Chapter 17 Rory
Rory
“KEEP YOUR CHIN UP. IT’S ALMOST OVER.”
Citizen Soldier Playlist
“Deathbed”
Level 4. Level fucking 4.
It’s more of a mind fuck than anything. All she has to do is survive the night. I have to survive the rest of my goddamn life with half an ear. And like Seth said, she will never let me live it down, the little vixen.
Only question now is if she will survive the night…
and what she’ll do after. Kinship bond means she’s a part of us, or whatever Raphael calls it.
She’ll have all our Kinship privileges. Looks like we’re all crashing here tonight.
In the morning, we’ll take her to the cabin. And go from there, I guess.
When Jude and Seth bring her to the bed and lay her on her stomach, my jaw clenches at the sight of her ass. Looks so fine with our brand on her. They dab at the wounds on her back. Some are still open and bleeding. Will it be Jude’s stitches or Seth’s cauterization?
I shrug when Jude takes out his suture kit and tranquilizer needles to numb the areas of her back where he’ll need to stitch her. After all, we don’t need those gashes getting infected. Should only take a couple of weeks to fully heal. Jude’s sutures are always perfect.
After about fifteen minutes, he’s finished. She’s still a hot mess of red welts and stripes from my whip, and that pussy is still puffed up, swollen, used, and abused. Such a deep, beat-up shade of pink. Might be my new favorite color. Can’t wait to sink my cock into that pretty cunt sometime.
And I love how her dark purple, wet strands cling to her rosy cheeks. And all my teeth marks in her flesh.
“Seth, give her a break for fuck’s sake,” Vincent mutters from the opposite side of the room because my partner is rubbing a new vibrator along her clit.
Seth laughs and continues. “I want to know if she’ll wake up to this. And I like to make her feel good.”
She twitches in her sleep, a little moan leaving her throat as she arches her back. Such a responsive Lass. Whatever the case, Raphael doesn’t care if Seth uses toys on her. As long as we stay out of her pussy. No more torture. At least not the other kind of torture.
With his other hand, Seth cups her breast, softly rubbing his thumb along her stiff, inflamed nipple.
When he dips two fingers through her opening, another moan breaks her throat, and then…
her eyes flutter open. Her mouth opens in a cry, her hips lifting off the bed as she climaxes.
She grips the blankets, digging her fingers in, thrashing her head, and writhing like a snake.
“Good girl, Briella Darling,” Seth says, circling the vibrator on her clit through the rest of the orgasm.
As she comes down, panting and gasping, I see her hand balling into a fist. I smirk, but don’t warn Seth, letting her sucker punch him good.
That’s what he gets for beating on me after I took her ass.
His head snaps back. He rubs his jaw, then stares at her blankly.
Jude has wisely climbed off the bed. Vincent continues to brood in the shadows.
And Raphael gazes at her, his arms ramrod straight at his sides.
Fuck, what a Firecracker with her soaked strands breaking up her face, but her eyes are still burning, her breath fuming through her nostrils. Her chest heaves, and I love those luscious tits jiggling from the motion.
“You interrupted a good dream,” she hisses at Seth. “It involved a guillotine. Five of them. All for your heads.”
“God, I’m fucking in love,” Seth practically swoons, a glutton for punishment when he steals a kiss on her cheek. Heat surges south right to my dick when she scratches him like a feral little thing.
Her branding gaze flicks to all of us before settling on me. “I’ll start with you. Did you know sometimes the head wouldn’t fully sever?”
Twisting my mouth to one side, I approach the bed. I’m the only one still naked. Hard as fuck. And I grip the base in offering, waiting for her to flinch, but she doesn’t. “You can have my head anytime you want, Firecracker.”
“Enough,” Raphael cuts through the tension and banter. “Briella…”
She turns to him, eyeing his hand extended to her, palm open. Then I realize she’s shivering, goosebumps all over her arms. Not exactly the warmest area in an underground cavern.
Defiance rears in her eyes, but one narrowed gaze from Raphael, and she sighs in defeat and rises from the bed, slowly approaching him.
Like every footstep is excruciating for her.
Yeah, probably is. Whatever adrenaline rush and endorphins she had, they’ve faded.
The pain must be brutal. Not as brutal with Jude’s tranquilizers and all the numbing oil.
Despite how she’s still wet, and he’s wearing his suit again, Raphael wraps his arms around her, gathering her closer, holding her head to his chest. Something so pretty about how he’s fully clothed, and she’s still naked as the day she was born.
After a few moments, he cups her chin, tilts her face upward, and asks, “Before Level 4, what do you need?”
She blinks, and if I’m not mistaken, her cheeks grow redder. Aww, so cute.
“I’m thirsty.” It sounds like a demand.
“Vincent. Get her water.”
Bastard grunts, but he heads into the adjoining room where the fridge is. Our hangout place where we’ll be soon.
“What else, Briella?”
“I’m cold.”
“Rory, get her a blanket.”
Another mind fuck. Forcing an animal like me to comfort the prey he just sank his jaws into and whipped around like a rag doll. But I still do as he says and take the warm, wool blanket from the trunk by the bed. When I drop it on her shoulders, she flinches and glares at me.
“Turn around, Briella. Let him wrap it around you.”
She gives him a fierce glare, but she obeys. Another one of his mind fucks, getting her used to our touch in an opposite way. She shivers more as I practically swaddle her in the blankets. Her eyes are glassy.
Vincent arrives with the water. She gulps it down greedily, coughing up some, but Jude comes over, helping her to go slower, or it’ll come back up. “There now, Babydoll. Keep your chin up. It’s almost over.”
She scrunches her brows, confused. “I’m hungry.”
Raphael shakes his head this time. “You get food once you get out.”
Briella stiffens, her cheeks paling with fear or unease. “G-get out of where?”