Lust (The Elite Seven #1)(25)

Taking a breath, he straightens his shoulders. “Our power is unimaginable and all that is given can be stripped away should you break your oaths.”

A tense pull in the air thickens and pulses. That’s a threat if I ever heard one.

“Your initiation begins with the bonding of seven. The men in this room are your brothers. The brotherhood of the seven is unbendable. You are no longer one person, you are seven.”

A low whistle from the green-eyed dude punctures the air, his messy hair windswept over his head.

“I always wanted brothers.” He grins, and there’s something wild and untamed within it.

Ignoring his statement, the big dude continues.

“To be chosen for The Elite is of the highest honor, and for this reason, Pride is always chosen as the conduit between the initiating members and The Elite.”

“Me,” God lifts his chin on a whisper.

“Pride leads the seven. Prove yourselves worthy of full initiation, and you’ll be welcomed into the best society the world has to offer. Your given sin reflects your abilities and personality in life, so shall it be in sin.”

Blowing out a breath of anticipated air, he puts us out of the misery of suspense.

“Mason Blackwell, Pride.” He looks up and gestures a hand to his chest. “That’s me.”

God’s posture turns rigid.

“Samuel Gunner, Wrath,” he reads out next, and the guy with the perfect hair steps forward.

“Rhett Masters…” Thud. “Lust.”

Lust. Of course I’m lust. I hold a hand up to let the others know I’m Rhett.

“They don’t call him Romeo for nothing,” God snorts.

“Rush Dempsey, Sloth.” Slouching against the back wall, one of the two who first arrived steps forward, no emotion showing on his features.

“Micah Dixon, Greed.” A shoulder shrug, followed by, “I’m insatiable, what can I say?”

“Sebastian Westbrook, Envy.” The guy with the feral air about him narrows his eyes on Pride, then laughs before wrapping an arm around my shoulders like we’re old friends.

“I do envy you. Lust, huh? Nice,” he leans in and growls in a playful manner.

“Baxter Samuel Goddard the Fifth, Gluttony.”

Gluttony for God? He does love everything in excess. I study him for a reaction, but his features are unreadable, and then Pride continues talking, distracting me.

“Good luck, and may your sins be worthy.”

I’m fucking pumped. This is everything I wanted.

“There’s a card,” Pride announces, holding up an invitation type card like the ones we’ve been receiving.

God takes the three strides to Pride, and plucks it from his hand, opening it up.

“To bond your brotherhood, you will indulge in the sins of the body, in Lust.”

He grins, waving the thing like a fan. Grabbing God’s wrist to halt his movements, Pride takes back the card and scans his eyes over it. “There’s an address. Let’s go.”





Silence fills the car as God swerves from lane to lane, watching in his rear-view mirror for Wrath and Envy to catch up. His pupils are the size of pinpricks, and his hand taps against the wheel incessantly.

“You feeling all right?”

His head snaps between me and the road as he nods, then laughs.

“Yeah, why?”

“You just seem more jittery than usual.”

He sniffs, then shakes his head. “I just wanted to get a work out in before we did the party scene.”

God is a gym freak. We both stay fit, but he took working out to a new level and had the body to prove it. He was like carved marble.

“I’m sure you’ll get some working out in tonight.” I waggle my brows, and it gains me a knowing smile.

The house we pull up to is gated, a plantation home like God’s, only not as big.

A security guard meets us at the entry, his bulky frame taking up the entire driver’s side window. He taps his knuckles on the glass, and I lower the window.

“Tattoo or coin?” he asks.

Patting down my pockets, I rummage and pull out the coin I woke up with after the night at the club. God flicks open a tray built into the dash hidden from view. We both hold them up, and the guy takes them, inspecting their authenticity. Satisfied, he hands them back, then nods for us to go ahead.

The gates open to a short driveway leading to the impressive house. White pillars stand proud around the entire property, a grand balcony wrapping around the entire upper floor.

Parking the car, God offers me a raised brow, and I grin over at him.

“You scared?” I repeat his words back at him.

“Ask me again once we’re inside. And FYI, I’m not fucking the Pride dude. He looks like a giver.”

“Ha!” I bark out, holding my gut. “I don’t think we have to fuck each other, but good to know you’re on board with the lengths we’ll have to go to get full initiation,” I jest with a soft punch to his arm.

“What’s funny?” Envy asks, coming up behind us, but his interest turns sharply to the house in front of us. With a low wolf whistle, he takes in all it has to offer.

“God was just letting me know how willing he is to get fucked for the brotherhood.”