Ensuring Sabrina isn’t left out of the loop, I quickly explain about our fathers and what led to the packs uniting to put them down since they could claim an exposure risk and that overrides any treaty in place. All of the families could move against us and get their vengeance without any risk of retaliation. They might still ship Sabrina off to the Slaughters to keep the peace, or they might let a team up go to their heads and think they could take them on. Either way, it’s a cruel, genius plan.
The silence stretches on until it’s painfully awkward, everyone lost in their own thoughts. Eventually, Sabrina breaks it by clapping her hands together abruptly, making several of us startle. As she rubs her palms together, a wicked grin lights up her face, highlighting the hard glint in her eyes as her wolf comes out to play. “So we beat them at their own game.”
Chapter 10
Sabrina
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The flames are extinguishedin an avalanche of blood, but it’s too late; damnation arriving before salvation. Screams surround me as my mates were spared, though with the state they’re left in, one might argue death would have been the real mercy. A life like this? It’d be a state of utter hell that no one should be forced to endure. Flesh seared from their bones, mangled, living skeletons dripping in blood; my hands repeatedly slip as I attempt to hold them together. The more I fight, the more smoke rises from their bodies until they explode in a shower of ash and sand, slipping through my fingers.
The nightmare fades, throwing new images my way.
No matter how I struggle, Slade keeps my arms pinned above my head, nipping at my throat. Too many hands to keep track of; skimming down my sides, pushing my legs apart. My fevered skin is blistering, the heat only combated by the cool flick of a tongue running up my thigh-
“- will be here soon,” Damian murmurs against my skin, sending a shiver straight though my core and up my spine. “So I came to wake you up for dinner.”
Prying one eyelid open, I lift the blanket to peer down at his head between my thighs. His pupils are dilated, engulfing the silver of his irises up to the red rings circling them, hypnotically entrancing. I swear, the man’s secretly an incubus from a novel come to life, one that I’d happily sell my soul to if he keeps looking at me the way he is now.
Incubus, hellhound that fucks like a demon; not that far from the mark, actually.
“Your dinner, or mine?”
I can feel his smirk against my skin as he continues kissing and nipping his way higher, pushing the blanket away as he goes. “Both?”
Slade stirs beside me, tilting his head to place a lingering kiss on the side of my throat. “What time is it?” His voice is groggy, still half-asleep.
Damian hooks a finger in my underwear and shoves them aside. “Six. Hunter and Kaige kept an eye on things so we could all catch up on some sleep.”
Slade begins replying, but as Damian’s tongue finds my clit, I hiss in a sharp breath that has his words tapering off in a tortured groan. “Five more minutes won’t kill them, then.”
Slipping his hand beneath the hem of my shirt, Slade’s palm glides over my stomach with agonizing slowness. Damian pushes my thighs farther apart, and almost as if they’d planned it, the moment Slade finally reaches my breast, Damian slides two fingers into me.
Head falling back on my pillow, I rasp, “They could probably even survive ten.”
Damian’s low chuckle vibrates directly into my clit, sending a rush of heat between my legs as I arch into both of their touches with a groan. My shirt is shoved up to my collar a moment later, Slade’s mouth descending on my breasts. Pinching, rolling, and licking, he works seamlessly in tandem with Damian who’s feasting on me with as much enthusiasm, pinning me to the bed with a heavy hand on my stomach, fingers splayed.
