Page 41 of The Marked and the Broken
Bouncing around the room is a cacophony of: “Wait, what?”; “Fuck no,”; “Killer!”; “Think again, Witch.” Aydin, Evrin, and Kallan move to block the door. When Siah stands up, a handful of voices yell at him to sit the fuck back down. It would be kind of funny if everything about this situation wasn’t deadly serious.
“We’ve talked for all of ten minutes, and you’re ready to just walk up to Adriel’s front door and ring the bell?” Valen demands, stepping closer to me, his irritation pushing uncomfortably up against me.
“What’s left to work out?” I challenge. “You guys continue to train, Torrez is going to get the pack involved, Siah is going to rally as many lamia as he can, and I’m going to pretend to get taken and wait for my chance to kill Adriel.”
“Oh, just like that, huh?” Sabin argues, and I try really fucking hard not to roll my eyes.
“Excuse us, we’re going to go have a little chat with our mate,” Knox announces to the room and then picks me up and starts to carry me out.
Enoch moves to follow, and Bastien steps in his way. “Chosen only,” he growls at him. A tic starts in Enoch’s jaw, but he doesn’t argue or move. Siah watches Knox manhandle me out of the room, and the rest of my Chosen fall in line behind us.
“You’re lucky I like being carried around, or all of you’d be begging Ryker to heal more knife wounds,” I tell all of them with a huff.
Knox carries me out of the big house and over into the little side house we’ve been staying in. He bypasses the small sitting room and stomps to the room where we sleep. He flips me over his shoulder and drops me onto my back. I bounce on the mattresses we have pushed together on the floor, and Knox immediately climbs over me and crashes his lips to mine in a hard, demanding kiss. I spread my legs automatically for him, and his large muscular body settles perfectly where I want it.
Someone clears their throat, and I smile against Knox’s mouth. He makes an irritated noise and sucks on my tongue, pulling away to growl over his shoulder.
“Wait your turn,” he grumbles before grinding between my thighs and turning back to kiss me deeper. Chuckles reverberate off the walls of the room, and someone else makes a satisfiedmmmmsound.
“I didn’t know exactly how I’d feel about watching her be with someone else, but it’s actually fucking hot,” Torrez announces.
“It is, isn’t it?” Ryker agrees. “I, for one, never thought I’d be okay with group stuff outside of the Bonding Ceremony, but watching definitely has its own appeal.”
Murmurs of agreement sound off around me, and I snort super unattractively into Knox’s mouth and push him back.
“You guys are all fucking weirdos,” I announce as I wiggle into a sitting position, ignoring Knox’s objections.
“You know you like it, Bruiser. You pretend to be weirded out by group sex, but we all know you’re game. You’re not fooling anyone.”
I look at Bastien, incredulous. “I am weirded out by group sex. There are six of you and one of me, and I just can’t work out the logistics of that.”
“Seven,” Sabin blurts, and all heads swivel to him. “Based on what’s going on with her magic, I suspect that the lamia might be lucky number 7, either that or he’s one of whatever Enoch and his coven are,” he explains.
“Well, shit, Bruiser, another one?” Bastien whines.
I let out a loud irritated moan. “My magic and I have already had a little chat and agreed it needs to go to rehab for hoarding.”
“Greedy vagina, greedy magic…we might be screwed, fellas,” Torrez throws out.
“Not often enough if she keeps adding mates,” Knox grumbles, and I glare at him.
“We need to trust the magic. If he’s lucky number seven, it is what it is,” Sabin argues.
“I agree,” Ryker and Valen add.
“Well, I am not looking to keep adding mates. Enough is fucking enough.”
“No amount of fucking is ever enough,” Knox counters with a smirk, and I roll my eyes.
“That is not what I mean, and you know it.”
I turn back to the others. I’m completely perplexed by the fact that they’re discussing this like it’s all just no big deal.Don’t mind us, we’re just deciding whether you need to add another mate, no biggie.
“Why do you guys seem so casual about this anyway? You all went berserk when Enoch and his coven showed up on our doorstep. My Sentinel magic lights up for some random dude, and you all are just chill about it?”
“Because Enoch, Kallan, Nash, and Becket don’t feel right as your Chosen,” Valen defends.
“Oh, but this lamia none of us even knows shit about does?” I challenge.
