My movements stutter and nearly stop, but a hard slap to my left ass cheek lets me know that’s the wrong decision.
“No you don’t, keep going,” Owen commands. The handle of his knife inches a little more inside of me.
Shallow thrusts increase as he bites down on my clit, and I’m soaring. My vision blinks out. All I see is white as I scream my release, careful to not clamp my teeth on Owen’s dick. My body shakes, riding out my orgasm just as he shoots down my throat.
“Shiiit-tt-tt-tt,” Owen mutters, between twitches, his leg jumping slightly as he continues to work the bundle of nerves between my legs.
I suck him in until he softens in my mouth and I release him. My head angles in time to watch as he slowly pulls the handle from inside of me and sucks it into his mouth.
“Holy shit,” I whimper, turned on all over again.
“One day, I’ll have your virgin blood on this knife,” he grunts.
My body continues to jerk until it finally settles, and I’m a pool of jelly on top of him.
He carefully lifts me, positioning my body on the bed between him and Wyatt. The three of us lie languidly in varying stages of bliss, my hands resting on their arms as Wyatt plays with my hair and Owen massages circles into the inside of my wrist.
“Now that’s a way to convince me to get the implant,” I joke, and they both sigh with a contented laugh.
23
WES
Owen and Wyatt sit like proud peacocks across from me, both their faces painted with a euphoric calmness. I’m tempted to ask them what has them looking like they just had the best nut of their lives, but I feel like I already know the answer.Her.It’s always her— Ariah Bish-Bradford.
She’s the reason every man in this room, myself included, has their emotions plastered on usually more stoic faces.
I can’t deny I was wrong about who she was, but I wasn’t wrong about the chaos her presence is causing. It’s obvious she didn’t know who she was. She never adhered to one rule since stepping foot in this town— constantly challenging me at every turn.
Now we know she’s a goddamn original bloodline.The original bloodline.The Bradfords established this town, and while it may carry my last name, it was only named that because William Bradford willed it. Her existence raises more questions. How were they able to stay hidden so well? What happened to shift the power out of their control? I hope Lev was able to dig up more information on what happened to the Bradford line.
Staring in his direction, I take Lev in. He looks like he’s in the battle of his life. He’s focused on his computer, eyes flitting across the screen as his fingers move deftly against the keys. Whatever he sees causes his jaws to clench with enough force that it sets my teeth on edge.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I lean over and ask.
“Nothing,” he grumbles, side-eying me. “We need to iron out the details on how we plan to dig up information on Elise and how long our fathers have known of her existence.”
He’s redirecting— Lev’s favorite pastime. I scowl but let it go for the time being. If he doesn’t want to talk yet— fine.
“Are you two love birds fighting?”
“Trouble in paradise?”
Owen and Wyatt tease at the same time, their words jumbling together.
I flip them both the middle finger and wait for Lev to start us off.
The door to the room swings open, and a frustrated Sebastian storms into the room.
“Can we send a message to whoever killed the other girls and ask them how much they’d charge to get rid of my problem?” he gripes.
I wonder what she’s done now?
“Vivian still not taking the hint?” Owen asks, lifting a butterfly knife to his nose and inhaling it. His eyelids half-mast, fluttering as his lips part just enough, releasing an inaudible sigh.This guy and his knives.Only he would sniff metal and be turned on. “We don’t need that twisted fuck... I’ll gladly slice her in half for free,” he volunteers.
Sebastian’s scowl turns upward into a mischievous smirk, his cerulean eyes glint with the promise of being rid of Miss Taylor. “I’ll definitely let you know if it really does come down to it.”
“If you assholes are done, we have bigger problems thanVivian Taylor,” Lev snaps.
