46. Harlow
I could’ve clapped for joy with how perfectly my plan was unfolding.
And seeing my girl smeared in blood?
Fuck me. That was just a bonus.
I didn’t deserve her willingness to play along with my little game—to twist the knife and make my brother suffer—but the look in her eyes told me she had her own reasons. A quiet vendetta. And right now, making Nik feel it was sitting pretty high on her list.
Good girl.
“Rafe,” Sina said softly.
She might’ve been speaking to the bear, but three sets of eyes locked on to her at once. Right now she only had eyes for him though. Slowly she peeled her jeans and panties down her legs and spread her thighs in a silent invitation. It wasn’t shy like she was moments before.
It was fucking sexy as hell.
Her fruity scent deepened with sugar. Rafe’s nostrils flared, scenting her for himself. Hunger flashed sharp and wild across his face but he didn’t move. Control still clenched tight in his fists.
I barked a laugh, unable to help myself and settled in on my side to get closer to her. “What the fuck are you waiting for, Rafe? Taste our mate before I lose what little patience I’ve got left and do it for you.”
His eyes snapped to mine, dark and furious.
Perfect.
“Easy, Harlow,” Kiron rumbled as he stood at her feet, his eyes locked on her pussy. “She chose him to taste her, not you.”
I snorted. “You reminding yourself Ki, or me? ”
He growled, his eyes flashing with his dragon.
I wasn’t trying to push Rafe out of the way. Just encouraging him to stop holding back from our mate and finally fuck her .
“Rafe,” Sina said, and his gaze softened instantly for her. “You said you couldn’t tell me no. But if you don’t want this—”
I grinned when he dropped to his knees between her thighs and sank his tongue into her pussy before she could finish the sentence.
Her head fell back on a moan. Propped up on her elbows like that, she looked fucking gorgeous.
Long hair spilling like a waterfall down her back.
That slender throat bared, exposed, begging.
I needed to feel her softness for myself.
Feel those sounds up close. I tore one glove off with my teeth and wrapped my bare hand around her throat, pulling another surprised and delicious gasp from her pouty lips. A shiver ran through me.
“I will never get enough of those sexy sounds you make, little vixen.” Her gaze landed on me, those emerald eyes heavy lidded in pleasure. Rafe spread her thighs wider, pushing her knees up and forcing her back until she was laid out completely beneath us. “ Damn . She likes that, Rafe.”
He worked her harder at my praise.
I rested my chin on my opposite hand and squeezed her neck just a little, watching every little reaction she made. Rafe growled and I lazily looked over at him between her thighs. His fingers were deep inside her. Her skin was clammy with sweat and blood and her thighs quivered.
“She’s choking my fingers. I don't think I’ll ever get enough,” he admitted in awe.
I chuckled. “Yeah, you and me both. I've felt her choke my cock and let me tell you, she’s divine .”
Kiron growled from the couch, and her gaze landed on him.
“Kiron,” Sina whispered, her hands fisting the blanket harder as she watched him. He was reclined back, legs spread, his cock in his hand as he watched Rafe’s expert touch please our mate.
I dragged black painted nails along the side of her neck, leaving little red marks behind on her pale skin .
“ Fuck . I love seeing you marked by us.”
My hand stayed loose at her throat, thumb resting where her pulse jumped fast and eager. My eyes dragged over her. Hands clenched in the blanket beneath her, chest rapidly rising as she chased her pleasure.
Even though Rafe was the one giving it to her, h er eyes were on me. I growled, tightening my hold on her throat, enjoying the feeling of her pulse spiking as she finally came undone. Her back bowed off the floor as she silently screamed, my hold cutting off her moans until Kiron chastised me.
“ Harlow, if you fucking hurt her, I swear to god I will make you pay .”
I released my hold on her throat and smoothed her sweat soaked hair from her face, smiling to myself.
Her cheeks were returning to their normal pink shade as her eyes met mine again.
I had to look fucking terrifying, though she didn’t flinch or shy away from the blood and fangs or my hand at her throat.
If anything, she leaned into it, eyes dark and smoldering with heat.
Her blood had dried along my mouth, down my chin, smeared across my chest where my shirt had disappeared somewhere along the way. Ink bared. Monster on full display.
“You aren’t afraid of me at all, are you, Sina?”
“No,” she answered immediately. “I love seeing you like this. Don’t ever hide who you are from me.”
That hit harder than I expected.
I grinned, pleased, and a little unhinged.
“Good. Because if I ever do something that scares you…” My thumb flexed once, feeling her swallow. I shook my head and tried again, “I might be a monster, Sina, but I’m yours, and—”
She cut me off, cupping my jaw. “ Stop it. If you overstep, I’ll tell you. Otherwise, don’t worry so much.”
And fuck me, the way she smiled told me she meant it.
I grinned back, turning my head to kiss her palm .
“Look at Kiron, my little vixen,” I murmured, my gaze sliding to him stretched out on the couch. “He’s so desperate for you.” My eyes flicked back to her. “Crawl to him. Show Nik what he’s missing.”
She gasped, her gaze snapping up to the corner of the room where the camera sat, like she’d forgotten, in the haze of pleasure, that he was watching. I chuckled when she did exactly what I asked, moving onto her hands and knees.
“Fuck, princess.”
“So perfect.”
“That’s a good little vixen.”
The words overlapped, all of us speaking at once.