Page 30 of Unhallowed

“Oh, God, I’m so close,.” Draven pants. “Come for me, Kill. Come in our girl.”

“I’m right there, Draven.” I cry out, and he massages my taint instead. My ass grips him tightly, and my hands grip Angel’s hips. “Fuck, I’m so fucking close.”

Angel kisses me, tongue and lips and teeth, and with one more rub of my taint, I’m shooting my load inside of her. I moan into her mouth, and Draven yanks her off me.

“Those are forme, Firefly.Idid that to him.” Draven moans, “Clench for me, baby. Make me come.”

My heart speeds up in my chest at his words, bringing me joy. And I do, I clench for him, making his grip tighten on my legs. He moans and groans and then within seconds I feel him come inside of me. “Yes,” I tell him, “give it all to me.”

Draven pulls out slowly, then thrusts two fingers inside of me, making me clench all over again. “Such a fucking slut for me, Killian. You took me so fucking well,” he murmurs, making my chest hurt, feeling like it’s on fire. Draven is fucking worshipping me right now.

Goddamn.

I think I need a repeat.

He gets off me, and I lie down on my side and pretend I’m tired, not wanting to see them leave me. Her leave me.Himtoo. And within a minute they’ve cleared the room, closing the door behind them.

But I’m not fucking done with Angel.

And this wasn’t a peace offering.

I’m going to fucking keep her, she vowed her fucking life to me, and I’m going totakeher.

Even what I feel for Draven won’t stop me.

Ileft Angel at home, sleeping in bed with her blonde hair coveringmypillow like a halo. Not Killian’s,mypillow, and nothing has made me happier in a very long time. We didn’t stick around to see his reaction after we left the cabin, but if I had to guess he either lost his mind or was eerily calm. There’s no in-between with him.

It’s undeniable that it’s been tense between Angel and I ever since we left Pine Pinnacle a week ago—she still couldn’t understand why she had to be blindfolded—and she’s acting like a jealous brat, too. I think it’s because of what happened between us three, but she won’t talk about it. Her lips are fucking sealed, and no matter what I do to try to coax the truth from her, she shuts down further. She has a problem with me fucking Killian. I know that’s the issue. I just don’t know how to fix it.

Which leads me to now, at Jagger Cargill’s house, another member of The Heathens and my best friend. There’s six of us total—all divided into pairs, soulmates. And Jagger may not be my soulmate, but the friendship I have with him transcends what I have with the rest of them. What I have with Killian, on the other hand, is different and we all know it. It’s not a friendship, it’s not a sibling relationship, we’re just…more. Soulmates, after all.

Jagger has been there for me since the first day I showed up. He took me under his wing and taught me the ropes, to live and die by the rules, to be loyal. To survive. If it weren’t for him, I would’ve fucked this up a long time ago. It’s how I became the golden boy—thanks to his help.

The morning sun streams in through the windows and I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here—why I’m not home with Angel. Probably because I can’t stop thinking about how she’s barely talking to me. How he fucked her and I fucked him. How that may have just ruined everything I built with her.

I think I really messed this all up.

Angel could barely look at me after that, and I know there’s questions burning on the tip of her tongue but she’s too afraid to ask them. Why did you do that? What is going on? Why did you decide to fuck him outside of the rituals?

I should be able to tell her more now, she’s part ofThe Family, but I don’t want to. I’m not her husband, so it’s no longer my responsibility. Maybe it’s fucked, but if we were married I’d keep her in the dark all the same. Killian on the other hand might be more willing to hand out more information, if only to get in her good graces. I don’t know when he started getting so attached to her. Am I missing something? Was it when I asked him to watch her for one hour? One? Did they fuck before they got married? No, she would never do that. Up until now I was the only one to touch her, I should know that for a fact.

“Is this personal for Killian?” I ask the boys. “Does he have some kind of problem with me?”

“I don’t think it’s personal, Drav.” Jagger says, his blue eyes rolling as he takes a hit of his joint. I snicker when he coughs and his delicate nose scrunches. He looks like a pretty boy with his dark hair and blue eyes. I guess I do too. But his square jaw gives him a bit more of a rugged edge. “Or maybe it is.” He shrugs.

“Maybe.” Asher Walton—another Heathen and Jagger’s soulmate—hums from the other side of the living room. He’s the brooding type—the silent one. Which is why I think it’s odd for him to give his opinion. Him and Jagger are polar opposites. He’s definitely the grumpy to Jagger’s sunshine. “He might have been jealous.”

“Of what?” I growl. “Not having me all to himself anymore?”

They both chuckle, and I close my eyes tightly, smelling the marijuana in the room and taking another hit of my own joint. Heat rushes through my body and I instantly relax, melting into the couch.

“Yeah.” Jagger says, “Exactly that. He probably thought what’s yours is his, and since you didn’t feel like sharing, then neither does he.”

“Did you talk to him about this?”

Asher cocks one blond eyebrow at Jagger and chuckles, his crooked grin suddenly like a Cheshire Cat, straight white teeth gleaming, but doesn’t say anything. I see him roll his light green eyes as my lips purse, and he looks away.

Instead, Jagger replies, “I may have.”

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