8. Cole
CHAPTER 8
Cole
I s that blood?
The fuck?
It’s not possible that when Ivy said she didn’t have a lot of experience, she meant she meant she had none at all. Is it?
Gabriel freezes as if it’s taking every ounce of his formidable willpower to keep from rutting against her.
Pax rubs her arms and belly, soothing her discomfort with soft words and promises that it will get better soon.
My fingers drift downward and slide through the evidence.
Painting my fingers with the wreckage of her innocence.
The comment section goes insane, whizzing past on the projection screen that takes up one wall of the room. Tips from horny viewers overload the system. For one moment, the urge to shield Ivy from their vision grabs me by the balls.
My lizard brain has a better idea.
Stake a claim.
Show every last member of our audience who she belongs to. Because after tonight, we’re never letting her go.
I stare at the thick crimson liquid on my hand before smearing it across my pec above my heart. It’s a blood oath, even if Ivy has no idea that I’m swearing right here and now that she is ours.
Mine.
Pax and Gabriel understand. They mirror my actions, vowing the same without having to so much as speak a word about it.
The cameras capture the moment for posterity.
As soon as I’m able, I’ll have the proof of our possession inked on me permanently.
My favorite tattoo by far. And I have a hell of a lot of others.
Nothing will top the reminder that Ivy was always meant for us.
This precious gift she’s given us is the best Christmas present I’ve ever received.
Now we just have to earn her affection.
Bringing her more pleasure than she realizes is possible seems like a good way to start.