Sloane wraps his arms around me, and I breathe in his burnt marshmallow scent.
“How are you holding up, Kitten?”
“Surprisingly well,” I murmur, keeping my attention on what's going on in front of me. “A little sleepy,veryhungry, but I’m good.”
“When we get home, I’m running you a bath, rubbing your feet, feeding you while you relax, then you’re going to bed.”
“By the time we get home, it’s going to be the middle of the night. We have too much to do, anyway. The girls need to get situated. I don’t think I’m going to be relaxing anytime soon.”
“Don’t make me tell Emmett on you,” he growls, nipping at my neck. “You can help out with the girls, and also take care of yourself.” He lowers his voice. “And the little one inside you.”
That has me sighing. “You’re right.”
“Sleep when we get home, tomorrow we can do the rest.”
“You'd better wash your hands before you feed me,” I warn him. “Because I don't need to be tasting my own feet.”
He gives me an amused look. “And people sayI’mweird.”
“Because you are.” I grin.
“Brat,” he growls playfully.
“Sausage or knot first is the question,” Silva ponders, making everyone laugh. My eyes widen, and I giggle.
Sloane stares at my sister with horror. “She’s kind of scary,” he whispers in my ear, making me grin wide.Don’t fuck with Silva.
The girls continue to fuck with Gideon as I watch with a sense of messed-up glee.
Then the fucker tries to spit on Lark, and something inside me snaps.
“You need to learn some manners,” I growl, pulling the knife from my boot, before grabbing a chair so I can stand on it.
“Careful,” Sloane cautions, standing behind me.
“I will be,” I murmur, reaching up to slap Gideon across the face, loving the sound of my hand cracking against his cheek. Gonna need a lot of hand sanitizer for what I’m about to do.
“You bitch—!”
Yeah, I don’t want to hear him talk anymore. I shove my hand into his mouth and pull out his tongue. I work quickly, slicing it clean off. Blood sprays, and I grin as Gideon chokes on it.
“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” Sloane crows.
He grabs me by the hips, lifting me off the chair and into his arms.
“That was so fucking hot. You have no idea how hard my cock is,” he growls, kissing me hard.
I giggle into his lips, feeling just how hard he is.
We move to the side and out of the way.
“Hmmm. This looks fun,” Luna muses, lifting the crossbow from the table. “I used to watch archery on television, and always wondered how hard it would be to use one of these.”
“Let’s see what ya got!” I cheer her on as she hits Beth in the shoulder.
“Women don’t groom Omegas to be sold,” Silva says. “They don’t deserve to be called that. I’m offended by the sight of them.”
My jaw drops to the ground as I watch my sister cut off Beth’s and Viv’s boobs! Holy fuck. I think I'm going to be sick. But I’m also disturbingly impressed.
