The silent room that was full of Kingsmen and Allstars who were making out and playing beer pong a moment before. Even the music stopped. Thankfully, because the assholes had terrible taste.
“Jesus Christ, Helia. The fuck did you do to them?” Beau Bennet circled her chair at a safe distance, though his fingers trailed the back.
My eyes met his, my message clear.
His smile in return was soft, and deadly. “Touch her and…yes, I remember. I also remember that she savedyou. Both of you. Do you remember that?”
I glanced away at the man I had called enemy more than once and might have considered a friend if I didn't want to kill him right now. Instead, I focused on Helia, and my cock swelled in my pants. “I remember.”
Her smile was worth everything we did tonight. Everything we have done together. The cost.
Beau planted his elbows on the wings at the back of her chair and leaned over her space. If I didn’t have her collar wrapped around my throat, and her leash attached to her hand, I’d rip his intestines out with my bare hand right now. But my little wraithfucking leaned back into his space and gazed up at me, then at Kash. Her tongue licked at her lips, and then her legs opened.
So everyone in the room can see her glistening cunt.
I swear my heart stopped beating. My twin panted for her beside me. My cock raged in pure need.
“Please,” I murmured, not caring who hears. Not caring if he heard.
“Louder,” Beau said, calm as he slid his fingers through Helia's hair and tugged.
She sighed.
“Kneel.”
I didn’t know who gave the order, nor did I care. I knelt along with my brother, waiting between her legs where they spread wide for us. The urge to kill Beau dissipated as I waited for her next order, knowing this was a show she put on for us. A torment that she designed for a purpose.
There will be a penance, little wraith of mine.
And we would both enjoy it…maybe even her.
A heel landed on my shoulder, the stiletto point digging in. “Lick.”
The scent of her filled my nostrils. I closed my eyes and leaned forward only to be stopped short by her derisive laugh. Beside me, Kash froze, presumably doing the same thing.
“Mistress?” I murmured, risking her displeasure.
“Did you think she’d let you near her yet? You have to earn it, slut.” Beau glided his hands along her arms, daring to touch her. His gaze glittered into mine as a third soul joined us.
A tiny form, half my height, or less.
Silvie knelt beside me, shivering in the tiny dress that Beau dressed her in tonight. His Toy. A ridiculous notion—perhaps, if I wasn’t the one with my ass on show to the entire fraternity and their sidepieces while I salivated over what I couldn’t have.
“Show them, sweet.” Helia stroked Silvie’s lips with her thumb, barely moving as Beau continued his massage of her arms, apparently with her permission.
And so, I allowed it.
Maybe I could kill him tomorrow. Maybe I wouldn't.
Silvie sighed, settling into her submissive headspace. Her eyes slipped shut as she leaned forward—not to lick Helia’s slicked labia, as I had aimed to do, but across my body and lapped at her leather boot.
“Perfect.” Helia settled back, snuggling Beau’s arms.
A deep growl emanated from my throat, echoed instinctively at my side, the sounds so closely timed that they sounded as one, though I knew she would have caught the fraction of a second's lag.
Helia shot us a hard look that promised more pain and denial, but I didn’t care. “We are guests,” she murmured. “Have some manners, boys.”
I raised my chin and stared her straight in the eye. “My mistress should only be taken care of by the best,” I said bluntly. “And he is…”
