Chapter 21 Seth
Seth
OH. IT’S GONNA BE ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS.
Citizen Soldier Playlist
“Hallelujah, I’m Not Dead”
Igive Rory what he needs.
I let him unleash himself on my throat, taking that beast’s dick as deep as I can go, swallowing him down.
But all the time, I’m thinking: I’m gonna MARRY that girl!
Blood drops on my head from Rory’s nose, but neither of us cares.
“You take that dick, you fucking timber ox,” he growls, pounding harder while I fist my own cock, getting off on his violence like always.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jude pinning Vincent down. Can’t blame the fighter. I did the same thing to Rory a few hours ago when he first wrecked Briella’s ass. I hope she’s a quick healer. Fucking queen deserves it.
For the first time, we have our Queen. A goddess. And I can’t wait to see how she takes her revenge.
I notice Jude and Vincent sharing a moment. It’s about damn time. Broody moron has been in denial about being in the closet, but it looks like Vincent’s finally opening the door. I know why. Her. Guess that’s what happens when a woman walks into our group and shakes things up more than a tornado.
I’m grinning like a lovesick simp while Rory thrusts until he shoots his semen down my throat.
Like a good bottom to my top, I swallow every drop.
And just as I’m about to come, the sadistic bastard grabs my cock, digging his fingers in, but I’m too busy thinking about a bone-climbing girl’s tits.
So, I laugh my head off when I spill my release all over his hand.
“Fucking tree-humping twat!” he shouts in a rage, but I’m still laughing when he tackles me to the ground and starts eating my mouth. Teeth digging in, tongue stabbing, mouth devouring, and I give as good as I get, gripping his hair and nearly tearing it out at the roots.
For the first time, I feel bolder than ever until I’m daring to wrestle with him, knowing I can take him in a match.
“You goddamn, little beefhead bitch!” he spits and thrashes while I roar my laughter, hold the back of his neck with one hand, then spit on his asshole before shoving my still-hard dick into his anus. Oh, Imma pay for it later. Raphael will let him kick my ass.
WORTH IT!
Thrusting harder, faster, I lean down and purr in his bandaged ear, “Take that dick, you one-eared Scotch bastard.”
“I’m goin’ to fucking whip that dick so hard, you’ll have my marks on it forever, boy!” he snarls, trying to buck, but it just makes me bury my cock deeper.
His hands claw at me, and I don’t give a fuck if he digs his nails into my sides, drawing blood. I’m punishing him for what he did to my Darling, driving myself stronger, hoping he’ll be chafed and sore for the next few days—a reminder of how he’s supposed to worship her.
“Maybe she’ll peg you and ride you like the rodeo bull I am now,” I grunt and force myself faster and faster before nutting deep inside him.
As soon as I pull out, I chuckle and touch his hole, loosening my grip and preparing for what will come next.
“Fuck, this ass, so nice and stretched from my co—”
He sucker punches me in the jaw, and I roll away, sinking into a crouch and beckoning forward. Rory is just about to charge before Raphael steps between us.
We both freeze because it’s rare for our alpha to get in the middle. But he brandishes that scary-as-fuck psycho gaze on each of us, a silent promise that he saved our lives and he can easily take them.
“If you two are quite finished acting like animals, we are returning to the cabin.” He gestures to Vincent and Jude. Jude has his medical bag, and Vincent is holding my future wife, all blanket-wrapped, honeymoon style.
We waste no time in heading out. Rory is right beside me, his gaze snapping to mine like he’s daring me to step out of line. But he knows I live for that. He glares, all stormy eyes and clenched fists like he’s itching for an excuse. I smirk, slow and easy, then blow him a kiss.
The muscle in his jaw ticks. Perfect.
Not much longer, we emerge through the trees where damp leaves cover the ground with the scent of pine thickening in the air.
The cabin comes into view—make that a cabin on steroids, raised on thick wooden beams like it’s grown straight out of the forest itself.
A long, wide stairway stretches up to the entrance while four smaller cabins branch off from the main one like the points of a compass.
Each is connected by sturdy stairways and wooden paths.
Our own off-the-grid wilderness stronghold surrounded by Redwoods.
Raphael found them while hunting, and we fixed them up with me training these ignoramuses how to swing an axe and more.
Here, we operate by our own code. Kinship brothers and partners forever…until we meet the Devil and take over hell.
Raphael leads us straight up the central stairway, the boards creaking under our weight, and through the heavy wooden doors.
Briella belongs inside, in the heart of it all.
“Time for bed,” is all Raphael says, summoning all of us with his two fingers.
Oh. It’s gonna be one of those nights.
“Come on! And on my birthday!” Rory groans, but one sharp look from Raphael silences him.
I imagine Raphael will arrange a bath or shower for her later tomorrow. But for now, we follow him into the bedroom with the humongous bed—like two king-sizes in one. We all strip as Raphael lowers Briella into the center.
Vincent and Rory begrudge this process the most, but our alpha psycho knows all the trauma-bonding tactics. Us sleeping in the same bed as her is one of many.
It doesn’t take us much time to find our places. Jude lies down behind her, stabilizing her if she wakes in the middle of the night. Even Raphael strips until he’s nude and climbs into the bed facing her before directing Rory and me below, our heads against each pretty, ripe thigh.
As soon as Rory bobs his brows and inches his hand toward her still swollen and sore pussy, I smack his hand away and lower my brows in warning.
“Go to sleep,” Raphael commands darkly. “In the morning begins five days of service to our goddess. Whatever she desires, whatever she needs, we will provide…including discipline. But only the discipline I command. Is that understood?”
We all speak our agreement.
And I can’t fucking wait!