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“That’d be cool,” Stitches said, nodding.

“No dogs either,” Church continued. “We have enough trouble keeping ourselves alive. No point in adding an animal to the mix.”

“Lame,” Ashes muttered. “So our house mascot is a snake named Bill?”

“William Snakespeare,” I corrected. “Bill for short.”

“I think a snake is a great mascot.” Church stared right at me. “Don’t you think, Sin?”

“I do,” I murmured, letting my eyelids shutter closed as Sirena kissed along my neck.

Fuck, it felt good to be loved by her.

To be home.

“Maybe you deserve a welcome home gift,” Church continued.

I stared at him through slitted eyes, my heart pumping hard. I knew where he was going with this. I wasn’t going to force her, though. She’d stopped me before. Whatever she wanted would be at her speed.

“Specter.” Church continued to lock eyes with me.

She pulled away from me, making me ache inside, and got to her feet. With a sweet look on her face, she walked to where she was summoned. Church dragged her onto his lap and whispered in her ear. I watched him caress her as he spoke, his hand running slowly up and down her back.

I ground my teeth at the sight.

Sharing this way was still new to me, and god knew Church and I had our issues with women in our past. I had a feeling he wanted to show me who was really in charge around here, so I watched, desperate to rip her away and hold her close.

Church let out a soft laugh as she buried her face in his neck and twisted her fingers in his shirt.

“She’s shy,” he called out to me. “Nervous for you to see her. And seemingly a little scared.”

“Siren, I won’t hurt you,” I called out, noting the desperate tone of my voice.Fuck, pull it together, you damn pussy.

“See? He wants it too,” Church cooed to her as he ran his fingers through her long black hair. “He’s seen your pussy before, remember? He’s even tasted it.”

I swallowed hard at the memory of the time Church brought her here, and we played around with her. I’d been so fucking rock hard that I’d had to jerk off in the bathroom to calm myself later that night.

“We don’t have to,” I said honestly. “I’m fine if we don’t. In fact, I’m better than fine. I’m just grateful to be here.”

I didn’t mention how nervous I was at my tattered body being put on display. It had been torn to shreds from me punishing myself. Having that reminder out in the open maybe wasn’t the best idea, especially if it triggered Sirena. Being self-conscious had never been an issue for me, but now that things had changed, I couldn’t help the feelings.

“Let her decide.” Stitches took a seat next to Ashes on the couch, leaving me alone along the L part. “I don’t want you to force her. We already had a fucked-up time with her when you made her lie on the table with our come drying on her face.”

I clenched my hands into fists. I hadn’t known that’s what she was doing. I believed they’d fucked her and left her there on Church’s orders as a way to fuck with me. And sure, it had been a great way to fuck with me, but I hadn’t known that shit had happened.

“What’s wrong, Sinclair? Don’t like the way our house is run?” Church asked, eyeing me.

I scoffed. “You know, there are some things I never liked. I don’t like that you came all over her in humiliation and left her out to dry like wet laundry.”

“In our defense, we didn’t know that’s what was going on,” Ashes spoke up. “We thought we were simply having fun. She was into it.”

I looked down at my hands, not wanting to talk about it. I’d only just gotten home. Pissing everyone off because I didn’t agree with any of it didn’t seem like the best idea at the moment.

It wasn’t until Sirena was kneeling in front of me that I lifted my head.

“What are you doing?” I murmured, drinking her in.

She offered me a gentle smile before reaching out and cradling my face.

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