Page 65 of Rattle the Cage

Blade gripped Tess’s hair tighter as she released onto our plaything’s fingers. “Fuck!” Her voice echoed off the cobblestone.

Tess’s eyes darted open as she lost control, staring deep into mine and piercing me with her gaze. “Oh, fucking fuck!” Her voice was raspy and raw through the grip I had on her neck.

I felt her pussy tighten around my strap, forcing the base to press harder into my clit and sending me over my own edge. “Good. Fucking. Toy.” I hissed out as my grip tightened.

Only when my body stopped quaking did I take my grip from Tess’s neck.

Gasping for air, she clung to me and wrapped her arms around my waist.

“Shh, I’ve got you.” I kissed the top of her head as she tried to catch her breath.

Blade straightened her hair, smoothing the nest of strands she’d created with her iron grip.

Holding her close, I felt how delicate she was. For all of her acting, Tess was just as vulnerable as all of us humans were.

Cyrus had hurt her, we all had.

But the grumpy dickhead was the only one who couldn’t figure out how to fix it.

Maybe she just needs a little encouragement.

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CYRUS

What a bunch of fucking animals.

I wasn’t talking about the pigs we’d slaughtered. Blade and Nash could hardly be left alone with Tess for five minutes before whipping their dicks out. It was pathetic.

Not as pathetic as my jealousy, though.

I tried to fight back the feeling as I finished in the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. It was fucking stupid. I’d spent the better part of a decade hating Tess, and all it took was one seed of doubt to convince the animal part of my brain that it wanted her?

I never really hated her though…

My lip curled as I tossed on a tshirt and headed to the kitchen for a protein shake. I could hardly dismiss the feeling before the three of them came stumbling back into the apartment, hazy-eyed dripping in fresh blood.

The sight of Tess drenched in crimson made my stomach twist. I’d seen Nash and Blade like this a thousand times before, but for a moment, my brain couldn’t compute that the blood wasn’t hers. A flash of panic swelled in my chest, quickly followed by a swell of desire.

She was arresting. Every inch of her was committed to our cause, an agreement signed in blood. Her eyes glimmered with a new sense of awareness, animated by everything that she’d seen. And as she lifted those hazy blue eyes to meet mine, my bones ached with a knowledge of my own:

They fucked her. But not well enough.

She was still standing, still grinning and giggling. If I had taken her, there wouldn’t be a single synapse firing correctly in her brain. And the blood painting her skin wouldn’t just belong to me and the monsters we’d hunted.

Those two might be chaos, but I was fucking havoc.

And I need to get my dick back in my pants before I do something really fucking stupid.

Slamming the fridge door, I turned back to the hallway, trying to ignore the way Tess jumped at my movements. Behind me, I heard murmuring, Blade cooing something into Tess’ hair before their footsteps started down the hall behind me.

I didn’t need to turn to hear when Blade and Tess peeled off to the left. As they disappeared into Tess’ en-suite bathroom together, I couldn’t help rolling my eyes. One round wasn’t enough?

Of course it wasn’t.

But a third set of footsteps stayed steadfast behind me, keeping my mind from drifting to past the bathroom door.

Picking up my pace, I slipped into my room, hoping that the shut door would ward off further company. But I’d hardly sat on the bed before the door was swinging open and Nash’s bloody frame was filling the doorway.