Sex takes the edge off.
Hunting satisfies it.
And killing feeds it…and transforms me.
Killing strangles the deepest part of me—the part that only quiets when blood spills, when bones break, when there’s nothing left but submission, then silence, then the soul slipping away….by my hand.
But sex with Briella? Fucking her to oblivion and watching my brothers do the same—it didn’t simply take the edge off. Somewhere between hunting and killing, it makes me eager to explore more.
Vincent shrugs into his hoodie and jeans as usual, while Rory dons his dark gray pants with his usual sleek suspenders.
I wear a casual suit with the white sleeves rolled up to my elbows, collar loose with no tie. Dark gray vest. Presentation is everything, even in my own home.
“I’m going to pump my dick so hard into her cunt, she’ll be pissing fire for a week,” mutters Rory.
“Sour grapes,” Seth coughs mockingly, and Rory throws him a daggered glare.
“Rory Conor,” I summon him with a dark bite in my voice.
He jerks his head up at the sound of his middle name, eyes widening like he knows he’s in trouble. We have no last names.
One crook of my finger, and he obeys, stomping toward me, fists at his sides. I permit all emotions—just as long as they submit. At times, Rory is like a rabid dog. A wolf who requires a firmer hand.
I will use that hand.
Once he steps closer, I reach out and seize his ruined ear. A savage snarl and feral screech leave his throat as I bring him to his knees.
It’s not the pain. It’s the control.
Once he’s properly cowed, I release his ear and pat his cheek with my fingers, bloody from the reopened wound. “Let this pain serve as a reminder of what will happen if you fuck her before the two-week healing period. If you do, I will take what is left. Is that understood?”
He fumes through his flaring nostrils, eyes brandished like weapons, but he thrusts his chin out with a hard nod. “Unless she begs for it.” He tests his limits with a cruel grin.
Rory requires a delicate balance. So, I throw him a bone. No meat but a bone. “Unless she begs for it. Now…” I unzip my trousers and take my hardness out. “Pay your tribute and express your gratitude. Eat it.”
With blood dripping from his ear, Rory lowers his head and begins to devour. Not suck. Not lick. Not drink. Eat. For that is what gods do.
Gripping his thick hair, I hammer into his mouth, not holding back, pounding his throat. His erection bulges in his pants. “Seth,” I growl and jerk my chin down.
Always so submissive, Seth doesn’t hesitate in kneeling beside Rory before taking out his partner’s cock, fisting the beastly erection, and closing his mouth around the dick.
Briella’s screams, Rory’s submission, and Seth’s obedience get me harder. I thrust with power. A groan vibrates in my chest.
The vision of her pissing all over my brothers like a vengeful queen gets me hardest. I jerk forward and bury myself in Rory’s throat, shooting my cum inside, pleased when he swallows every drop.
Another feminine scream from the bathroom.
“Fuck!” Rory growls and comes, spraying his ejaculation all over Seth’s face and neck. Seth just grins, trying to catch whatever cum he can, always a slut for his partner.
They are all my partners in a way.
Blood is not what ties us. Nor pain. It’s deeper.
We were born in blood, sharing the same trauma bonds, the same damnation. We clawed, spit, and scraped through that hellhole together, and what we couldn’t kill, we carried. They’re not just brothers. They are my chains and my scars.
Now she is, too.
In the moment we finish dressing, and Seth wipes the cum off his face, Jude emerges with a naked Briella in his arms. Exhausted. Boneless. But her flushed state, glazed eyes, and silly smile prove how well Judeservedher in the bathroom.
