Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
I bite into my tongue, the cinnamon flavor of my blood filling my mouth and I let it seep from the corners of my lips.
Instantly, the very moment it touches the air, London’s head snaps this way. I feel her gaze like the touch of a dragon's tongue. The burn, the sharp cuts that seem to drag along my skin.
My limbs tremble with need, too many to name, and like always when it comes to the white-haired wonder, I lose the fucking battle.
My gaze snaps up. Her glass-like eyes lock with mine and my pulse jumps in my chest.
Mine. Every inch. Every fucking bit.
No! Fuck!
My jaw shakes as I stare at the bitch who stole my future. My sister. My fucking sanity.
You’ll pay for all of it, Little London.
A smirk pulls at her lips, her head cocking like the brat she is, and I want to tear her lips from her flawless face. Fuck it up a bit. The blood she’s covered in does nothing to hide her beauty. Quite the fucking opposite in fact.
That’s when I see what I didn’t before, what the rage blocked.
London is stumbling into the room where my brothers and I sit, all four of us staring right at her ... completely.
Fucking.
Naked.
She stops then, lifting her leg and spreading it until she’s wide open before us, her foot balancing on the edge of the couch.
I drink her in, my mouth watering, chest rumbling at the sight of her bare pussy. Her hand slides along her thigh then, and I trail her tiny fingers all the way to the apex of her thigh. Toward my mark.
A spark ignites beneath my skin and my cock hardens, my tongue running along my lower lip as I watch her caress the spot, and I swear to fucking hell, I feel her touch inside me.
Deep beneath my flesh and bone, she strokes the monster there with every brush of her finger. Her hand glides higher, fingers slipping between her legs.
A low groan sounds, but it’s not mine. It comes from beside me, breaking through the lust.
All at once, we move. I twist and my brothers jump from their chairs, swiftly putting distance between us before I tear their eyes from their heads.
They don't get to look at her. To see her cunt that belongs to me.
I growl in their direction, head whipping around to look at the source of the problem.
“London,” I rumble, my chin tipping to my chest.
The doors behind her burst open then, and Silver comes running in.
“She’s g— ” He comes to a screeching halt at the sight of her naked ass. “Oh fuck.”
“Yeah, too late,” Sin laughs as Legend screams, “Silver, run!”
Silver’s panic-filled eyes fly to mine, and cautiously he takes a slow step backward. “Knight...”
My lip curls, and I feel my gift rise to the surface. Before I realize it, I’m moving at the speed of light, his throat locked in my hand and body lifted into the air.
I squeeze, crushing his windpipe, my lips parting with a growl.
“I—”
A husky, drunken chuckle has me blinking, and slowly, I look over my shoulder.
She’s sitting on the couch now, legs stretched at her sides in a full fucking split, pussy open and wet.
“Fuck,” Creed snaps from somewhere, and when they're all before me, I free Silver, who I'm only half holding on to now.
“What’s the matter, my lord?” She runs her fingers through her pussy lips. “You don’t want me. I don’t want you ... so why can’t I have them? I only have three holes, but I bet we can be creative for the fourth. Especially with Sinner’s…imagination.”
I dart toward her, but her hand swiftly goes to my mark on her neck and I still, the sensations of before washing over me.
Want. Need.
Fuck, I can feel my cock wrapped in her heat. It’s like I’m inside her here and now.
She laughs again. “Yeah, that’s a nasty little trick I learned by mistake.”
“I’ll kill you,” I force past clenched teeth, desire flooding my every fucking vein, eyes glued to the rhythmic way she rubs my mark on her satiny skin.
My mark.
Mine.
Fuck!
She chugs more scotch, the shit ten times more potent than the stuff she’s used to. “I bet this one’s your favorite...”
Her fingers, coated in her arousal, trace my bite on her thigh and something knocks at my chest.
“Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” She looks down. “Such a perfect bite. Perfect mark.”
Suddenly, she grabs something from behind her, a loud scream tearing from her skin as she stabs it in the center of the place I claimed her first.
I fall to my fucking knees, the others shouting in shock around me.
“What the fuck?” Sinner jerks forward.
London’s teeth clench and she cries as she pulls the corkscrew out, stabbing it back into the flesh over and over again.
“Stop her!” Creed screams, but Legend is already there, reaching for her.