Page 62 of Crucible

“You want me tothankyou for not assaulting me?”

“Have you ever had your pussy eaten before?” Aurelia looks almost ashamed when she gives a small shake of her head. “Then trust me, Sunshine. The last thing you would have felt was put out.”

“I’m not thanking you,” is all she says.

“You’re so fucking sexy. I could fuck you right now,” I offer while thrusting my hips up so she can feel how hard I am for her. “Would you like that, Sunshine? Can I bend you over this table? I won’t be quick, but I’ll make you scream. Promise.”

“No, I—Please don’t.”

“Then what do you say, Aurelia?”

The dining room is taut with tension as the three of us collectively hold our breath, waiting to see if our prideful princess will bend.

“Th-thank you.” Her hands ball around the hem of the flannel, and she looks like she wants to stab me with the knife I have embedded in the wooden surface of the table. She’s eyeing it hard, so Khalil cautiously reaches out and removes the weapon before changing the subject.

“How are you not a virgin, but you’ve never had your pussy eaten?” he blurts in delayed astonishment.

“You’d have to ask the whopping four men I’ve fucked.”

Khalil gapes and then just shakes his head like he’s disappointed in our girl for not choosing better partners.

“You’ve only had sex with four men, and two of them were for revenge?” Thorin remarks.

“I’ve been busy,” she says simply.

“Head should be fucking mandatory,” Khalil grumbles while staring thoughtfully at the wall. He’s really upset about this.

Aurelia perks a brow. She thinks we don’t see the interest she’s trying so hard to hide in her eyes. “Are you decreeing so as the giver or receiver?”

His heated gaze snaps back to her as he says, “Be a good girl for us, and you’ll find out.” The three of us wait for Aurelia to deny that she’s not picturing Khalil’s head between her thighs even now. Surprisingly, she doesn’t. Her gaze is a little unfocused as she stares at his mouth, and Khalil shifts in his seat while I grow a little harder under Aurelia’s plump ass. “You didn’t eat,” he points out. “Why?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“That’s not what you said whenyou demandedwefeed you,” Thorin reminds her. He can never let anything go. Asshole still hasn’t forgiven me for trying to burn him alive that one time.

My gaze narrows as it shifts between Zeke’s friends.

Or was that Khalil I tried to torch?

“I’ve lost my appetite,” Aurelia answers, snapping me out of my thoughts and my favorite subject—murder.

Khalil’s gaze flicks to me when I start grinning like a maniac, but he doesn’t remark on it. He probably already knows she’s the reason.

Aurelia.

No matter how many times we try to break Sunshine, she dares us to push harder.

“Come here.”

I roll my eyes because Thorin giving a shit whether she eats is obviously a ruse to get her out of my lap and into his. Along with holding a grudge, Thorin also has a problem with sharing. We all do, which is how I know this will never work.

I, for one, can’twaitfor it to blow up in our faces.

Jealously, I hope Thorin gets maimed the most when Aurelia stands and slowly rounds the table. Thorin doesn’t speak or touch her, yet Aurelia lowers herself onto his leg without being told to.

Thorin pulls his half-eaten plate closer to himself before using his fork to pierce the tough-as-Teflon deer meat that Aurelia butchered worse than Thorin did when he killed it.

He brings the fork to her lips, but she stubbornly turns her head away.

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