Page 88 of Brutal Birthright

“Look, that was different.”

“So different.” He drawled. “Do enlighten me.”

“Ruby and I are fated together? A soul bond?” Niall waved a hand in the air. “Any of that jogging your memory? I know all your brain cells are probably in your balls right now, but come on.”

He dropped both palms onto the table. Levelling his brother with a look that promised eternities of pain and anguish.

“Unless…” One eyebrow cocked in his direction.

Oh, shit no.

“No.” Rowan spat out the word.

“So, this isn’t a fated situation going on here that we need to be aware of… because that changes things, you know.”

Of course it wasn’t. There’d been no sign of anything when he’d kissed her for the first time that night. Just her usual mouthy self. Intent as always on testing his limits.

This thing between them was nothing to do with the fates or soul bonds or whatever ridiculous notions his brothers had gotten themselves involved with. All they could think about these days was fated mates and the notion was insanity at its finest.

His lip curled, and the look he gave Niall was all that was needed to have his brother chuckling to himself.

“So what, you’re just fucking around with Ruby’s sister, hoping that you won’t get caught?” Rowan refused to answer anything more. This was a conversation that he was more than ready to be done with.

Niall shook his head. Muttering something quietly to himself. Then he pointed a finger in Rowan’s direction and narrowed his eyes. “While I hate to admit that you’re right, I do owe you for keeping my secrets… but you need to come clean to Ruby. I won’t lie to her, so if she suspects something, I won’t deny it.”

He glared at that outstretched finger, imagining how satisfying it would be if he bit it clean off.

“I’ll give you one month to sort your shit out. And I swear on the ancestors I hope you know what you're doing, Rowan. Trust me, if you hurt her sister, I can guarantee Ruby will take more than just your balls for this. She won’t have any trouble with coming after your head.”

Chapter 27

“Fuck. Yes. Harder.”

Please.

Ri moaned as her sensitive nipples scraped against the wooden surface with each punishing thrust. Her walls fluttered around Rowan’s cock as he pumped deep from behind her. They’d barely reappeared in solid form inside his cottage when he’d stripped her bare and bent her over the table.

It was so fucking hot when he lost his control.

Two weeks had passed. Neither of them had found it within themselves to reveal their secret yet. Instead, they’d silently chosen to disappear into one another. Sneaking around and fucking like they might be starved of oxygen if they didn’t get to be together at every opportunity. Racing against some kind of cosmic hourglass where the sand was trickling faster than either of them could have imagined.

Giving Rowan a reason to drag her out of the academy in a whirlwind of teeth and bruising fingers against her skin, that was one of her new favourite games to play.

And he was an oh-so-willing opponent when it came to sex.

“Fffffuck. Your cunt is so wet for me.” The gravel in his voice made her clit throb.

He was still fully clothed and pounding his hips against her ass, with one big hand wrapped around her neck, pinning her to the table. Hitting so deep, she saw stars, and flames surged through her bloodstream.

“Unghhhh. Yes.” She clawed at the table. The crest of her orgasm already threatening to bowl through her with lightning speed.

“Don’t you fucking dare come yet.” Rowan tightened his grip. Shifting his fingers to wrap around the side of her neck and press against her airway. “Smart-mouthed little faerie whores don’t get to come until they’re told.”

Yeah. She’d absolutely earned this kind of punishment.

The best kind.

Ri whimpered deep in the back of her throat. Bright sparks flew through to each of her fingertips and down to her toes that barely touched the floor.

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