Page 4 of Demise

“I was parched. You didn’t offer me the drink I wanted earlier, so I had to make do.”

I raise an eyebrow to him and stare. That teasing smile doesn’t leave his face until I lift my hand to the back of his neck, moving up before my fingers grab a hold of his hair and yank.

His smile drops, and a short gasp escapes him as I lean over him. I purposely let my lips trail over his as I speak.

“If you want to suck my cock, all you have to do is ask nicely.”

Liam’s pupils are blown as he stares at me, his tongue darting out to trace over his lip as I yank on his hair once more. Another gasp escapes him, this one sounding a hell of a lot more like a moan.

“You want to be my good boy and drink my cum?” I ask.

He goes to speak when a voice shouts in the otherwise quiet house.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Asher snaps.

Liam jolts but I don’t release my hold on him, keeping him in place as I stare at Asher.

“Your boyfriend was just telling me how badly he wants to suck my cock.”

An offended scoff escapes Asher as he shakes his head.

“Boyfriend? You’re out of your goddamn mind.”

I don’t miss the hurt that flashes across Liam’s face when Asher says that and honestly, it pisses me off. So, I help the kid out.

“Oh? Was I mistaken? Perfect, more for me,” I say before I drag Liam’s mouth to mine.

To my surprise, he doesn’t react immediately. But one nip of my teeth against his lip, he opens up for me. His hands come to my face, and I drag him closer, my tongue tangling with his just as he’s ripped away from me and hauled into Asher’s side.

I smirk, wiping my mouth with the side of my hand as Asher’s hand flexes around Liam’s hip, keeping him plastered to him. A dazed-looking Liam stares at me until Asher wraps his hand around his throat, pulling his lips to him. He kisses Liamsavagely, hungrily, and I can tell that it’s mainly to show me up. I’ll be honest though, the only real winner in this scenario is Liam, and when Asher rips away from him, the idiot is grinning like he just won the goddamn lottery.

My work here is done.

“What the fuck did we just walk in on?” Griggs grouches, his eyes moving from me to Liam and Asher, Ronan behind him with a stoic look.

“Just call me Cupid, happy to lend my services to either of you gentlemen,” I say as I raise my brows suggestively.

Griggs scowls, and Ronan rolls his eyes before scanning the room.

“Where’s Skyla?”

“Asleep,” I answer. “She was tired, so I carried her to her room for a nap.”

“You carried her?” Griggs asks sharply.

My gaze darts to Liam, who’s now the one with the shit-eating grin.

“Yeah, did we forget to mention Skyla added a new boyfriend?”

“What?” Asher and Griggs ask simultaneously.

“About time; I was getting sick of your lovesick bullshit,” Ronan says as he turns to head up the stairs, always the first to seek Skyla out.

I chuckle at him and shake my head.

“You touched her?” Griggs asks, stepping up to me.

Letting out a low sigh, I stand up, eye to eye with him, as I tip my head to the side. He may be a crazy bastard who is highly skilled, but so am I. He doesn’t scare me.

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