Page 252 of Slashed Bonds

Look down at her. Flushed. Wrecked. My cum on the inside of her thigh and her lip caught on the piercing, and three pairs of eyes on her before she’s even gotten her breath back.

“What does our Monarch want, hmm?”

She blushes.

Fuck, I like that.

Five weeks of a woman who walks into rooms like she’s already decided how they’ll end, and attention is the thing that puts color in her face.

Not one of us. All of us.

The flush goes from her chest to her ears, and she makes a sound that isn’t a word and puts both hands over her eyes.

“I have an idea,” she says, into her palms. “But. Maybe it’s weird.”

Nikolai chuckles.

He manages the lean. Cuffed wrist dragging Killian’s across the sheet, chain going taut, Killian letting himself be towed without a comment, until Nikolai’s mouth is at her ear and the rest of him is a problem for later.

“You know we’re the Alphas who can fulfill whatever you’re fantasizing, Mommy.” Low. For her, and for the two of us who are close enough to steal it. “You don’t trust us to fulfill it?”

Her hands come down.

Shy. That’s the word, and I’d like it struck from any report I ever file on this woman, and I can’t strike it. She looks at him with a pout. Full lip. The one she bites. The one he bites. A whole conversation happening in the inch between her mouth and his, submissive in a register I don’t have and Killian doesn’t bother with. Daddy and Mommy. A lever they found in the dark and kept.

Not ours. Not like that.

I watch it and I don’t envy it. That’s the strange part. Killian’s got the silence. I’ve got the inventory, the grace before the meal, the hand at the nape.

Nikolai’s got the names and the pout and a woman who covers her face and then uncovers it because he asked if she trusted him. It balances. Three doors into the same room.

As long as we work them together, unraveling her is the achievement I’d put on a shelf. Gold. The kind you don’t hand back at the end of the year.

She swallows.

“On the bed,” she says, quieter. “I want to be blindfolded. But I don’t want to be able to hear, either. And handcuffed.”

Well. Call me horny.

The picture arrives whole. Cloth over her eyes. Sound gone. Wrists somewhere I can see them.

Three of us and a woman who just asked to be taken apart with the exits switched off, in a house where she spent the first week counting doors.

My cock, which had opinions about being done, revises them.

Nikolai hums. Delighted. The chain ticks again.

“See no evil.” His mouth brushes her ear. “Speak no evil. Hear no evil.”

He looks at me. Then at Killian. Then back at her, grin gone wicked.

“Let us fulfill our Monarch’s wildest fantasies, hmm?”

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~MORRIGAN~

Yup.I can die happy now.