Page 153 of Property of Necro
I’ll do anything.
Including die.
I am forever no one.
I am nothing.
And she’s the queen who shall take over my throne.
Chapter
Thirty-Nine
Day One
Carrying plates from the kitchen,I set them in the center of our table. Everyone’s here—even Necro. Mama hands me a basket of biscuits I helped bake today, and I push up on my tippy toes to squish it between a mac-n-cheese casserole and a bowl of green beans. I won’t be touching those today. They’re from Doug’s Garden. Ya know, the one fed with rapist compost. I know one of these days I gotta get past that, but today is not that day.
Coffin pats my ass as I turn to accept the butter from Mama. “Well, hello, handsome,” I tease, and he laughs, sliding his hand up the backside of my t-shirt and touching my bare ass. I swat his hand away, but he doesn’t stop, and I don’t want him to anyhow.
“Isn’t it time to eat?” I nod toward his empty dinner plate.
Shoving his plate to the side, Coffin pats the top of thetable. “If you’re offerin’, then yeah. Hop on up, Sweet Cheeks.”
My jaw hits the floor.
He… he made a pervy joke, didn’t he?
The men howl in laughter as I turn to face Coffin and cup both his cheeks. They’re bristly from not shaving for a few days. “You can have dessert later,” I promise.
The handsome man’s face pinkens just a fraction, and he grins the most adorable, shy grin I’ve ever seen. Gah. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with these men.
It’s one thing to be growly and possessive, which is totally hot.
But this…
I lean down to kiss his forehead when one of the brothers adds, “He could have dessert now. We don’t mind.”
The air shifts, growing heavier, and I know what’s about to happen before it does. Coffin’s entire demeanor changes from playful to murdery in three seconds. Not wanting anyone to end up exterminated tonight like I heard Worm was when I was away, I quickly straddle Coffin’s lap and force his hands to my ass, his favorite part of me, for some silly reason. He tries to stand up, but I grip his face and force him to look me in the eye. “It was a joke.”
The cords in Coffin’s neck turn to steel, and his gaze narrows. “I. Don’t. Care,” he growls, low and menacing.
Of course, he doesn’t.
Ugh. Men.
“We’re here to have dinner together,” I remind, my voice soft, trying to navigate a different, less violent path. “Now grab my ass.”
He doesn’t.
Instead, he growls like a stubborn beast, so I slap his cheek lightly to make him listen. “I said, grab my ass.”
Snarling, Coffin snaps his teeth like he wants to hurt me. So, I let him. If that’s what he wants. His wish is my command. Reaching down, I slip the blade from his boot and offer it to him. “Go on.” I tug the neck of my t-shirt down, giving him plenty of skin to puncture without having to get naked in front of everyone, which he wouldn’t want.
“Sola?” he rumbles, looking between my face and the knife.
“Do it.”
Taking the blade from me, he lines it up and slices across my upper chest. I suck in a sharp breath as fire blooms in its wake and crimson rushes downward. Throwing his knife on the table, Coffin dives for my wound and sucks. I hold his head to me and let him drink. I don’t know why he loves the taste of blood, and it doesn’t matter. It centers him and turns him on, but it also takes the edge off. So as everyone around us carries on and serves themselves dinner, my big blond licks, sucks, and bites me. Thick fingers embed into my ass cheeks. His cock grows hard. I feel it through the denim, but I don’t act on it. This isn’t the time for sex. It’s time for his release, and that’s what I’m giving him.
