“Level 2 is done,” Raphael proclaims.
14
Seth
AFTER THIS NIGHT, WHEN SHE SURVIVES, SHE WILL HAVE OUR KINSHIP RIGHTS.
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“Still Breathing”
Rory is staring down at his dick, laughing at the blood, and I lose it.
I don’t give a damn if he’s my partner. It’s because he’s my partner and my foster brother that I can lose it with him.
And I fucking do. I see every shade of goddamn red.
He’s not prepared for the punch. A raw motherfucker of a sucker punch that upends him, and he goes down, crashing to the flat of his back, wind knocked out of him. I don’t give him a chance to recover. I grab a fistful of that red hair and start beating on him. Beating so hard, my fists get bloody.
A savage growl is all the warning I get before he drives his knee into my junk, rolling me over and brawling with me.
I’m still spitting and punching when Vincent grabs him, hauling him off me. And Jude does the same with me.
“Little pussy licking,” Rory growls at me. “And now, you’re pussy-whipped.”
I struggle against Jude, but the son of a bitch uses his military moves, gripping me in a headlock. Vincent has brute strength, and Rory knows not to mess with him. The first time he tried, Vincent knocked him out cold… for a full week. Rory wokeup with a feeding tube and a catheter, and he learned his lesson. Just like he learned when Raph dick-whipped him.
“Rory.”
We all turn to Raphael, and Rory sneers but sighs, relaxing in Vincent’s arms, showing his submission.
“Clean up your mess,” our alpha commands him, and I show my teeth because that’s my job. “Then, use the numbing lube. We will begin Level 3 shortly.”
“Are you fucking crazy?!” I shout at him. “Give her a day, or a fucking hour for God’s sake!”
Raphael narrows his eyes at me. Shit. I recognize that look. He nods to Jude, who instantly releases me.
Even when he’s naked, Raphael is the scariest son of a bitch out there. He doesn’t even move toward me. He simply gestures with his chin… down. Down, boy.
Resentment doesn’t fill me. No, it’s the opposite. My chest fills with gratitude and respect as I take the knee before him, head lowered in submission. Kinship respect.
“Yes, forGod’ssake,” Raphael confirms, lowering his hand to cup my chin, reminding me of my place. Especially when I’m the lowest in the pecking order. “We are all Gods among men. But who is your High God?”
“You, Raphael,” I say without hesitation. Because I’d be dead, we’dallbe dead without him. Even Jude and Vincent, and yes, Rory, all lower their heads in a sign of submission.
“Good. And you may apply the numbing medication to her vaginal cavity.” Yeah, he talks like that.
At least it’s a comfort. A small comfort. Not that it will stop Rory from fucking her like a steel driver. For years, we went through an endless hell in the home we all shared.
This is her trial by fire. One night. Years of hell packed intoonegoddamn night.
After this night,whenshe survives, she will have our Kinship rights. All the rewards that come with it. Freedom to do whatever she wants, short of killing us.
After tonight, we will worship her. And if we wrong her, she may take vengeance.
“Just a little longer, Briella Darling,” I say, partnering with Rory, who begrudgingly works the numbing medication into her back hole, using the syringe.
She winces even in her unconscious state, the chains clicking against the ground. I softly rub the inside of her pussy. It’s red, inflamed, and hot as hell in there. I wonder if it will always know the shape of our cocks from now on.
