Fate of a Royal (Lords of Rathe, #1)(6)
She gives a small nod, remembering.
The lawn’s littered with people, all from school. Alexander Oliver has a girl on her knees in front of him, her little hand wrapped around his cock as her head bounces back and forth. Some old school D12 song plays loudly through the speakers as I jog up the steps to the front door. People separate for us as we move through the masses. If they aren’t trying so desperately to be our friend, they are trying to fuck our regulars.
I push through the door, shoving away the two girls who were making out on the other side. Fog swirls around our feet and the ambient lighting offers just enough to show you what’s happening. A complete contrast to what’s going on outside. As soon as you step inside, it’s like you’ve walked into an intimate club. Manipulated by magic, there are no separate areas. No kitchen, lounge, or bedrooms. Just one big ass room. The ceiling sparkles with rows of lights, and in every corner, there are oversized, round sofas tucked away. A loud crash sounds at the back, and two shifters stumble through, one in Lycan form and the other in human. Harrison Leviant smirks up at the Lycan, who I’m pretty sure is Justin Evok, since he’s the only one who cheats any time there’s a fight by shifting.
“Come on, you big hairy fuck!” Harrison shakes his long blond curls around the place. “Dyin’ to kick your ass again!”
“Damn our Elders and their need to protect our own kind from us…” Legend comes up beside me, crossing his arms. “Could have been fun persuading these dumb fucks to do whatever we want.” I brush off my little brother’s reason to cause chaos, heading to the other side of the room where bottles of alcohol, specially made by our own distilleries to allow for double the strength, and Fae dust line the counter. If any of the Giftless we drag in here were to come looking for a party favor, they won’t spot our stash, all of it only visible to the keen eye.
We don’t want them whining and complaining the whole time, though, so we do stock some weak, standard options in the fridge for our toys to sip on.
The music is loud and rowdy as I swipe the dollar bill that’s rolled up and shove it up my nostril.
Why the fuck am I so bothered?
I squeeze my eyes closed to shut out the raw memories. The way my lips turned to fire as soon as theirs touched. The way heat rushed through my body when her hand came to the back of his neck. I felt it. I felt it all. It was as though her touch burned me without even so much as meeting my skin.
A hand slides beneath the waistband of my jeans and my eyes fly open as I slam my glass of bourbon onto the counter, clearing my nostril.
“Hey,” her familiar voice purrs from behind as she kisses a trail up the side of my arm. Her fingers inch farther beneath my jeans, and every second they’re on me, I want to tear them off. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I lean down until our eyes collide. “Hey.”
Alexandra Kova has been around my dick more times than she hasn’t since we were old enough to want sex. When she’s not with me, she’s with Sin. And when she’s not with Sin? I don’t give a fuck where she is. There are many things that separate the Gifted and the Giftless, and this is one of them. We don’t waste our time being faithful to every person we’re fucking. We don’t even do the whole girlfriend or boyfriend thing, not in the way others understand anyway. Do many of us have a preferred person to call on for occasions that require a body at our side? Sure, but that’s pretty much where those paltry titles die.
We owe no one our loyalty until we meet our mate, and for me? I wanna stay way the fuck away from that. I don’t need a weakness in my life, and people can talk that shit up as much as they want, but a mate is a fucking liability. A straight up weakness. It’s a target for every enemy you have, and thanks to mine and my brothers’ bloodline, we’ve got a lot of those.
Alex’s blonde lashes fan out over her puffy cheeks. She’s cute enough. With a heart-shaped face, green eyes, and an ass to grab on to, she’s perfect for keeping my dick warm. “Shall we play?”
I find Sin instantly, and I’m not at all surprised that he’s already watching our exchange from behind his glass of vodka. He wants it more than I do. I can see the hunger in his eyes, forever there and never quenched, but I’ve never felt it the way I had tonight. Like I was the one standing before the white-haired wonder.
I look back down at Alex. “Give us a good enough show, and yeah, maybe. But Sin brought a friend back.”
She shrugs, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. “The more the better, remember? I play to fuck, lover. Nothing more, and nothing less.”
I stand straight. “Well, go on then…go show us why you’re worth it.”
When we were ten years old, Alex made it her mission to become a Master of Magic. She’s an overachiever at heart.
She slowly plucks away her clothes, until she’s standing in her bra and underwear, closing the distance between her and Sin. The music has shifted to a song by The Weeknd and I watch eagerly as her hips ride the beat. This will pull me out of my shit mood. It has to. It always has. I’m not just talking about Alex, I’m talking about sex. It’s the greatest outlet for our kind, and we all harness it often. Stimulation does something to our blood, and it’s a sensation we’re wired to chase.
I shoot back the rest of my bourbon, and it’s not until the alcohol burns down my throat that I realize I don’t give a fuck about whatever she’s doing, and if I grind my teeth anymore, I am going to have none left. Anger simmers beneath my skin like a volcano waiting to erupt.