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“That feel good? You like Ash sucking on your cock while I’m in your ass?” I say to Liam.

He nods and wiggles his ass into me as I fuck him deeper.

“How about you, Ash? Like sixty nining with your boyfriend?” I ask.

Technically, they don’t do labels, so I could be pushing the limits here, but I can’t help myself. Asher pulls Liam’s cock out of his mouth for a moment as he practically growls.

“Fuck, yes I do. We have the best boyfriend, princess.”

“We really do.” I agree as Asher sucks him back into his mouth, moaning as he deep throats him.

Altogether we move, skin on skin, spit dripping, cock slobbering. The sounds of this room are absolutely disgusting and yet so fucking delicious.

I fuck Liam harder and faster, chasing the high I know is so close as my pussy begins to pulse around the small dildo inside me. A few more thrusts and it sends me over the edge. I’m whining and screaming my release as Liam whimpers around Asher’s cock, following right behind me. Just the taste of Liam must have been all it took for Asher though, because his groans echo as well, both him and Liam drinking down each other’s cum until they release one another, ragged breathing being the only thing you can hear for several seconds.

Slowly, we all pull apart, laying in silence on the bed. Liam is the first to speak, turning to look at Asher and me with a cheeky grin.

“Happy fucking birthday to me.”

Chapter Thirty Four

Liam

After the amazing morning with Skyla and Asher, the five tiered cake and the fucking balloon arch, there was no way the rest of the day could live up to it. All good things must come to an end and all that depressing shit. Now, much like a few weeks ago, the others are getting ready for the party tonight, only this time, I’m the guest of honor. And I couldn’t be less thrilled.

The ride to campus was quiet. Ronan didn’t try to speak, and neither did I. I wouldn’t know what to say even if I tried. I have no idea what awaits me tonight, only that I’m sure I’ll never be the same after it. If Ash is anything to go off, that is.

Ever since his birthday, he’s tried to pretend, put on a good show. There is something shadowing him, plaguing his dreams, monopolizing every ounce of space in his mind. It’s heavy and dark and, fuck, he won’t let anyone in.

I begged him to tell me what happened at his ceremony to help me prepare, and he begged me to never ask him again. The way he looked at me broke me in two, and for him, I dropped it. Suffice to say, I’m shit fucking scared.

The walk through campus is long and quick all at once. Like a blur, I blinked and somehow found myself waiting outside the meeting room door, burgundy robe on and finger freshly pricked from the sign in sheet. I inhale deeply through my nose, exhaling deeply once more before nodding to the man at the door. He nods to me, pushing it open and revealing the room.

There is a table in the middle of the room, not like the one they use for meetings, or the stone one used during Asher and Skyla’s ceremony. This one is different, industrial, medical almost, with a black folded over cloth on the end.

My eyes roam the room, meeting the eyes of every Elder, including the newest Elder, Asher. My eyes come to my father, and he lifts his chin, as if to say straighten up. I do so instinctually, no matter how much I fucking hate the bastard. Finally, my eyes come to Asher’s dad, and he smiles at me warmly as Ronan moves to stand behind him.

“Welcome. What a joyous day for us to all be reunited in this holy room so soon. Gaining new members, new brothers, is a gift that can only be given to us by God himself.”

A collective nod waves through the room as Christopher turns to me.

“Liam Walcott, do you swear your allegiance to the Brethren? Do you swear to honor our ways, fulfill our practices and protect our secrets?” he asks.

“I swear,” I nod.

“Do you swear to slay our enemy when given the chance and keep our people safe?” he continues.

“I swear.”

“Do you swear to enforce all law whenever deemed necessary, no matter the task?”

Fear clenches inside me at that. I don’t like the sound of that, not at all. Fuck, God, if you’re there, please help me through this. I’ll do something…anything. Just…help.

“I swear,” I hesitantly answer.

Christopher’s mouth twists up like he didn’t like my delay, and I dart a quick glance to see my father mirroring his expression.

Shit.

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