16. Jace
I’m just about to stick my cock in that pretty little mouth and come like a teenager when, once again, Isaac ruins it.
“Must you constantly be naked and fucking something?”
I growl and flip him the bird with the hand that isn’t wrapped around my cock but don’t open my eyes.
Whatever he wants can wait until after I’ve pumped Foxy’s mouth full of cum.
“Satyriasis.”
I have no idea what that means, but I ignore him. If he wants to stand around and watch like a fucking weirdo, I couldn’t care less.
My face pinches, my hand wrapped around Foxy’s orange and brown braids as I pull her mask off, and multiple things happen at the same time.
Isaac digs one of his long fucking fingers into the gauze on my leg, making pain shoot through me, right as I remove the mask and my Foxy turns into Zela. I shoot my load so fucking hard that I might have passed out if I wasn’t already lying in bed.
I feel the hot ropes of cum on my chest and groan low and deep and fully fucking sated.
Peeling my eyes open, I find Isaac not far from my bed, disgust and annoyance clear on his face, but I’m pretty used to that.
“What did you do?” His eyes flick to my leg, and the memory makes my cock twitch and a smile curve my lips.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t know.” I roll my eyes as I climb out of bed and head to the bathroom to wash up for the day.
I have a girl I want to see. Just the thought of her has my cock twitching again. I guess we both want to see her.
One second, I’m walking into the bathroom, and the next, I’m pinned to the wall, Isaac’s big-ass hand wrapped around the back of my neck, holding me in place.
“What did you do to her?” he hisses, and I hear actual emotion in his voice, not something we get too often.
I must have hit a nerve.
“She’s fine. I only had a little fun.” I can’t stop the chuckle that bubbles out of me as I think about last night, even as his grip tightens, cutting off my oxygen. “I was the only one to bleed,” I choke out.
It takes a second, but he releases me, taking a step back, leaving me to cough through the delicious pain in my throat.
“Go watch your pretty little camera and see if you don’t believe me.” My voice is raspy and hoarse, but I can’t stop the smile that pulls at my lips.
I know how Isaac loves his cameras; the fact that he doesn’t deny having one in her room isn’t shocking, but that he didn’t already know… that is.
He turns to leave without a word, and I know I should let him go, but I can’t help but poke the bear.
“Our new little sister has teeth, Brother.”
He leaves in a huff, slamming the door behind him, and honestly, it only makes my good mood better.
I paint the shower walls, yet I still leave the shower with a semi-hard cock. The memory of Zela, the look in her eyes when she stabbed that knife into my leg and the look she gave me when she stood at the window…
Fuck, fully hard, I guess.
I’m gonna have to invest in some lube, or I’m gonna rub myself raw with the thought of her.
The urge to go and find our sister is strong, but I know if I don’t go find Kol first, he’s going to be a nightmare, especially if Isaac already got to him.
I walk into the den, the one we used to play video games in when we were young, now use as a kind of meeting room. It’s boring now, just like most things.
Growing up sucks the fun out of life, or it can if you let it.
Look at my brothers; both of them are stiff and crabby. They need to fuck Zela. I bet that would help them loosen up.
Fuck that would help me.
I make it two steps in the room before Kol has the barrel of his gun pressed to my forehead, and my eyes flick to Isaac, where he stands near the fireplace.
Tattletale.
“She’s to be our new sister, not your plaything. I told you.” He emphasizes the last few words by pressing the gun harder into my head.
“Stay away from her, Jace. That’s what the fuck I told you, isn’t it?” he growls, and he sounds so much like Father like this; he looks like him, too.
“I didn’t hurt her.” I roll my eyes at his tantrum.
This isn’t the first time he’s held a gun to my head, and I’m damn sure it won’t be the last, not unless he finally gets the guts to pull the damn trigger.
I’m not sure he could, though, despite how much I make him wish he could sometimes.
Kol looks back at Isaac for clarification, letting me know he didn’t watch the video.
His loss.
“He didn’t,” Isaac confirms, and even from here, I can see the way his jaw clenches, his molars no doubt seconds from cracking.
Kol’s eye actually, honest to God, twitches as he yanks his gun away and tucks it back into the back of his expensive dress pants.
“I told you to leave her the fuck alone, and I meant it, Jay. We have other things to worry about. A business to run, fights to organize, we’re going to let Tank watch her, and you're going to stay away from her.” He looks me dead in the eye and dares me to say no.
It’s on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t make the word come out.
Father literally beat the importance of family into us at a young age.
Kolson is the oldest, then Isaac, and I’ve always been the baby, or at least I was until Zela.
Still, I can’t say I wouldn’t have liked her just as much if she really were my sister. I’ve got more than a few screws loose, I know that, but of all the things that have been questionable in my life, my loyalty to our family, to my brothers, wasn’t ever up for debate.
“Fine.” I spit the word like it has a bad taste, and it does. The idea of surviving on only a taste of her…
For now.
We can get through the fight, then come back to this. I know it’s only a matter of time before we need to handle her.
They don’t know, didn’t see the look in her eyes. Our little Zela won’t take being a caged animal; she won’t lie down and listen. We’ll have to break her, and when it comes to that, I’ll be first in line.
“I’ll leave her alone, but when Tank’s done and we have to teach her a lesson, I get to be the one.”
Kolson is always in control; he was raised to take over for Father, even before we knew he had cancer.
That’s what his kids were to him, extensions of himself, and we fell into the molds just like he wanted us to.
Kolson never wants anything for himself, but standing here toe to toe, eye to eye, I see it.
He wants Zela, though he’ll never admit it.
“Fine,” he snarls, turning back to his desk and dropping into the chair. “No more talk of her. We need to prepare for the Vixen versus Tank event.”
If only he knew how impossible a task he had just asked us to take on.