55. Seth #2
“Now, ye gonna make me want to do ‘Dare’ just for that, Lass.” Rory winks at her and strokes his beard.
“Come on, Rory. You scared to share your deepest, darkest secret?” I reach over and poke him in the side.
“Cut it out, Sethy boy.” He snorts, smacking my hand away. Yeah, he never did like my teasing…or flirting. Been a thing since we were young.
“Ahh, very well. Truth.”
She’s brighter than the firelight behind her. “How did you end up becoming partners?”
Rory tosses me a wicked smirk, and I tilt my head to the side, eyeing Briella with a measure of irony.
“Go ahead, Timber. Tell her,” Rory urges, sitting back on his hands.
Curiosity flashes across her face. Feeling playful, I turn to my partner and crouch.
“Don’t even think about it, Lad.” Rory warns, all his muscles stiffening. Too late. He called me Lad, and he knows how hard that gets me. He raises a finger. “I will shove my prick so far down your throat, it’ll come out the other end!”
My blood catches fire. And I charge. Briella practically leaps back against Jude while the room erupts into chaos. Rory goes down with a growl, and I pin him hard on his stomach, grip a fistful of his red hair, and give him a big, wet, sloppy kiss on the cheek.
“Ack! This is why we don’t talk about feelings,” he mutters, his hands flailing, trying to knock me over. I just grip tighter and lick his marred ear. “Now, ye gave me a semi and a concussion!”
Briella’s giggling distracts us, and both of us snap our heads toward her while I announce, “Rory was my bully.”
She lifts her brows, suddenly coming closer. “Your bully?”
“Aye. So surprised, mi’Lass? Fuck, my nice side is growing too much on ye.”
“What nice side?” I laugh.
As soon as I let Rory up, he tackles me, rolling me onto my back and sitting right on my stomach. “I loved fucking with this little punk ass bitch more than anyone else at the foster home.” He shows me his teeth, and my brows dance in a dare.
“Why?” Briella asks.
Rory shrugs. “Cause he was all a whistlin’ and hummin’ all the damn time. And a smilin’.”
“Don’t forget whittling.” I wink.
“Aye. Called ye my wood boy. Always loved your wood…even when I whipped it with my belt. But I ruined many a carving.”
I shrug and stretch my arms high before folding them behind my head, not a care in the world. “Just gave me opportunities to get better.”
“Nothing could crush this boy’s spirit.” Rory spits, grinding against me, and it’s definitely not a semi anymore. “Not even two years of hell from me.”
Briella gets a little more curious, climbing off Jude and crawling toward us. My breath hitches in my chest when she combs her fingers through my hair and rubs her pretty lips along my forehead. “So, what happened?”
“Local gang near the group home.” I turn all my attention to our little Queen. “The one night I went over the wall, hoping to get some change of pace. Got beat up pretty bad for being on their turf. And I—”
“And the crazy lad showed up on my doorstep, my room all bleeding, bruised, and busted up,” Rory cuts in.
I look up at my partner, knowing he doesn’t have the same feelings for me as I do for him.
Not in his blood and bones. Sociopathy doesn’t have a cure.
But he’s pretty high functioning. Yeah, he hates the word, but it’s still true.
And like he said, he’s got a heart under all that.
Black and rotten and fucked up, but it’s all mine. And Briella’s now, too.
In any case, he needs me. Probably because I’m the only one who can take a double dose of his BS. Just like I did way back then. Not because I’m patient. But because I just don’t give a fuck. Guess I’m a glutton for punishment. Or maybe I got nothing but fun in my blood.
“What did you do?” she asks, focusing on him now.
“Called Jude first.” Rory jerks his head to the doctor.
“He was the best in the group home with first aid. And me? I grabbed every knife I’d ever stolen and stashed away in my bed.
” She grins like she knows where this is going.
Not too hard to predict. “I tracked down those mother fuckers who fucked with my wood boy and made sure they knew only I get to bully my Lad.”
“How old were you two?”
She reaches out to thumb his beard, and his whole jaw clenches. I give him a shit-eating grin cause his beast just got beastier.
“Sixteen,” I say.
“From then on, he was mine, weren’t you, wood boy?” he growls and reaches down to grab my balls.
“If YE say so,” I quip, paling a little because a grab to the balls is still a grab to the balls.
He snorts. “Nothing much has changed as ye can see for yourself.”
“Except I got more muscles than you.” I wink.
“Tell that to my wood, boy.”
Briella giggles, kisses his cheek, then turns to our alpha. “Whose turn is it now?”
“I go last,” Raphael states, then gestures to Vincent. “He goes after Jude.”
“Okay…” Briella turns to Vincent, and judging by her more relaxed form, I think she’s going for a dare. Seems more comfortable instead of sharing.
Vincent cracks his neck from one side to the other, and then heaves a sigh. “Truth or Dare, Girly.”
She presses her lips, tugging up with mischief. “Dare.”
Vincent turns to Jude, and the doctor nods. Hmm…color me curious. But I’ve got a pretty good idea of what he’s got in store. “Are you sure, Briella?” Vincent double-checks.
She purses her lips but ultimately nods.
“Very well.” Jude slaps his thighs and rises to a stand. “This dare will involve the three of us. Vincent spoke with me shortly after Raphael announced the game.” Jude inclines his head to the tattooed denial machine.
Vincent tenses, lowering his chin. The shadows grow around his face as locks of hair fall over his cheeks.
I know that gleam in Jude’s eyes when he lowers his hand to Briella. She takes it with trembling fingers.
Oh, this is gonna be good.
She peers behind Jude’s shoulder to peek at Vincent until the good doctor takes her chin and lifts her face to his. It’s a stretch, given how tall he is. And suddenly, she’s riveted. “Tonight? Vincent and I become official partners.”
She parts her lips, swallowing a knot in her throat. Emotional one. Not fear.
“After weeks of minor exploration, it’s time to cross the threshold.” Jude lowers his head to her and kisses her forehead. “And you will be the catalyst.”
“For fuck’s sake, Jude…” Vincent rises to his feet, shoving down his pants, freeing his hardness, but his hoodie covers it. “Just tell her we’re going to fuck her at the same time, and how it’ll be the first time our shafts have shared a hole.”
She swings her gaze to the side, eyes wide. I don’t know why she should be so surprised. She’s already taken two, one in her pussy and ass, but I guess she hasn’t had any double penetration yet.
In the next second, Briella practically lunges for Vincent, completely assured he’ll catch her—before she can land on her injured leg and damage herself, which he does.
I smirk as she tries to climb up the tattooed giant, but she can’t get her legs around him enough.
He grips her butt, holding her upright as she kisses him, hard and hungry.
The kiss doesn’t last long. Not when Jude grips her hair, yanks it back, and gets that bossy look.
“Excuse me, Babydoll.”
I laugh when Jude grips the back of Vincent’s head, fisting his hair right before their mouths collide.