Chapter Thirty-Seven
Kalen
The party for the initiates was moved to Dirk’s country house.
And to repeat Amelie's words as we drove up, it really is in the middle of Bum Fuck Egypt. I really don’t understand what Egypt has to do with anything, but it sounded hot as fuck coming from her mouth.
Who am I kidding? Anything that comes from her mouth is hot.
I had never considered the Aussie accent sexy until I met her.
Sawyer pulls up to the valet – yep even a party in the middle of nowhere has a valet.
Jasper and Frost are behind us. We’ve been taking no chances with Amelie since my grandfather fooled us all, which won’t go without punishment.
My brothers may have gotten to torture the prick who tried to take her away from me, but old Harold will pay.
Sawyer says we just have to play it smart.
We have no power until Amelie takes her place, which will all be revealed soon. Possibly even tonight. Sawyer even has a new board ready to go. Then all we have to do is get a majority vote, and Harold is gone. Stripped of his tattoo.
Death would be too kind for a man like him. Losing all of his accrued favours right when he goes into retirement, one funded by The Order, would be a real shame.
Penniless and out on his ass.
It’s perfect.
“Care to walk me in?” Amelie asks, and I scramble from the car to offer her my hand. Her hair is pulled up into a weird side braid that shows off her neck. I never really noticed how long and elegant her neck is, despite kissing it many times.
The dress she’s wearing is black, the corset is tight around her bust and falls into a pixie style tutu.
Completely over the top for tonight’s event, but I love it.
It’s like her own personal fuck you to everyone, especially as it’s paired with an Onyx-style combat boot.
Her legs are even covered by holey black stockings.
Her black sultry eyes with the outfit make her look like an angel of death. It’s sexy as fuck.
Baxter makes his way down the front steps and nods in my direction.
I nod back. I’m not a fool. I know this is his last-ditch effort to try and get Amelie to leave.
He thinks we don’t know his plans, and with us taking over we really don’t care.
If you had asked me just a few short weeks ago, I would have said good riddance.
Now though, with the way Amelie looks at him and the way he stood by our side to fight for her, I might have had a change of heart.
“Looking beautiful, as always,” he says to Amelie as he passes. Onyx quickly steps up to her left side with a growl and Amelie takes his hand.
“Looking sinfully delicious, as always,” she replies back to him with a smirk.
“Hey! I look delicious,” I whine. She turns to me with a smile.
“You look edible. And I plan to eat you as soon as this is over.”
“Fuck yeah!” I whoop. My brothers shake their heads at me, but I don’t care.
“It should be us eating you, with the way you look in that dress,” Onyx whispers in her ear. She flushes and swallows hard, at a loss for words for a moment.
We enter the grand ballroom of the Kessler mansion – yes it has more than one ballroom – and find a typical Order party in swing. It’s less stuffy than the last one, but still not my style.
“You have to dance dirty with me later,” I insist to Amelie. She laughs and swats me on the arm.
“It’s called dirty dancing, Kalen.”
“I don’t give a damn what it’s called so long as you’re grinding on me and I can slip my hands up your dress where everyone could easily see us.”
“Shh,” she chastises me but her eyes are bright with the possibility.
Keeping her hand firmly in mine, I guide her gently across the room, unwilling to let her go for even a second.
I don’t want to share her tonight. Since she got taken, she’s seemed to gravitate towards me much more and I am absolutely making the most of that, much to my brothers’ disgust. Poor O, can’t even get a look in.
I order her a bourbon, but don’t bother with the coke.
I don’t give a fuck if she gets wasted tonight or not.
I’m done keeping up appearances and playing nice for Grandfather.
The only reason why the fucker isn’t dead to me is because I’m still harbouring so much hatred and rage towards him.
I want him dead for real and I’m finding it really hard to keep my patience.
“You could have got drinks for the rest of us, you cock,” O complains at me when he finally gets served at the bar and joins us. I smirk.
“I could have, yeah. And if you’re going to call me a cock, I prefer Sir Monster Cock, if you please.”
“Jeez what does Amelie see in you? You’re such a giant…”
“Cock? I know, bro, but I think that’s part of the appeal.”
“To be fair, Kalen, On is probably a bigger cock than you are, so if that was what did it for me, I’d probably be exclusive with him.
” Amelie laughs as I growl under my breath.
There’s no way in hell I’ll let her go now I’ve had a taste.
The first time I set eyes on her I knew I was going to marry her, I have no idea why she thought I was joking.
“On?” Onyx asks, raising an eyebrow at Amelie with a smirk on his face. He’s trying not to smile for real though. “Did I just get a nickname?”
“Maybe…” She squirms, looking embarrassed at being called out.
“You like me enough to give me a nickname?” he teases, causing her cheeks to colour even more.
“No.”
“I think you do.”
“I don’t.”
“You like me, you called me On.”
“So? Everyone does.”
“Nu-uh. They call me O. And that’s only because one summer Kalen tried to call us all by our initials. He thought we could spell out a kick-ass word with them, but the best he could manage was KSOS. Lame.” Onyx snorts and when Amelie laughs along with him I give her an indignant ‘hey!’
Thankfully, before they can resume bickering, our attention is drawn to the board members climbing up on stage and calling for everyone to take their seats.
Tonight is much more informal, with no set seating plan, and so we all slip into seats at the nearest empty table.
Sawyer is nowhere to be seen, and as I look around the room, I realise Baxter and our father aren’t either. Odd.
“Gentlemen…” my grandfather calls into the mic, and immediately silence falls upon the room.
I glance at Amelie, sitting next to me, still holding my hand.
Her teeth are clenched, her shoulders set and rigid.
I had hoped she would relax a little and enjoy tonight without Laura – in fact all of the wives – not being allowed to attend.
I feel like an idiot for forgetting about Grandfather.
She shouldn’t have to face him. I wish he wasn’t here.
And from the sly little smirk he just threw our way, I’d bet money on it that he just left Amelie out on purpose.
Fuck this. I’m going to put a smile on our girl’s face if it kills me.
Gently, I withdraw my hand from hers and smile when she gives a small whimper of protest. She quiets though when I replace my hand on her bare thigh. Shooting me a puzzled look, she tenses under my touch, but when I return my attention to the front of the room, she soon relaxes a little.
I inch my hand a little higher and she tenses again. When I remain still, she relaxes. Repeating the action, my hand slips under the skirt of her dress and she mutters a warning at me out of the corner of her mouth. Which I ignore.
Grandfather is droning on and on about some crap or other, praising the initiates that passed their tests and preparing to welcome them into The Order, when my fingers sweep over the thin – damp – silk of Amelie’s panties.
She lets out a small yelp and all eyes in the room turn to us.
She turns scarlet, sinking down in her chair to try and hide, but that just pushes her delicious pussy further into my hand.
Which I naturally take advantage of by slipping my fingers under the fabric.
Holy fuck is she wet!
Grandfather is glowering at us and I give him my best ‘fuck you’ smile. I want him to know what I’m doing. He’ll see it as the ultimate disrespect. An intolerable insult. Good. I may not be allowed to kill him, yet, but no one said anything about defiance.
“Kalen, stop,” Amelie groans, her eyes closing in bliss.
“You don’t mean that, sis,” I whisper back. She’s rocking against my hand now, spreading her thighs further apart in invitation.
“Will you behave?” Onyx snaps at me.
“Sorry, O. Can’t. She’s too damn delicious.” I wink at him before turning to Slate, sitting on Amelie’s right. “You should have a feel too.”
I’m winding him up. I don’t expect goody two shoes Slate to do anything like this in public, which is why I almost fall off my chair when his hand also slips under Amelie’s dress.
When his fingers brush against mine, batting me out of the way, she gives a yip of surprise which turns into a breathy groan. Watching Onyx’s jaw tighten, I smirk as I carefully slide a single digit into Amelie’s tight opening. Nodding at Slate, he does the same.
“Fuck,” she hisses.
Now that’s what I call goddamn sharing.
I flick a triumphant grin O’s way and he causes a commotion as he stands, his chair scraping noisily across the parquet dance floor.
“Excuse me,” he grinds out before fleeing from the room.
All eyes are on Grandfather. No one would dare disrespect him by looking away again, no matter what’s going on at the back of the room. Hell, I’m pretty sure we could clear the table and start an orgy on it and the only person who would see would be grandfather up on his pompous podium.
I turn my body towards Amelie, my free hand slipping into the top of her corset dress to cup her breasts.
I love corsets. No bra. Fucking heaven. Her nipples are as hard as diamonds and I don’t know if it’s from what Slate and I are doing to her, or the rub of the corset boning against her tender skin.
Either way, I don’t give a fuck. It’s fucking awesome.
Leaning in, I kiss and suck at her neck. Marking her as mine. Though as Slate copies me, we mark her as ours. Her head is dropped back, her eyes closed, her mouth slack in a silent moan. She’s so goddamn perfect. But I need to make her scream.
“Come quietly for me, sis, and I’ll make you scream the goddamn place down later.”
She shocks the ever living shit out of me when she does as she’s told for once. Clamping down hard around our fingers, she trembles and gasps her release, before burying her head into my shoulder.
“Good girl,” I whisper.