Page 32 of Unhallowed

“Not anymore.” He affirms. “I don’t want to share my goddamn wife with you.”

“She was supposed to be mine!” I roar. “You fucked that all up for me! How can you sleep at night?”

“With my A/C on sixty-nine and my covers over my head.”

“This isn’t a fucking joke, Killian,” I snap, getting irritated. I can’t fucking believe him right now, making light of the situation. This is possibly the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. “You’re breaking my fucking heart.”

“You want me to fuck it better?” He mocks. “Want me to be your good boy again?”

“Shut the fuck—”

“Or do you want to do the fucking? I have to admit that was fucking good, Drav.” He smirks. “I might even say the best sex I’ve ever had.”

Heat creeps up my neck and to my face, remembering the shit I said to him a week ago. I don’t know what the fuck got into me, talking to him like that. But I felt it in the moment, it just came out. It all felt so good, he did.

Such a good fucking boy, taking my cock.

Does my pretty boy like that?

Fucking hell, what have I done?

My dick hardens, pressing against the fly of my jeans painfully. He cups it with his hand, rubbing it with his palm, and I moan. “That’s right, Drav. You liked fucking my ass more than her, didn’t you?”

I wouldn’t say more, but I’d say they’re at the same fucking level, and that’s a problem for me. I should’ve never done it, convinced Angel to participate in this fucked up thing between Killian and I. She didn’t object when we were all in bed together, but now she won’t even talk to me. Is she jealous because I fucked him? Or is she jealous because he liked it? Because he let me?

I open the front door to my house, the one I’ll be sharing with Angel, and she just stomps on by me, not bothering to look back at me. This isn’t at all how I wanted everything to go down. Not how I wanted to bring her home. But she’s fucking pissed about the sex we just had with Killian an hour ago—the best sex of my life. I can’t even deny that to myself, but I’ll take it to my grave before I ever admit it to her.

“Angel!” I yell after her as she begins to ascend the stairs, “Please, wait!”

“Fuck that,” she growls, spinning in place and holding on to the banister of the stairs. “One thing was fucking him to get out of there…and another wasthat.”

“What do you mean?”

“You fucking loved it!” Her eyes glisten and I take a step closer to her. “You wanted him, you wanted him more than me!”

“I could never want anyone more than you.” I whisper, the truth heavy between us. “Baby it’s us forever, remember?”

“I saw it in your eyes, Draven.” She spits. “I saw how you looked at him! You couldn’t get enough! You wanted more.”

I look down at the ground and clasp my hands together, then look up at the hurt in her eyes—the one I don’t want to see. The one that breaks my heart. The worst part is that she’s right. “We’re different—him and I.” I breathe in slowly. “It’s been years just him and I. He has staked his claim on me, baby. But I swear it—I’ll get me back.”

“I was already supposed to have you back.”

“No, I didn’t like fucking you better.” I growl and push him back, but he doesn’t stumble like I hoped. “We will never be okay again, Kill.Never. I won’t fucking forgive this. I’ll do my job and you’ll do yours, but trust me when I say my cock will never be inside you again.”

“Drav.” He tuts, his face a mask of arrogance. Fire fills my chest as I try to restrain myself from hitting him again. “Next time it’ll be me fucking that pretty ass.”

I roll my eyes, knowing damn well that he could be right. I’m weak, I always have been. While we never fucked outside of rituals, doing it was the only thing I looked forward to when we had to. But I’ll never admit that to him.

“Never again, Killian.”

“The Fellowship will never deny me the right to enforce my marriage, Draven. You’d do well to remember that.”

A chill runs down my spine at his words and I push past him, bumping him with my shoulder. We’re the same height, maybe he’s a little taller than me at six-four, but he doesn’t even fucking budge. Instead he winks at me and opens the front door of the house, slipping in and leaving me alone on the sidewalk.

I planned to just walk aimlessly for a while, but instead I head home, knowing I have to face Angel at some point. It’s getting later in the morning, and I left her all alone in the house without even acknowledging her existence. She was asleep, but still, it feels wrong of me to have done it.

My feet are heavy as I force myself to walk home, feeling rage with Killian and sadness with Angel. I don’t want to fight with her, it’s been a fucking week, but I know it’s coming—and it makes it even harder to go home. I don’t know how I’m going to fix this, but I need to.SomehowI need to.

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