“What?!” I try to crane my neck to the side, but his eyes are closed. How can he be so fucking relaxed?
“Aye, gotta make amends first.”
“What does that mean?”
A deep, dark chuckle. “Means ye beg for my cock, and I fuck you.”
“That. Will.Never. Happen.”
“Ye look mighty pretty with my handcuffs, Lass.”
I tip my head back, searching the ceiling. “Come on, there has to be another way.”
“No better place to bury my hatchet than inside ye, Firecracker.”
“I’d rather shove it up your ass, Red.”
After a few moments of silence, I register the heavy breaths behind me and realize he’s asleep. Maybe Raphael will manipulate the rules since I’d have to make amends with all of them. Share all their beds.
Gathering up the sheets as best I can, I manage to remove Rory’s hand from my breast, settle into the pillow, and fall asleep, wrapped in his stronghold of warmth.
33
Vincent
“VINCENT, YOU AND SETH WILL GET HER CLOTHES…AND HER PLANTS.”
Citizen Soldier Playlist
“Devil Inside”
Rory’s really milking this for all its worth.
But so is Briella.
“Ye’ll be on yer knees for the next three days at every meal, waiting for me to feed you..buck fucking naked.”
Technically, only one…and a half since he lost a good amount of time thanks to her diabolical laxative and poison ivy pranks.
“Ow! Fuck,” he growls when she bites his finger after he feeds her a grape.
Briella smiles sweetly, her brows dancing. Her eyes practically gleam when he starts itching himself again. He looks like he lost a battle with a weedwhacker. He’s only wearing his plaid kilt and suspenders. Nothing on his torso apart from the ruddy curls on his upper chest.
“You should know by now…” Jude interjects from his side of the table, his nose buried in a book. “She bites.” He sips at his coffee, then glances beyond his pages to eye her with a smile. Between that routine medical scan, I recognize the hunger pulsing in his gaze.
Seth’s gaze is glued to her. Not that any of us can stop looking. The marks on her fair skin have begun to heal, fading from red to pink. Jude has still painstakingly bandaged her back wounds, but the stitches are healing nicely.
Tossing her hair over her shoulder, Briella winks at the rest of us before rising on her haunches and touching Rory’s bare abs, purposefully tormenting one of his open sores.
“Bloody hell, woman!” the redhead bellows, smacking her hand away.
“I’m hungry,” she pouts beautifully, her eyes sparkling. “So hungry, I might have to bite somewhere else, Red.”
Even Raphael gets a smirk out of that one.
Rory rushes to feed her a bite of the blueberry pancakes he made earlier. She devours it and doesn’t even flinch when he rubs a thumb across her stiff, pink nipple. I have no idea what happened between them last night, but it seems they’ve turned a corner. The tiniest corner. The broken parts aren’t repaired, but it’s like their broken pieces can coexist.
“Hey,” Seth interjects, waving his fork and summoning Briella. She flicks her eyes to him. “We’ve been so busy introducing you to our life and watching you whip Rory into shape…So, Briella Darling, why don’t you tell us a bit about yourself? Where you from? Hobbies? Favorite color?”
