Page 26 of Angel Shot

“Not,” Kash said, leaning in to lick at the other side of Helia’s boot.

Beau never moved. Helia didn’t waver in her resolve.

I shrugged and leaned in to join them, making sure that as I cleaned the boot with its spiked heel that dug into my shoulder, I chased Silvie’s path, a little faster than the sub lost in her dreamy headspace.

When my tongue touched hers and an oath broke above me, I knew I’d won, well before the hand fisted my hair.

Fuck, I didn’t care if the fist ended in my face. He was off my girl.

“She tastes sweet.” I smiled at Beau’s rageful face, reminding him at a glance that he was the one who put us both in this position to begin with.

He leaned into my face, his shaking hand gripping my white hair so tight I thought he might depart roots from scalp. A fitting end, to wash my sins away in my own blood in this room where I had been so many times when the occupants were passed out or sleeping, whether the head of the house who loomed over me now knew it or not.

“You will not touch her,” he hissed in my face. Spittle slammed my skin in tiny, warm pin pricks, “you are not worthy to taste her.”

My smile remained as I stared back into his dark eyes, and made my promise. “And you will not die.”

Beau’s grip tightened in my pale hair, as though he might consider taking it further. A single breath passed between us, where Kash shifted at my side, and Helia’s boot dug into my shoulder. I’d bear the mark of her displeasure for a few days, and it would be worth it, but I rejected the string of the blade that Kash pushed into my palm.

I’d hold to my promise, for now. If Beau continued to push me, I'd string him up to the light post where we once tortured our girl and left her on display, the same place he found her and cut her down so delicately in accordance with our rules.

But no one would be able to cut him down after I was done with him.

“Precision. Perfection. Those are our rules.” Kash squeezed my fingers, opening my flesh on the blade. His own blood dripped across my palm as he raised the blade.

Beau swore, jerking Silvie away. She huddled in his embrace as Helia had a moment before, only our girl didn’t shy away from our blade. It was almost as if she knew and understood what was coming.

Kash licked the blade, mingled with our blood, and leaned the flat against her thigh. She parted her legs wider for him. And offering, maybe. Fuck, my cock strained hard against the leather. I ached for her hands on me, but later. Much, much later.

He rubbed the tip in a circle, making her flesh redder with each rotation from both the sharpened tip and our fluids.

“How many?” she whispered, staring at him.

He smiled, and rose to crouch over her, whispering in her ear. Her eyes opened wide, her lips parting as he fed her reddened fingers that she sucked on, whimpering and writhing.

Hell, that was a number even I didn’t know. I’d never asked, and neither had he. Would she ask me how many I had killed? Would I earn the same reaction from her? Swiftly I began a tally in my head, but it didn’t matter—her fingers tangled in his collar as she dragged his mouth to hers. Their kiss was obscene. Sloppy, saliva and blood and tongues.

My neck snapped forward as my leash tugged sharply. I lurched over her thighs, planning my hands at her hips in time to prevent myself from biting my own tongue off. “Close call, wraith,” I muttered.

A giggle escaped her as she wriggled her hips upward, dripping her boot from my shoulder. I got the point, or rather, I lost the one digging into my flesh and found hers to tease with my tongue.

A hand caressed my ass from behind as I licked my woman to orgasm while she made out with my twin above me. Fingers traced over my balls and cock through my leathers, working me softly. The sort of softness that teases and shouldn't do anything, but I was so on edge that the lightest touch would make me?—

Fuck,” I murmured into her pussy as I blew my load hands free in my pants. Warm cum soaked my leathers and trickled down my thighs as I disgraced myself.

“Good little puppy. Lick her clean,” Beau’s smooth voice mocked in my ear. “Next time she wants to play, I’ll let you hump my leg for her pleasure.”

For a Kingman, he was a kinky fucker. I groaned, knowing I’d do it. Anything, for her even if I hated him. Maybe keeping him around would be fun after all.

Helia must have heard us as she came against my tongue with a soft cry my twin muffled with his tongue in her mouth. His hand landed on the back of my head, forcing me between her thighs.

I suffocated in her cream, lapping at her until she sighed and he released me.

“Better?” Helia petted me sweetly. Her eyes glowed in the after pleasure of her orgasm, but the power she wielded was more than that.

I nuzzled closer on my leash, letting her delicious scent overwhelm my senses. I’d offer her many more deals in my life, but the one on my tongue right now was the most important.

“I’ll worship you forever, my pretty little one. In front of all of them, I’ll kneel for you,” I breathed. “I’ll bow for you.”And only you.

The gasp around the room was audible, but I didn’t give a fuck about any of them. Only for my brother with his lips pressed to her bare thigh as he repeated my words in his own way, making his own deal for her benevolence.

Helia’s smile was beatific as she agreed, her eyes glazed with love and desire and obsession. Perfect, for us. And she agreed without another word, just like I expected. Because as always I kept something back. Something just for me.

And my terms were steep.