Chapter 34 #3
With a savage growl, I crash my lips to hers, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She moans like a fucking porn star as I loosen my grip. “Now,” I snarl before kissing her again.
Nola screams into the kiss as her orgasm crashes into her. I swallow her sobs and whimpers, her pussy gripping me like a vise as she cums hard on my cock.
Sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, I bite down hard enough to taste her blood. The coppery liquid hits my tongue, making me roar as I cum hard inside her. My cock jerks violently as I fill her with me, marking her cunt as mine.
“You still haven’t answered his question.” Jasper’s voice breaks through my high, making me groan.
Nola sits back, her eyes glazed, lip bleeding. The grin she gives me makes me chuckle as she licks her lip. This girl. This fucking girl. She’s absolutely, diabolically exquisite.
“Go see Jasper.” I tap her thigh. “Tell him everything.”
JASPER
Nola climbs off Wesley’s lap, her legs shaking like a newborn baby deer. She just fucked two of my best friends. Now she walks over and gets on her fucking knees in front of me like she can’t get enough of our cocks.
I lean back in my chair, watching her like she’s the most fucking stunning creature I’ve ever seen.
I love this girl. I have for years. I spent so much fucking time believing I’d never be able to have her, afraid of breaking her, poisoning her with our darkness.
And all this time, she’s even more fucked up than we are.
Our little queen of darkness.
I’m still a little guarded. So far, she’s shown she can handle us, but I’m not fully convinced.
Yes, she has a thirst for blood and can kill someone without even blinking an eye.
But taking a life, inflicting pain on another person, isn't the same as someone inflicting pain onto you.
Nola has some sick obsession with us. But obsession isn’t loyalty.
What if she decides this isn’t the life for her and changes her mind? When she no longer sees us as something she wants, will she kill us, too?
Nola looks up at me through her lashes, sitting before me like a good little submissive.
I watch her, really watch her. She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.
That shy girl who couldn’t speak more than three words to us is long gone, replaced with this confident, deadly goddess.
I hate being wrong, but I’ve never been so fucking happy to be proven wrong in my entire life, especially when it comes to my Lotus Flower.
“How did you get that scar?”
There’s a two-inch scar on her inner thigh, one that we noticed the night we finally were able to sink our teeth into her flesh, to have our sick fantasies become a reality.
She lifts her chin, looking me in the eye. “From you.”
My brows furrow as I shake my head. “You had that before we touched you. It’s months old at the very least. So, try again, Nola. How did you get that scar?” I don’t like games, and I don’t like being lied to. She’s done enough of that, and I won’t allow it anymore.
“From you,” she repeats.
I lean forward, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her head backwards. She whimpers as I get into her face. “Stop fucking with me, Nola. Answer the damn question. Stop lying to me!”
“I’m not lying,” she insists. “It’s from the ritual.”
Her chest heaves, eyes flicking between mine as I go deathly still.
“What ritual?” I ask her slowly, my blood running cold.
“No fucking way,” Sylas barks out a laugh of disbelief. “Oh, Lola Girl, you didn’t.”
“Didn’t what?” I snap, shooting a glare at Sylas. What the fuck is he catching onto that I’m not?
“You sneaky, little crazy bitch.” Wesley’s chuckle is deep and husky.
“What are they talking about?” I ask her, hating that they know something I don’t.
“It was me.” Her mouth grows into a wicked grin, that scared look long gone. “After I killed Scarlett, I vowed to make you three mine. Did you think I was going to sit by while you used some random nobody for your ritual? That was my right. Not anyone else's.”
She has got to be fucking kidding me. Just when I think I’ve figured this girl out, she blows my fucking mind. “You’re the girl in the blue bunny mask.”
She nods her head, at least as much as she can with my hand still gripping her hair. “I wanted it to be me.”
I shake my head. “It couldn’t have been you. The girl we fucked was a virgin. And you said you fucked those three pompous assholes in high school.” I let go of her hair and sit back.
“I lied. I’ve never had sex with anyone but you three,” she confesses, licking her bloody lip.
My eyes narrow. “You lied,” I repeat. “Do you understand that your lie got three men killed?”
“Yes,” she responds without a care in the world. “It was hot.” She shrugs. “If Callie wasn’t with me, watching the three of you kill them, I’d have touched myself to it like I did when you killed Mr. Robinson.”
She bites her lower lip, arousal bright in her eyes.
“You what?” Sylas asks. “Fucking hell, Lola Girl. You’re going to make me fucking nut in my pants.”
She giggles, smiling at Sylas over her shoulder.
I grip her chin, forcing her to look at me again.
“You are a sneaky little thing, aren't you?” I hum.
I hate how turned on I am by all of this, how much I’m impressed by everything she’s managed to do without us catching on. The pride that swells in my chest over how much this girl wants us. How devoted she is to be with us.
She really does want this, wants us. And it looks like she would do anything to get it.
Her determination is fucking sexy.
Knowing it was her blood we drank, her body we fucked and marked fills me with this primal urge to do it all over again.
Cocking my head to the side, I ask. “Have you been stalking us?”
She nods.
“Are there cameras in this house, placed by you?”
She nods her head again, slower this time.
Wesley chuckles. “So fucking hot.”
“What about everything else? All the things you saw that weren't within these walls.”
“I have my ways,” she mumbles, this look in her eyes that tells me whatever she’s keeping from me right now, she won’t admit. She’s protecting something, or someone. I’ll get it out of her later.
“What else don’t we know about you, Lotus Flower?”
She’s quiet for a moment, a blush taking over her cheeks. Is she… embarrassed?
“I have a tattoo,” she admits.
I know she does. It looks fairly new. I noticed it the night I took her for a ride on my bike. A green butterfly.
Now that I know who she is, what she’s done, it makes more sense why she has that specific tattoo.
Letting go of her face, I lift up the sleeve of the shirt to see the tattoo. “What about it?” I ask.
“It’s a blood tattoo.”
I raise a brow. “A blood tattoo?” I repeat. “And whose blood is it mixed with, Nola?”
She chews on her lip again, looking nervous before she answers. “Yours… and Wesley’s and Sylas’.”
My brows furrow, alarm bells are going off inside my head.
“And how the hell did you get our blood?” How much of my life have I lost control over?
Did I black out at some point? Because we haven’t gotten any blood drawn in a long time.
So how the hell would she get her hands on it?
I think I’d know if someone took my fucking blood.
“Remember that girl you took to the hotel?”
“You know about her?” Sylas asks, sitting up in his seat. She looks over her shoulder and nods.
“How?” Wesley asks.
She turns to look at Wesley. “Stalking, remember?”
“Right,” he chuckles, grinning at her like a maniac. I don’t think I’ve seen him smile this much in his life.
“What about the girl?” I growl, gaining her attention again. “Did you get her to take our blood before you killed her?”
She shakes her head slowly. “She didn’t take your blood. I did. After I killed her. While Callie was getting rid of her body, I took your blood while you were sleeping.”
“Hold the fuck up! Callie? Are you saying my sister has been helping you kill?” he asks. “How the fuck did I not know any of this?! I’m going to kill Garrett.”
Her brows furrow. “What does Garett have to do with things?"
Sylas looks up at me and grimaces.
Nola’s eyes widen. “Have you had Garrett watching over us this whole time?”
I narrow my eyes. “We’re the ones doing the questioning,” I snap.
“Wait. If you killed the girl, did you do it after we fucked her?” Wesley asks.