The Flesh Harvest
SCARLETT
Dinner ended a few minutes ago, the plates nearly empty and the kitchen smelling of delicious food and warmth.
I started to stand, wanting to help clear the table, but Kane was faster. His big hand caught mine, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he tugged me gently but firmly toward the living room.
“Come on, love,” he said, voice low and playful, making my stomach flutter. “You’ve done enough today. Let us spoil you a little. You wanna watch something on the TV? Action? Romance? Something filthy?”
I glanced back at Rhys, who was already collecting the plates. I mouthed “I can help” and tried to pull away, but Kane just chuckled and kept tugging me along.
“Nuh-uh, princess. Rhys has it covered. You sit that pretty ass down.”
He dropped me onto the massive sectional couch gently, the cushions so soft I practically sank into them. Lily sat down beside me a second later, still looking a little overwhelmed by the whole situation but smiling.
Kane flopped down on my other side, throwing one massive arm around my shoulders and pulling me against his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Saint appeared almost instantly, claiming the spot on the floor right in front of me, leaning back against my legs like a giant guard dog who needed to be close.
Rhys finished in the kitchen and joined us, sitting on the armchair across from the couch, golden eyes watching me with that calm, intense focus that always made my cheeks heat up.
Kane grabbed the remote and started scrolling through options. “So, what’s it gonna be, love? Pick something before I put on the most violent thing I can find.”
I leaned my head against Kane’s shoulder, feeling strangely safe despite the three massive Alphas surrounding me. Lily nudged my side with a small, amused smile.
For the first time in days, the weight on my chest felt a little lighter.
When I didn’t answer right away, Kane’s grin turned wicked. “Alright, love. Since you’re not picking… I got the perfect thing.”
He scrolled quickly and hit play before I could even protest. The screen lit up with the title *The Flesh Harvest*—some low-budget, extremely gory horror movie that looked like it had been banned in at least seven countries.
Lily’s eyes widened the second the first scene started: a screaming woman being slowly skinned alive while the killer narrated in a creepy whisper.
“Oh… oh no,” Lily muttered, already scooting closer to me.
I shot Kane a look. He just grinned like the unhinged psychopath he was.
Lily lasted longer than I expected. She sat stiffly beside me, eyes wide, occasionally hiding behind her hands. But the movie got worse—much worse. Blood sprayed across the screen in graphic detail. Bones cracked. Screams echoed through the surround sound. By the tenth minute, she looked green.
“I… I can’t,” she squeaked, standing up so fast she nearly tripped. “I’m going to bed. Goodnight!”
She practically ran upstairs.
The moment her footsteps faded, Kane’s grin turned feral. “She’s gone,” he announced triumphantly, pouncing on me like a predator who had been waiting all night.
I yelped as he pushed me down onto the soft couch, his big body caging me in. My heart raced wildly.
“Kane!” I mouthed.
He hovered above me, eyes gleaming with mischief and hunger. “What, love? You think I put this on by accident? I’ve been dying to get rid of your little chaperone.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to look stern even as my cheeks burned.
He laughed, thoroughly amused. “Guilty.”
Before I could react, he grabbed my ankles, lifting them up and resting them on his broad shoulders. Then, without shame, he buried his face against my inner thigh and inhaled deeply, practically humping the air as he groaned.
“Fuck… your Alpha has been suffering from the worst case of blue balls in history, love,” he growled, voice rough and needy. He peppered hot, open-mouthed kisses along my skin, dragging his nose higher as he breathed me in. “Fuck… you smell so good.”
Saint, who had been quietly watching from the floor, made a soft, needy sound.
His eyes were dark with lust as he crawled closer on his knees.
He gently took one of my hands and pressed it to his cheek, nuzzling into my palm like a giant puppy begging for attention.
But his other hand slid slowly up my thigh, fingers brushing dangerously close to where I was already aching.
Kane grinned against my skin, nipping at my inner thigh. “Look at our good boy. He’s been so patient. You gonna let him taste you again, princess?”
I was breathing hard, face burning, heart pounding wildly. My body was betraying me completely, slick already dripping into my panties as Saint’s fingers teased higher and Kane’s hot breath ghosted over my core.
Saint looked up at me with those big, pleading eyes, silently begging.
I bit my lip… and slowly nodded.
Kane’s grin turned positively demonic. “That’s our girl.”
Saint leaned in with a soft, grateful whine, pressing his face between my thighs like he’d been dying for it. His warm tongue dragged slowly over my covered pussy, tasting me through the fabric with a deep, satisfied rumble.
But Kane… Kane was completely focused on my feet.
He held my long, slender legs up like they were the most precious thing he’d ever touched. His big hands wrapped around my ankles, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin there as he brought one foot to his mouth. His eyes were pure black, feral and obsessed.
“Fuck, look at these pretty feet,” he groaned. He pressed soft kisses to the arch of my foot, then dragged his tongue slowly along it, tasting every inch like he was starving. “So soft and perfect. Been thinking about them.”
He sucked my big toe into his mouth with a moan, tongue swirling around it. The sight was so obscene that heat flooded my entire body. Saint whimpered against my core, licking harder through my soaked panties as he felt my reaction.
Kane switched to the other foot, biting gently at the arch before sucking on my toes again, eyes never leaving my face.
“Gonna worship these every night.” His lips brushed my skin. “Gonna make you cum just from me sucking on your pretty little toes while Saint eats this sweet pussy.”
I was trembling, overwhelmed, barely able to think.
Kane released my toe with a wet pop and looked down at me, lips shiny, expression completely wild and feverish. “You’re driving me insane, princess.”
Then he dropped my legs, crawled up my body like a predator, and crashed his mouth against mine.
His lips claimed mine with savage hunger, biting down hard on my bottom lip until I whimpered.
He sucked the sting away, then forced his tongue deep into my mouth, stroking against mine with fast, demanding thrusts.
He kissed like he wanted to devour me whole—tongue fucking my mouth, teeth nipping, lips sucking until I could barely breathe.
I moaned into him, hands fisting his shirt as he stole every breath I tried to take. His hand slid up my thigh, gripping hard, fingers digging into soft flesh as he ground his hardness against my core through our clothes.
Saint’s tongue pressed harder between my thighs, licking me through the fabric as Kane devoured my mouth.
I was lost between them, drowning in sensation, heart racing, body on fire.
Kane finally pulled back just enough to let me gasp for air, a string of saliva connecting our lips. His eyes were wild. “Not enough,” his voice was wrecked. “Never fucking enough with you.”
Then he dove back in, kissing me even harder. His tongue forced its way back into my mouth, claiming every corner like he owned it. I couldn’t breathe properly, my head spinning, body burning as slick soaked through my panties.
Saint’s low, desperate whine and Rhys’s dark, approving growl echoed in the background as Kane devoured my mouth like a man who had been starving for years.
The movie screams faded into nothing. All that existed was Kane’s brutal kiss, Saint’s hungry tongue between my thighs, and Rhys’s burning gaze watching us like a king enjoying his favorite show.
I was completely, helplessly lost.