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“I’m so glad you know the name of my executioner,mother.” I spat her name out like a curse. She wanted to be their hero here, but she was nothing but the villain. Her actions were selfish, and she knew it. While I was stuck behind the walls of my prison, she’d raised my mates as her own, knowing full well what was happening to me. She’d chosen my fate. Not the Goddess. Not her brother.Her.
“I know his name because I chose him. Because he is a direct descendant of your uncle. His bloodline comes from the first line of shifters. I murdered my brother to save your life. It was his blood I shed, and it is his blood that must shed yours. And since he is no longer an option, the next best thing is a descendant.”
I was going to vomit. Wolf shoved a nearby bile bag in my face and held my hair back as I emptied the contents of my breakfast into the blue plastic container.
“Don’t worry. You’re not related. All he does is carry the blood of the first line. Nothing more.”
“Well, I’m so glad I don’t have to worry about that on top of everything else.”
“Freya, if you don’t let him sacrifice you in two nights’ time, you will doom our race. There will be no more new shifters, no more mates. Some shifters require mates, Freya, to survive, and without them, they wither away into nothing. Female shifters won’t be able to get pregnant by either humans or shifters. The shifters create a balance in the world, Freya. They were meant to be here. They’ve become an intricate part of nature and magic. Without them, the ecosystem and the balance of our world will fall into chaos.”
What pretty words from the mouth of a liar. I’d heard enough. When had the world ever done anything for me?
I paused, turning my gaze to my mates. It had given me them, and I’d be damned if I let that slip through my fingers. I turned to the woman who’d birthed me. Who’d saved me.Who would sacrifice me. There was nothing there but an empty, hollow feeling. Time and tragedy had changed her, but I wouldn’t let it change me.
“Well, mother, let the world burn.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
She was up to something.
Freya.
She’d walked away from Granny…her mother—Goddess, I still couldn’t get used to that—and told her to let the world burn. Except I could feel her tension. The push and pull of her conscience. Her anxiety left a bitter tinge to the air that had my wolf pacing frantically.
Something was up.
My lips mashed hungrily against hers, our tongues tangling as I worked a hand under her shirt. Freya had jumped us the moment we were behind closed doors. Wolf was stretched out beside her on the bed, her hand running over his lean torso to his shoulders while he leaned into her hair, breathing her in.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear before it trailed down the side of her jaw. “You smell so good.”
Breaking the kiss, I pulled her shirt over her head, licking my lips at the sight of her braless chest. Wolf crowded into her side as I kissed a path down her supple skin, swirling my tongue around her navel before pushing her leggings down her thighs.
“Fucking feels good too,” I whispered against the soft curls covering her mound. Red, just like her hair. She parted her legs for me, letting out a small scream that faded into a wanton moan when my teeth dug into her inner thigh. Wolf chuckled as he stood, delighting in the playful whimper she’d given him the moment his heat left her side.
Good. We wanted her to crave our warmth. Our knots. Wolf quickly shed his clothing, grabbing the small knife from the pocket he kept it secure in. Knowing exactly where he was going with this, I unbuckled my belt, slipping it through the loops of my jeans, and tossed it to him.
He smirked. My little omega’s eyes widened with shock and desire as he secured her wrists to the headboard. She’d gotten a look at my darker proclivities, but she had yet to delve into Wolf’s. He loved to play this game, and I loved to watch.
Wolf placed the flat of the blade against her bare skin and dragged it across, keeping the blade safely angled away. The sensation of cold steel on her skin drew a gasp from her parted lips.
Leaning toward her, his knee pressed into the mattress, he pressed the knife to her cheek, watching her eyes widen slightly in fear before pulling the tip across her throat, gentle as a whisper.
“Lick it,” he ordered her, his voice raspy with desire. Holding her gaze, he held the blade to her lips and waited. Her tongue darted out to tentatively lick the harsh metal, her eyes never leaving his. Fuck, my cock was about to tear a hole in my jeans.
We’d played this game when we’d share one of the club girls. Not only was it hot as hell, but it also gave us a flow of pure sensory data with each move. Breath. Vocalization. Physical response. Body language. Facial expression. It was like picking up a guitar you’d never played before, giving it a strum, tuning it, learning its quirks and specificities.
The difference with Freya was that we actually gave a shit about her. We were in deep, and that meant we could fall deeper once we were in the middle of this dance. We could absorb her tension, adrenaline, and need and put it back into her, feeling us coming together like synching waveforms.
Removing the knife from her lips, he poised the top of the blade over her soft, milky stomach, writing out four letters in shallow scratches, barely marking the skin.
Slut.
Pulling myself from between her thighs, I shimmied out of my pants and unbuttoned my shirt, discarding them on a nearby chair. I strode to the head of the bed and pulled on a small string that connected to the panels above the bed. Several of the tiles flipped to reveal their mirrored sides. Freya’s gasp made Wolf smirk as he ran his tongue over the letters he’d just etched into her.
By now, the room was thick with her arousal. She whimpered as Wolf’s tongue laved at the red scratches on her stomach. Smiling, I pulled out a small ball gag from the nightstand. Crawling back onto the bed, I secured it in her mouth. She struggled, but with her hands bound above her head, there wasn’t much she could do.
“Good girl,” I praised her, running a finger over her pretty pink nipple. She arched her back, pushing them up and forward. I could see her watching my reaction with a clarity and focus that bellied the fact that she was tied to a headboard with a ball gag in her mouth. It was the first time in our mating that I felt the pure heat of her need for attention, admiration, and focused lust.
