She entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
“Uh-oh, am I intruding?” She played with one of her hoop earrings. “Brody, right? Heather’s alpha…?” She paused, leaning against the door with her foot propped up and her arms crossed. “How’s your wife?”
Brody rolled his eyes, irritated by my sister’s interruption, whereas I wanted to cry in relief. “What do you want?” he asked through clenched teeth. “We’re busy.”
“Well,” Latoya began, “I wanted to get high.” She pointed to the joint, that I didn’t remember dropping, under Brody’s heel. “Now I’ll settle for your fucking hands off my sister.”
Brody forced me around and pulled me hard, my back slamming against his chest. He gathered my braids to one side, leaving my neck exposed. “Is that what you want, my little kitten?”
I glanced up at Latoya. Her eyes flickered to where my hands fidgeted with my bracelet, and she gave her head a furtive shake.
“I really would like to get back to the party,” I all but pleaded.
Brody snickered, running a finger down the side of my neck. My body betrayed me, and I shuddered, prompting him to moan in response. “No,” he breathed. “I don’t think so.”
“Brody—”
He glared at my sister. “That’s Alpha Brody to you, you filthy runt. Now, get the fuck out.” He kissed my exposed skin. “The kitten and I have to make up for lost time.”
Latoya pushed herself off the door. “Wouldn’t you prefer two Sullivans for the price of one, Alpha?”
Brody’s hands traveled back down to my waist with a lazy hunger. “Anything with a nose can tell y’all are related, you know? Your innate smells are different, but”—he faced Latoya—“both so very mouth-watering. I bet your cunt would feel just as good around my cock.”
Latoya took a seductive step forward, leading with her chest. “Then why don’t we test that theory?”
Brody sighed with a tilt of his head. “Because you’re Silas’s pity project. And I’m not stupid enough to take what’s his.”
“His?” Latoya exclaimed. “Gross. Silas is like a brother to me. Nothing more.” She reached us, removing Brody’s hand from my body and resting it on her breast. “I don’t think I’d mind too much ifweweremore.” She smirked. “Would you?”
His other hand snaked from my waist. “No,” he groaned, grabbing her ass.
Latoya’s breath hitched. “Even though I’m a runt, Alpha?”
Brody lowered his head. “It’s still wet and warm, ain’t it?” He pulled Latoya closer to him as he slammed his lips onto hers.
A wave of nausea threatened to bring me to my knees as I watched my sister put on the performance of a lifetime. Her hand dropped from caressing his bicep and began waving toward the door.
I managed a single step before crashing into Brody’s outstretched arm. “Where do you think you’re going, kitten? Your sister promised me both of you.”
And then his lips collided with mine.
His tongue forced itself into my mouth, thrashing around like a dying fish. My stomach churned, and I begged myself not to puke. But maybe I should have. Right in his fucking mouth.
When he lifted his head, his eyes burned with a primal yearning. My matte lipstick had slightly transferred, making him look horrifying. “This is gonna be fun.”
“Let’s make the most of it then, shall we?” Latoya appeared by my side with a blunt in her hand. “I was saving this for when the Moon reached apex, but…” she paused. “I’d rather use it to hearyoureach apex, Alpha.”
He smiled. “You sure know what to say to get a man harder than wood, don’t you?” He plucked the blunt from Latoya’s hand and rested it between his repulsive lips.
Latoya pulled the lighter from her pocket. “Turn on the fan, sis. I don’t want the others to smell what I got and come running for a taste.” She waited until I was at the switch for the bathroom fan to flick the lighter alive. “That’s it, baby. One big breath—take it all in… Then I’ll show you how wellIcan take it. All.”
Brody choked on the smoke, laughing through his coughing fit. “Fuck,” he called out. “This shit is strong.”
Latoya took a step back, fanning the air in front of her. Was she holding her breath?
My eyes began burning, and my throat dried. My hand shot to my mouth, covering coughs of my own.
Brody was no longer laughing. He was gasping. “What… the… fuck…” He tore at his neck, his nails shifting into claws. “It’s… burning…” he wheezed.
