Page 63 of Nest Of Lies

I growl at him, but he just growls back. I might be able to get away with everything with the others, but Zaden won’t let me get away with anything.

I love that about him.

I wince. There’s that damnable word again.

“Listen and hear me right now. I’m not that guy. I’m not going to be nice and say the sweet things. Lia, I’m going to tell you that you’re being a moody bitch. I’m going to growl back. So, yell at me, shout at me, tell me what’s wrong, and I will go murder it for you.”

I can’t look at him, so I keep my eyes on the bushes at the edges of my lawn. Manicured, clean, tidy like the house. My house, but not my life.

“No one touches me.” It’s a rushed whisper of words, and my cheeks burn as soon as I’ve said it.

He frowns. I can see it out of the corner of my eye.

“I’m going to need more information than that, Lia.”

I scowl. “You’re all making sure,” I pause, trying not to blush, “I get my needs met, but no one touches me other than when they do that.”

“Is that a problem?”

I whirl on him, furious, offended, angry at this entire ridiculous situation.

“Why are they suddenly doing it?” I shout. “Why are you suddenly allowing it?”

I pause, choking on the vile words that bubble up from my soul.

“What’s wrong with me, that they won’t touch me any time other than when they are doing that to me? Why won’t they,” my voice lowers, “fuck me? What’s wrong with me? Why is your pack servicing me like I’m some desperate dog in heat?”

The words sink into my head, ringing with something I don’t understand.You’re sick. My mother’s toxic voice presses into my brain.No one will love you because you’re sick.

Zaden leans back in his chair and puts his hand on his chin. He doesn’t look stressed or confused. He looks amused.

“They aren’t fucking you because I told them not to.”

I whip my head towards him, outraged.

“I think they are trying not to touch you as much as well because they are all suffering from blue balls, and they don’t want to scare you off. And no one here is servicing you. I have been told your pussy is the most divine gift to ever be gifted to this world, and if he could live there, he would burrow in and make himself at home. I got to hear this in an hour-long dedication to the perfection of your cunt.”

My face is burning so hot. And yet, the thrill is like sunlight after a frosty night.

“I believe another said fingering you is now a favourite pastime, and he’s trying to top his record of six.”

I splutter.

There’s one more question I have, but I’m not game to ask it. Zaden stands up and holds out a hand. I cautiously put my hand in his and allow him to pull me up.

“Do you trust me, Lia?”

I nod without hesitation. He’s Zaden, of course, I trust him.

He pushes the straps of my dress aside and pulls my dress down to my waist. Then he sits back down and pulls me on top of him.

“What are you doing?” I hiss.

“I’m going to hug you, and we’re just going to sit here.”

“But why is my dress down?”

“Doesn’t the sun feel nice on your back?”

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