Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
It’s weird how Alaric is being careful tonight. Usually, he lubes up his dick and jams it in. My favorite. I like it to hurt a little. The pain takes everything right to the edge.
Alaric pulls his fingers out before impaling Asher on his dick in one full thrust. “Protect her. We have to wait it out. Three months, and it’s all over. I’ve already started shuffling things at the club. Celeste has no power. She just thinks she does. Three months. I’ll turn thirty and get the keys to the kingdom.”
I stand, forcing my cock to the back of Asher’s throat and Alaric’s dick deep in his ass. “Three months is a long time. How can you keep her safe when Celeste is drooling to put her six feet under?”
My hand moves to the back of Asher’s head, holding him still and choking him with my cock. I thrive on the surge of power when he gags loudly. We’ve learned to lean on each other over the years, using one another to work out the urges indoctrinated into us from childhood to adulthood.
I peer at Alaric. My gut twists as I gaze at his face—a mixture of pleasure and turmoil. His eyes are far away, as if envisioning something beyond the world surrounding us. Alaric wants to save Ella. To allow her to live something pure instead of the eternal damnation we survive in.
It must be hard living with the guilt of a dark savior—someone who wants to do good but is bound to the vilest things by the circumstances of life. Alaric has offered to burn in the flames to set us free so we don’t have to endure this life. But each time he brings it up, we shut it down. Asher and I understand that we belong to this man no matter what happens. We belong with this man.
“You know you always pull us through,” I groan as Asher sweeps the tip of his tongue along my shaft, accepting my release into the depths of his warm mouth as he comes on the hardwood floor. And with that, Alaric pulls out, depriving himself.
“You could’ve finished,” Asher says.
I toss a piece of cloth at Asher before lighting a smoke. “He’ll never finish. With how our boy here edges himself, when he finally blows, it’ll be an avalanche.”
Alaric jumps back and tucks himself in, avoiding eye contact. He never looks us in the eyes after fucking. I’ve always wondered if it’s because I disgust him, but now I realize he’s punishing himself. He doesn’t want to bask in anything that could bring him peace.
The three of us turn at the intrusion of creaking floorboards on the other side of the bedroom door.
Alaric lunges to open the door, and the little sister stumbles into his arms. “It’s not polite to spy, Ella.”
“I-I wasn’t spying, I s-swear,” she stammers.
Alaric pulls Ella into the room, slamming the door behind her. He’s no longer the tormented soul. A stony mask replaces his vulnerability. Slamming her against the door, he leans in, pressing his body against hers. My dick gets hard again at the idea of her frightened by the ridge of his thick cock. Yes, I know that makes me sick. I like my girls a little scared. It’s a problem. It’s also why I didn’t fuck her that night because I realize the damage I would’ve inflicted.
“Please enlighten me, little sister. What would you consider your ear pressed against a closed door if not spying?”
“I heard nothing. I swear.”
Alaric glides his finger down her face, resting the tip on the bow of her lips. “Shhh, little sister. I don’t want you spilling more lies from your sweet lips. Were you interested in a show, Ella? Or were you looking for a repeat of that night?”
Her long, silky hair flies back and forth as she shuts her eyes and shakes her head. I recognize that fear—the kind where you don’t know what’s going to happen. But if you close your eyes and wish with all your might, it will simply be a nightmare you can put behind you. Where does she go when she’s scared? I run to memories of my dead mother, steadfast in her arms as she hums a song.
“Why are you being like this?” Her words are barely a whisper falling from her lips. So soft and filled with sorrow that I’m unsure I heard them correctly.
Alaric falters. He steps back, giving Ella space. She visibly shakes, and tears cascade down her round face.
“Gotta be cruel to be kind, Ella. I don’t want to be unkind to you, but you have to realize there’s nothing but misery for you here. You should run, Ella. Your natural reaction to us should be beyond fear. When you look at us, you should be flooded with horror.”