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I’m going to be so fucked, aren’t I?

Chapter 7

AMAND

Lev had way more information than we had originally thought. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, the creature just… didn’t seem like much. Yet the information he gave us detailed an entirely different picture. His tips came with stealth, practice, and just a hint of violence. I had a hard time keeping a straight face as he laid the story out before us, although now that we have most of the picture—there isn’t much to smile at.

Omega wolves, mainly women, were being taken and then found—dead. A witch being involved complicates things. Lev had hinted that there could be witches, although he's only ever caught one magical scent, which meant a coven was behind these things. Yet another complication.

I do not like complications.

Speaking of which, Lev is a complication, an unknown. Lev’s tips are so good that the creature is standing before us, arms wrapped around himself to hide his bare chest but doing nothing to cover the bulge between his legs. The rest of him is still fully clothed.

Rowan is going to lose his shit in a minute. He and I are stark naked, proudly standing before the PI, grinning like madmen about to devour their last meal. Lev is torn between terror and lusting after our chiseled frames.

I won’t lie and say that I’m not turned on by either prospect. Either Lev tries to run and we give chase or he steps within our reach and we have our way with him.

I step toward him, opening my mouth to speak when he retreats, and then returns to his former location. “Please. Don’t. I’m really confused right now.” His voice trembles, dripping with anticipation of our next movements. I can see that he’s bouncing from foot to foot to keep from disappearing into his surroundings like he had in Vince’s office.

But Rowan is a loose cannon, stalking toward Lev like prey. In an instant, Rowan’s lips are smashed against Lev’s as his arms wrap around the smaller creature to pull him flush against the Basilisk’s body. The resulting moan that slips from Lev’s lips makes my cock painfully hard and I watch with growing interest at the way Rowan dominates Lev’s body.

Lev doesn’t fight, leaning into Rowan’s embrace, giving back just as much as he’s getting but when the creature thrusts forward, their arousals brushing together through the thin cotton of Lev's pants and Rowan hisses with pleasure, I refuse to sit on the sideline any longer.

Chapter 8

LEVIATHAN

I am not entirely sure how we got to this point. The point where Rowan is slowly bending me over the kitchen table, the Basilisk running his hands down my naked body after shredding the rest of my clothes. I’m pretty sure there was a fang in there, light scratches across my back from Amand as he steals my attention from the cock pressing against my ass.

We should be focusing on the case and the witch or witches who might be responsible for the Omega wolves disappearing. Instead, my desires are overriding my rational mind as I grip the edges of the table, waiting for Rowan to act on his instincts. He did say he was having a hard time choosing whether to kill me or fuck me.

There’s still time for both.

Hopefully, he’ll fuck me before he kills me so that I at least get a little pleasure out of it.

Rowan rocks against my ass, his cock sliding between my cheeks and catching against my hole. I hold my breath as he continues the motion, my jaw pulling tight at the idea he won’t be able to override his instincts to just stuff it in. I like pain just as much as the next guy but not like that.

“Lube, you asshole,” Amand hisses, tearing Rowan away from me. There’s little time for relief as two slicked-up fingers begin massaging my rim. “You have ten seconds to say something, Lev. My instincts are just as strong as Rowan’s so if you need to tell us game over, it needs to happen now.”

I frown. “We’re still playing that game?” It makes sense. They haven’t completed either goal and I suppose fucking me counts as one. It’s also preferable to being dead. I’m not tapping out because it’s been a good while since I’ve had a good hard fuck and Rowan seems like he’s a bit wild with it. “If you don’t shove those fingers in my ass, Amand, I will prep myself.”

That earns me another hiss and three fingers pumping mercilessly into my hole. The slight burn as I remember to relax fades away to pleasure, the sensual haze from this moment growing until I can barely feel my limbs. The only thing I feel is Amand’s entire hand—nearly—shoving into my hole before he whispers, ‘ready’. Seconds later, Rowan is standing behind me again, my face lying on the cool wood of the kitchen table. Then he thrusts inside, his girth filling me until I feel like he's going to split me in half.

“Holy shit, you’re fucking huge.”

I didn’t expect any different from these creatures who are easily a few inches if not a head taller than me. Rowan isn’t paying me any mind as he pulls back out and then plunges forward, the table creaking on wobbly legs. One of his hands moves to grip my waist, the other wrapping around the back of my neck as he leans over me. His tongue darts out to run along the curve of my ear, his beast taking over this moment.

“It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to fuck someone other than Amand, little birdie,” Rowan whispers in my ear. “And I’ve been truly missing out. I hope you don’t croak after this because you’re squeezing my cock just right. Leviathan, you might not know what you are but you were made for me.”

I shouldn’t like those words.

They shouldn’t send tingles down my spine.

And my cock shouldn’t be hard and leaking as Rowan starts up a pace that I can only give into. I haven’t been fucked this hard in ages. There will be bruises tomorrow but I’m going to cherish every last one.

Because tomorrow, I’m going to march my ass over to Vince and tell him that I’m not working with these two. We’ll never get anything done.

That’s when I remember Amand is not part of this delicious embrace, my eyes frantically moving around to locate the other Basilisk. I don’t like unknowns and while both of these men fall into that category, it’s worse when I can’t see them. Rowan catches onto my frantic hunt as his fingers tighten around my neck and lifts me up so that my back is arched off the table.

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