Page 19 of Unhallowed

My spine begins to tingle, even more heat rushing south, and I grip the dirt until I know it’s under my fingernails. Until they fucking hurt. “Oh,God.”

“Look around, little demon,” Killian taunts softly. “There’s no God here. Onlyme.” He fucks me harder, his fingers speeding up. “So call out to me.Say my fucking name.”

“Killian,” I moan.

“Louder, baby girl,” he demands with a growl. “Scream your lungs out for me. I want everyone to hear you, just in case they forget you belong to me now.”

“Killian!” I scream as I begin to tremble, my legs giving out on me.

He holds me up with one hand on my hip, and continues to circle his fingers over my clit. “Fuck, this tight ass is doing things to me.” He moans. “Come for me, show me how much you love how I’m fucking you.”

I scream as the orgasm takes over my body, possessing me like a demon and gripping me with its claws. I bury my face and nails in the dirt again, unable to come up for air.

“Is that what you like?” he asks as I shake violently.

“Fuck.” I moan.

“You want me to talk to you like the dirty little whore that you are?”

My body melts into the earth as he removes his fingers from my pussy and grabs both my hips now, his fingers wet against my skin, and I moan again at how filthy this is.

“Yes, Kill.Yes.”

“Oh,” he groans as I feel his cock pulse inside of me. “My perfect little demon.Mine.”

I start to believe it, that I’m his.

He’s repeated it so much I think I’m beginning to be convinced.

“Say you’re mine.”

“Yours,” I say through gritted teeth, lying to him.

After all, I have his mark and his brand on the palms of my hands. But I’ll be getting out of this somehow, I don’t give a fuck how it happens.

The cabin is fancy with its wooden log walls and warm color palette. Hues of deep oranges and browns adorn every space, and they—The Fellowship—has arranged for this room to become a groom’s suite to get ready in. Not that I’m looking forward to the ritual, but I do want to seal the union between Angel and I once and for all. I’m itching for her, ready to take her in front of everyone, claim her. Or if our dynamic is any indication, she will probably be the one claiming me. But I don’t care as long as she’s mine forever, officially.

Deep brown eyes meet mine as the girl mixes colors on a plate, the face paint taunting me, just a mockery of every time I’ve participated in Cinis—the ritual where we burn the virgins.

Pine Pinnacle—where our rituals happen—is the place where everyone dreams to go to. With its exclusive campgrounds and even more exclusive invitation, the all-male retreat is highly coveted. Not to mention what goes on while there. Today, on Halloween, is the sacrifice of the twelve virgins. Usually thirteen, but one of the girls is supposed to be sacrificed in a different way. To The Family—to me.

“You ready?” A high-pitched voice asks me, grabbing the makeup in one hand, a brush in the other. The brunette with brown eyes is pretty, not my type, but still. Her upturned nose wrinkles as she looks down at the colors, and then she grimaces. I should be angry, outraged at her bravery, but instead I grimace too. I agree with her, this is fucked up. She works for us—an employee. And she’s clearly scared as fuck. The poor mousy girl is always scared, and I wouldn’t put it past our family to have her working here by force. She’s pretty enough to guarantee she probably is.

Her hands shake as they come right in front of my face, and the door swings open. I look into her eyes and nod, urging her on, when a deep voice that does things to me, interrupts.

“Stop,” Killian orders, and as the leader of The Heathens, he holds power. The nameless girl steps back immediately, recognizing who he is. Goddamn it all to hell, I want to get this over with. “Leave us.”

“We’re a little busy, Kill.” I huff, rolling my eyes. It’s so like him to pull shit like this, but I don’t cower. Just what is he trying to accomplish now? Is he trying to stop the wedding? “Can’t you see that?”

“Leave us,” he orders again. “I want to speak with my little brother.”

Little brother.

We haven’t acted like brothers in a long time, haven’t you noticed Kill?

The girl leaves without a word, taking the air with her. It feels like I’m suffocating, my breaths are stuck in my throat. He’s wearing that stupid black robe with the snake on the hood. Thankfully I can see his face. His floppy black hair falls over his eyes, and he pushes it back. He looks boyish right now—yet I know better. He’s the strongest of both of us, and that doesn’t escape my notice. He spends hours in the gym every day. I do too, but he could best me any day. So I submit to him often.

Like right now.

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