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Chapter 17

Rebel

Ruin’s ideaof babysitting is sitting across the room from Celia and watching her flip through magazines all afternoon.Booooring.He might as well be a ghost for how little he says to her. I’m sure if he suddenly moved, he’d spook her like one, too.

The man doesn’t have a stick as far up his ass as Rage does, but he sure doesn’t know how to let loose, either.

Or, more likely, his idea ofletting looseinvolves a lot more slicing and screams than mine do. To each their own, but at least I’m not dragging Celia to a corpse-carving fest for fun… which I wouldn’t put past him, honestly.

But I have much better things in mind to make Celia scream.

“Baby, wanna go for a ride?” I jangle the set of brand new car keys in my hand. “You can driiiive.”

Celia’s head whips up from the magazine in her lap. I can feel the excitement from across the room as she jumps up and practically runs into my arms. Although she doesn’t fall into me like a grateful girlfriend should, I wrap my arms around her body and tuck my hands in her back pockets. Ever since Rage gave her the new wardrobe, she’s been rocking pale blue jeans and cute, cozy sweaters that never fail to give me the hard-onof a lifetime. I grind my throbbing length against her stomach, enjoying the way she blushes and squirms.

Rage will have a hissy-fit if I fuck her, but she hasn’t been letting any of us into her pants since her workouts with Thanatos started a few days ago.Too sore, she says, jumping into the shower for hours at a time.

If it weren’t for the video footage of their training sessions, I’d swear thathe’sthe one fucking her into the mat, but no. They really are just working out.

Hardcore sparring and weight-lifting, sure, but working up a sweat regardless.

You’d think her hormones would be raging for some dick by now, but she’s out like a light every night. At least I’m the one sleeping beside her. In that arena, I’m clearly winning against my brothers.

It feels fuckinggood.

I glance over at Ruin. “Wanna come with us?” He’s been sleeping in my bed, too, naked like the rest of us. It’s a little weird to share a bed with him every night, but Celia seems to like the extra warmth, and although Ruin doesn’t say as much about it, I know he’s enjoying it, too. He likes to watch Celia in her sleep, the creepy fucker.

What better way to do that than lie beside her every night?

“C’mon, you can ride shotgun.” Which means he’ll have a better view of her than me, but I’ll throw the man a bone. He’s been going hunting with Thanatos before dawn every morning, and they’ve been coming up empty for days. My little brother needs a win, too.

Ruin peels himself off the wall and stalks over to us, crowding in behind Celia like a second skin. She gasps, her pretty emerald eyes going wide as we sandwich her between us. Grabbing her chin and tilting her head back, I stare into thosegorgeous eyes, admiring the way they dilate as her body reacts to ours. Thumbing the bow of her lips, I smile. “Want a kiss, baby?”

She licks her lips, swiping her tongue against my fingertip.Fuck, I’d kill to see her taste my cock exactly like this. “Yes,” she breathes, lifting onto her tiptoes and parting those perfect lips for me.

Fuckingbreathtaking.

With a hum, I claim her mouth in a slow, measured kiss that leaves me buzzing. Alcohol doesn’t touch this feeling—neither does E or blow or any other drug on the street.Nothingcompares to the way Celia fires me up from one nerve ending to the next, lighting me up like a damn Christmas tree. I pull off of her mouth with a reluctance that’s only rivaled by my eagerness for the alternative. “Now, lean back and close your eyes.” I gently push Celia back onto Ruin’s chest and place my hand on her throat to keep her still. Her pulse jumps beneath my fingers, and my body trills from the thrill of knowing how much we affect her.

We.Not just me. But the both of us.

It’s becoming its own kind of addiction, seeing the two of them together. It’s different than when she’s with Rage—the two of them are explosive—but with Ruin, there’s a tenderness that can’t be matched. Even with me, we lick each other up like fire to gasoline, but with Ruin…

There’s something different about them, and I’m itching to explore it.

Celia obeys without comment, and a rush of pride rolls through me. “Good girl,” I tell her, squeezing her ass. Fuck, that’s gonna turn me on. My cock twitches and swells at the memory of her raspinggood boyto me in Fox’s Ferrari. I could blow right now, spilling in my skinny jeans like some teenager getting his first over-the-pants handie.

Ruin handles her compliance much more gracefully than me, staring down at her without moving. He’s a master of restraint,knowing when to withdraw and when to go in for a strike. Slowly, his hands circle her hips, and I have to wiggle my own free from between their bodies. “Stay still, baby, and you’ll get another kiss for being so good.”

I lift an eyebrow at my brother. Can he do it?

Does he even know how?

Once it becomes clear that he isn’t going to throw his mask off and devour her lips like he should, I press a soft kiss to her lips. A moan catches in my throat, and I have to hold back before slipping my tongue inside her heat. Damn damn damn. Ruin better get in here soon, or I’ll?—

The littlesnapfrom one of the clasps on the side of his mask makes my muscles twitch. Slowly, he lifts it just high enough to free his mouth. I know that he’s self-conscious about the burn scars, but I can barely see them curving down the side of his cheek. A smooth edge from the longest patch of scars on his face touches the edge of his lips, and I know it’s that exact spot he’s thinking about when he twists his mouth into a frown.

He wants to kiss her. He’s tempted. She’s right here, ripe for the taking, if only he could?—

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