Bloodshed (Order of the Unseen, #1)(25)

“Fuck,” I breathe into her. “You taste too good, baby. I need more.”

She comes again for me, whimpering loudly, trying to break free from my grasp.

“I can’t,” she cries, overwhelmed with bliss. The door opens for a brief moment. I lift my gaze, still nibbling, sucking, and licking her sweet cunt, as Jensen and Micah slip into the room. They shut the door behind them, drowning out the music from the party as they watch.

“I can’t take anymore,” she gasps, hushed, little whimpers escaping her lips. “Oh, yes. Yes.”

Her legs begin to shake violently. She cries out, and her back arches. I release her with a sharp breath, and she remains immobile on the bed. Turning to the boys, I straighten my posture and slip back into my black, leather gloves. Wiping away the remainder of her arousal from my mouth and chin with the sleeve of my costume, I shrug.

They shake their heads, as if giving me a silent, well…fuck. Look what you’ve just gotten us into, Damien.

But I know, if given a chance, they would claim her, too.

This night has surely taken an unexpected turn.

We’ve been instructed to hide in the shadows, and watch from afar.

Now, I’m between her legs, my face covered in her cum.

“Mine,” I tell her, brushing her face with the back of my gloved hand. “You are mine.”

I untie the belt of my robe that has acted as a blindfold from around her head, and she opens her eyes. As soon as she spots Jensen and Micah by the door, her face drops.

“Wait,” she blurts out, sitting up and clenching her thighs together, attempting to hide herself from them. “They were watching?”

Quickly securing my mask over my head, before she has the chance to see my face, I nod. She blinks up at me, unsure.

“You’re upset,” I observe. “What part of dark fantasies doesn’t involve having other guys watch as you get that sweet little cunt of yours eaten?”

Her mouth falls open.

Stepping closer to the bed, I reach down, stroking her long, blond hair. “Just because you’re mine, little Quinn, doesn’t mean I won’t share,” I confess. “But only if that’s what you want.”

A pink blush settles on her cheeks.

Suddenly, the door slams open. Several guys dressed as football players stagger into the room, failing to notice that it is currently occupied.

For fuck’s sake.

Quinn rushes to button up the bottom of her body suit.

By the sly looks on their faces, it’s clear that these dirtbags have gotten the wrong idea about what’s going on in here.

Jensen makes his way beside the bed, where I stand tall, completely on edge.

“Hell yeah,” one of them enthusiastically shouts.

“What’s going on in here, boys?” another one directs at us, his tone ominous.

“A damn good time,” another one drunkenly slurs, shutting the door behind him. “We taking turns on her?”

Jensen grabs Quinn’s arm and pulls her from the bed, tossing her behind us.

A rage I’ve never felt before consumes every fiber of my being.

My voice comes out calm. Collected. “What the fuck did you just say?” Yet, my demeanor changes in an instant as my hands ball into fists at my sides.

Little do they know… I’m ready to kill for her.

I already have.

And I’ll kill them next.

Every. Last. One. Of. Them.

“No,” Quinn gasps, pushing past Jensen and placing herself in front of me, blocking my way. “I want to dance,” she redirects.

I stare down at her, conflicted.

Nobody dares to ever stand in my way.

Yet, here she is… Little bit of a thing, demanding my attention.

“Let’s go,” she states, taking my hand and pushing her delicate little fingers through mine.

The bastards stare at us as we walk by, completely taken aback. She somehow gets me through the doorway, until one of them releases a snarky laugh from over my shoulder.

“Whatever. We’ll find her later and have our own fun,” he snickers.

Fury overpowers me as I immediately spring into action.

Micah and I barge back into the room in attack mode. Our fists fly through the air, and shouting takes over the blaring music. I grab ahold of the fucker who threatened to harm Quinn and shove him forcefully against the wall.

I see red as I press the sharp blade of my knife against his throat. His jugular pulses hard beneath his skin, and he becomes paralyzed with fear.

All of his friends become silent, waiting for the inevitable.

Leaning down, with my mask beside his ear, the organ in my chest beats wildly. “Do you have a mother?” I ask him, my voice barely audible, so only he and I can truly share this moment. “I don’t,” I confess. “And if you ever threaten my girl again, I’ll make sure you know exactly how it feels to be motherless. To watch the life leave her eyes.”

Within seconds, his face turns gray, and it’s clear he’s on the verge of being sick.

He holds up his hands, trembling. “I’m sorry,” he blurts out. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, louder, now cowering before me.

I lower my hand and slip the switchblade back into my pocket. But after what he said in regard to Quinn, threatening him isn’t enough. With just one blow to his nose and an eerie crunch of bones, I send him toppling to the floor.