be glad I’m not dragging you back to your nest?—”
“No!”Her eyes grew wide. “I… I won’t do it again.”
Had anyone ever told her she was aterribleliar? Her eyes flickered to me, all shifty-like. The lie wasn’t exactly directed at me, but clearly she was worried I’d give her a bite for it anyway.
Iwas about to get something just as good as a bite, though, so I didn’t care.
“Couch or nest?” Dusk asked. “Because if you aren’t bent over that couch in the next five seconds, I’ll decide for you.”
Her lips popped open, her cheeks going bright red.
Like the maniac he was, Dusk raised his hand and began putting down fingers. Flustered and furious, Shatter all but ran to the couch, standing up against it. Then she looked back at me and Dusk, expression tight with rage.
Dusk raised his eyebrow, lowering his second to last finger. With a little breath of derision, Shatter lowered herself over the couch arm, giving us both a glimpse of her ass peeking from beneath her skirt.
Dusk crossed toward her, placed a hand on her waist and adjusted her slightly. I think it was so I had a better view.
I appreciated that.
“Lift up your skirt,” Dusk told her.
Her protest was mostly an incomprehensible sound, and her breathing was heavy.
Dusk said nothing, waiting patiently.
Seeming resigned to her own defeat, she reached back with fumbling fingers, tugging her skirt up to reveal little black panties hugging what was, without a doubt, the cutest ass on the planet.
I cocked my head, erection raging in my pants, eyes fixed on the way she was presented to him like that.
