Page 77 of Crucible
The moonlight that had been absent before bounces off the glass, and I pause as the reality of what I’m about to do comes crashing down on me. A week ago, I never would have imagined myself preparing to sever a man’s carotid while riding his cock.
The thought of bathing in his blood makes me pick up my pace. A cold rage washes over me as I remember the night in the den and how he forced me to my knees.
He should have been the one worshipping me.
Staring down at him now and watching his face as he enjoys me, all I feel is…hmm…
It’s not hate.
Hate isn’t useful.
Hate doesn’t get shit done.
Hate won’t win me this cabin or my power back.
What I feel for Khalil, Thorin, and Seth is far more terrifying and relentless thanhate.
“That’s it,” I urge when Khalil digs his heels into the bed and starts fucking me faster from below. “Come for me, baby. Keep your eyes closed andcome for me.”
My name is a string of broken syllables on his lips as our middles collide over and over. The bed of twisted branches rocks and groans underneath us like it might break in half if we don’t stop, but I can’t. Khalil is close, and the unintentional friction on my sensitive clit has me racing alongside him.
“Tell me again. Tell me how I wanted this.”
My eyes drift closed as my head falls back, and I’m lost. I’m barely aware of my arms rising as I bounce on his thick cock. Khalil doesn’t notice how close he is to death as he gives it to me.
With a strangled cry from us both, we come at the same time. It feels like I’m shattering apart, so my eyes are slow to drift open. My vision is unfocused at first, but then I can see him clearly—head tilted back, veins and tendons stretching as he comes inside of me with a groan.
The asshole didn’t even wear a condom.
Holding the shard above my head with a double-fisted grip, I plunge the sharp tip downward, aiming for the center of his chest. When my wrist is seized so suddenly and harshly, I cry out in confusion and pain.
The shard is snatched out of my hand half a second later, and the sting as the jagged edge slices into my palm is nothing compared to my devastating failure.
I don’t even understand it at first because both of Khalil’s hands are still holding onto me, and his eyes are still closed. The grip on my wrist tightens cruelly, and I feel the bones twinge right before I’m violently yanked off the bed. Khalil’s eyes fly open as I fight and claw to finish what I started—to kill the first thing I can sink my teeth into.
I. Want.Blood.
Next to my ear, a deep voice rumbles in the dark like some terrifying beast awoken from a long slumber. “You arevicious, aren’t you? I think we’ll keep you, songbird.”
I’m tossed onto the floor just as light floods the room.
Thorin is standing between Khalil and me, but his back is to his best friend as he stares down at me with a mixture of amusement and warning. If I want to get to Khalil, I’ll have to go throughhim. Something tells me he hopes I’ll try.
And when Thorin wins, he’ll take what he’s owed.
No, fighting him while outmatched is stupid. I have to be smarter than that. My previous plan was good, but I hadn’t counted on an audience. Seth is standing near the bedroom door conveniently left wide open, but I’m not stupid enough to fall for that. Sitting up slowly, I stay silent and pretend my nakedness or the fact that I was caught isn’t an issue.
“Anyone care to explain what the fuck is going on?” Khalil demands as he yanks the sheet to cover his dick that’s still twitching and leaking cum. It figures his first instinct would be to protect that useless organ.
Lies.
It had been exceptional at turning me inside out.
For a moment, I had the insane thought that Thorin wasn’t just standing between us, for Khalil’s sake.
What if he’s protecting me too?
The moment the question is out there—at least in my warped mind—I realize how ridiculous it sounds. When Khalil finds out what I tried to do, he’ll probably want to kill me, and Thorin is the last person who will come to my rescue if he tries.
