11. CHAPTER 6 #2
“God, these old Ravens were some sick fuckers. I can’t have an orgasm with my dad and brother watching.”
“I don’t think the claiming is about us getting off, Kyns.
And I wonder if our moms will be there. My mom hasn’t said a damn thing to me about it.
” She’s still holding out hope that I won’t get caught in the hunt and she can send me to auction.
That’s my loving mother. “All I know is that it’s at night and most of the Ravens always go since it’s the annual tradition.
They’re all going to watch a man carry us out of the woods and then fuck us any way he wants.
Then we’re his, at least until he gets his Raven brand. ”
She pokes my knee. “You already know who’s fucking you. Axl is going to rip through those woods, and nobody is going to be stupid enough to get in his way.”
“That’s definitely how he thinks it’s going to go.”
“Shit, girl. You’re as good as his. Who doesn’t want a guy willing to kill for the chance to fuck her?
” She tilts her head, giving a fake dreamy sigh.
Then she taps her finger on her chin. “I wonder who will catch me.” A frown forms on her face.
“Speaking of which, I keep thinking someone is watching me, but then no one is there. Did you feel like that with Axl? Do you think one of the other Talons could be following me? Like wanting to make sure I’m going to be theirs?
” She shakes her head, waving off the thought.
“I think I’m just way too jealous of the attention you’re getting. ”
My phone buzzes on the nightstand. Kynlee’s eyes snap to it.
“Is that him?”
I pick it up, rolling my eyes at her. My heart races because I’m a dumb bitch who hopes it’s Axl texting me.
My King: How’s my pussy today?
“It’s him.” Kynlee watches my face and is already rushing toward me. “What did he say?”
“Back the fuck up.” I hold my phone away from her. She grabs my wrist, and we wrestle for it until she manages to take my phone away and starts reading it.
“You’re going to get fucked so fucking hard.” She looks at me, then starts typing away on my phone. She manages to click send before I’m finally able to snatch my phone back.
I look at what she sent.
Me: Hungry for you, big boy.
“You make me sound like a pathetic whore. And not even a sexy one. He’s going to think I’m a fucking loser.”
His response comes in seconds while Kynlee is cackling at her stupid text.
My King: Your dirty talk needs a lot of work. Or I’ll just have to keep your mouth busy. I don’t actually need you to talk.
Me: That was Kyns. But noted.
My King: Tell her I’m flattered, but I’m really more of a one-cunt-at-a-time kind of dude. And I’m about to be fucking taken.
The way my heart hammers at that, I can’t help but grin. God, I really am a pathetic, attention-starved whore.
Me: We’ll see what cunt you end up with then.
My King: Now that I’ve tasted that sweet pussy, this only ends one way.
Kynlee reads it over my shoulder and drops her forehead onto my arm. “He’s going to make me wet. This is not fucking fair.”
A knock on my doorframe stops whatever she was about to say next.
My brother, Justin, leans against the frame with sweatpants set low on his hips and no shirt on.
His messy hair tells me he just rolled out of bed not that long ago too.
Mom won’t be pissed at him about it, though.
He has a dick, so he’s more important than me.
You’d think that a woman might think differently about things, but not my mother.
“Thanks for bringing us more wine last night,” I say to him. He’s usually living at the Talon mansion, but he stays at home sometimes. The mansion is where Kynlee and I will live once we’re claimed at the ceremony. Our Talons will need constant access to us.
My brother and I have always gotten along well.
He seems to at least give a shit about what’s going on in my life even though we don’t have any of the same friends.
Kynlee’s brother, Kase, and his best friend, Crew, never really liked Justin that much.
I don’t know why, but at least Justin doesn’t act like an asshole toward me.
“I thought I’d spend a couple of days here and see what trouble you were getting into.” He looks at Kynlee sprawled across my bed, then at my phone in my hand. “Did something happen?”
“Just my crisis,” Kynlee says, sitting up and pulling her hair over one shoulder. She doesn’t bother hiding that she’s checking out my brother, which makes me laugh. “Your sister is being stalked by her Talon, and I don’t have any prospects.”
“He’s not stalking me,” I object, not really wanting Justin to get in the middle of it. The last thing I need is Justin going after Axl.
“He literally tracks your phone.”
Justin’s grin fades, and he crosses his arms over his muscular chest. I know there’s no friendship between him and Axl, given how my brother speaks about him. A small part of me is worried that Axl is so obsessed with me as a way to piss off my brother.
“Let me guess . . . Axl?” he asks.
“Who else?” Kynlee says, turning on her stomach and crossing her ankles in the air above her ass as she watches Justin.
“He’s an asshole, and you should stay the fuck away from him.
” He pushes off the frame and uncrosses his arms. I expected him to give me some kind of lecture, but he drops it.
I know that won’t be the last I hear about what he thinks.
He’s already told me countless times what an asshole he thinks Axl is.
“Mom texted me that she wants us downstairs for lunch.”
He disappears down the hall. I tuck my phone into the waistband of my shorts.
“Your brother really does hate your boyfriend,” Kynlee says, sliding off of my bed.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” I don’t know what he is or what he’ll be. But I don’t think being someone’s obligatory fuck equals boyfriend exactly. “And I don’t know what the deal is with them. But it’s not like Justin can do anything about Axl claiming me. He’s going to be hunting his own Dove.”
“Well that’s an interesting idea.” Kynlee wiggles her eyebrows at me. “I mean he’s always been hot, even if the guys don’t like him.”
I scrunch up my nose. “Gross.”
“Well of course you’d think so. But if I have to fuck someone for a year, there could be worse choices.”
I cringe at that thought. I don’t give a shit if she fucks Justin, but I don’t want to see it or hear about it.
Kynlee continues, “And I’m not going to fuck Crew, no matter how hot all the other girls think he is. He’s practically my brother, and Kase would lose his shit.”
“Well if you do fuck Justin, just tell me as little about it as possible. Ideally, nothing at all.”
“You didn’t offer me the same courtesy when you told me about how you let my brother finger you. Now that’s fucking gross.” She shoves me into the doorframe on the way out. I shove her back, laughing.
“I was drunk and high when I let him do that, and I was still drunk and high when I told you about it.” I chuckle at the memory.
“And then he had to jack himself off because I wasn’t going to let him do anything else.
It was kinda hot watching him, though. Until his drunk ass fell into the bushes he came on. ”
Kynlee fake gags. “Well that’s a mental image that I didn’t need to live through again.”
We head downstairs, elbowing each other like we’re still teenage girls who used to do stupid shit and talk about boys all night. Considering how we act, the current reality isn’t that far off.