I twisted my head as much as I could and firmed the glare on my face. “I’ll scream.”
“Yeah?” His lips curled just a bit. The next thing I knew, he had his fingers shoved in my mouth. “Scream now,” he growled, while digging his thumb into the bottom of my chin. “And don’t even think about biting me. If you do… I’ll knock your fucking teeth out.”
What could I do but placate him? I wanted to bite him, every fiber of my being told me too, but I also really liked my teeth, and I fully believed his threat. So, I went still and prayed that if I played the docile kitten, they’d get bored and leave me alone.
That didn’t happen.
I did get a reprieve from the fingers gagging me, though. Once Devlin was satisfied that I wouldn’t fight him, he removed his hand from my mouth. I thought they might knock me around a bit or call me names. Typical bully stuff.
I was so wrong.
Devlin lifted one of his fingers, glistening with my saliva, and pulled on my hair to force me to watch him push it through his lips.
Seeing him suck on the finger he just shoved down my throat should not be as hot as it was. Even if he wasn’t holding me, I wouldn’t have been able to look away. All I could do as his eyes rolled in the back of his head was drop my jaw and gawk.
“You taste pretty sweet,Bréagán.”
A part of me hummed at how his voice flowed smoothly over that word. I hadn’t noticed his slight accent before, but it was there. Hidden just under his deep tone.
Was it wrong that it made him more appealing? The first thing I was going to do—after killing these guys, of course—was look up whatBréagánmeant.
“I wonder…” Devlin leaned in and licked the side of my face. “Do you taste as sweet in other places?”
What?
My heart dropped. He couldn’t mean what I thought he meant.
His fist loosened in my hair, letting my scalp sigh. That small relief was gone the instant his hand inched down my side to my hip.
Oh my God!
My eyes went wide, and I started kicking while screaming out my objections. I didn’t care if he hurt me or knocked out my teeth anymore. The only thing I could focus on was getting his heavy weight off me.
I tried, fought with everything I had. But there were three of them and only one of me. I was easily contained.
Magus took my arm from Wyatt while he shuffled forward to lift my head and clamp a hand over my mouth. When Devlin climbed off me and forced my thighs open, there was nothing I could do but let tears drip from the corner of my eyes.
Then it all stopped.
The room went so still and silent that I even stopped trying to scream from behind Wyatt’s hand. Whatever was happening, the three of them seemed just as shocked as I was.
Did their dad come in?
“Fuck me,” Devlin grumbled and brushed his thumb over a spot on my inner right thigh. “Are you seeing this?”
Seeing what?
Wyatt rose to his knees and glanced over my back. “Yeah, I’m seeing it.”
What the hell were they seeing?
“You know what that means?” Magnus added.
Know what, what means?
Somebody needed to tell me what was going on. Not that any of them would. Assholes just held onto me and ignored my muffled murmurs, which was more frustrating than when they were accosting me.
“You think he knows?”
