“You don’t have the right to judge me, boy!” my father snarled as spittle ejected from his bloodied lips. “Braelyn will never take you back. And even if she did, she’s nothing but a broken little beta now, with nothing to offer a true alpha.”
“Yeah? How about I breed your pretty little bitch where you can see me fucking her?”
My father laughed, his eyes still locked with mine. “Did you tell her what I did to you, boy?” he snarled, spitting out the word boy like a curse. “No, you didn’t tell Braelyn what her rejection did to you because then she’d know the truth.”
“She’ll know it soon enough. I intend to show her exactly what you allowed to happen to us. I’m going to destroy your pretty daughter, Harold. I’m going to breed her like a bitch, listening to her scream against my ear. You promised me I’d never be good enough for her, yet I have her now. You may have poisoned her mind, but I don’t want that from her. I just need her womb to finish the bloodline her mother started. We don’t need you alive for that, though, do we, boys?” Saint asked as his fist sailed toward my father’s face, sending him reeling to the side.
“No, we don’t need his evil ass alive to take everything from him. Right, Bowen?” Sian asked, snorting as he grabbed me, holding me tightly. My heart thundered against my ribs as he inhaled my scent, cupping my breasts tightly. “I think we’ll all enjoy fucking your perfect little Princess on your grave, Harold,” he chuckled. “What do you think, Bowen, you want to fuck Braelyn’s tight body on her father’s grave?” Sian shoved me toward Bowen while Saint watched, his eyes noting the way my body trembled with actual fear instead of lust this time.
“Fuck, yes. I want to hear her scream as I rail the bitch. I bet she likes it hard, don’t you, Princess?” he growled against my ear, wrapping his hand around my throat until the air failed to escape past my lips. “Zayne, you down to fuck her ass while I rail her pussy?” he asked, and before I could push away from Bowen, Zayne was against my chest.
“Mmm, my pleasure. You take her ass, and I’ll start on this side,” Zayne crooned, lifting my chin to hover his lips against mine. “What do you say, pretty pussy cat? You want me to rail your cunt so hard you don’t know anything else but the feel of me stretching it full?”
“She’s got lips, gentlemen, and I require them around my cock,” Phenrys announced, sliding in front of Zayne, then pushing his thumb into my lips while I slowly blinked past the stars, blotching my sight. “Suck me off, Princess? I always wondered how your soft lips would feel wrapped around my cock. I know you kiss clumsily, but a guy can hope you figured out how to use your mouth for something worthwhile in the last ten years, right?”
My legs started to buckle, and Bowen released his grip around my throat slightly to let me gasp air in past Phen’s thumb. It was instinct, closing and opening my mouth as I sucked air into my starving lungs. Phen chuckled, watching me as someone’s hand slipped between my thighs, stroking my sex roughly.
“What do you say, Princess? Do you want to play with us? All of us? We intend to play with you. We can let your daddy watch since you always did everything he asked of you. I bet you make some sweet noises when you’re packed full of cock and choking one down your throat. I bet Saint will even let us take a shot at breeding your needy cunt,” Sian chuckled, watching as I struggled in the arms of the others.
Something wet splashed against my face, and I blinked, scenting the coppery tang of blood. Eryx, who smirked at me with his dark onyx eyes, turned my head forcibly. The look that burned in them terrified me more than the hands roughly exploring my body.
“I think we should all take turns making her come. Once that pussy is swollen, I say we fuck it raw until she only knows pain. I’ve always wanted to fuck you, but you knew that before you ever belonged to your mate. Didn’t you? You used to hide from me and run if I even got close to you.” Eryx’s grip tightened until I screamed, then he stepped out of the way to show me what was happening.
Saint was pounding my father’s face into the ground before he ripped him to his feet. My father’s face was little more than a bloodied pulp, but that wasn’t enough. Saint’s hand shoved through my father’s back, punching through his chest with his beating heart held in his palm. The crowd cheering him on as he’d pulverized my father went silent. Saint pulled my father’s heart back through his chest with one hand. Using a blade in the other, he severed his head from his body, sending more blood to splatter over his men and me, watching it unfolding.
“Your daddy told us all about you, Braelyn. He even brought me pictures of my mate being fucked. I say we tie her up and use her until she’s nothing more than what she craved to be for her daddy. His precious little whore he passed around to his friends, using her pussy to lure his enemies into slaughter. How many children did you lure in for him? Hundreds? Thousands?” Saint moved to stare down at me as his men still held me. His words echoed in my head, but I couldn’t make sense of them.
Saint’s crew parted, allowing him to slide in front of me. He lifted his bloodied hand, curling his fingers tightly around my jaw before shoving my father’s heart against my lips.
“Fucking eat it, bitch,” he seethed, watching me through crimson eyes. I opened my mouth, and my canines descended, taking a bite from the rough muscle organ. Blood dripped from my lips, running down my throat as he watched me. I ripped it off, holding the tears at bay as I chewed the gritty meat. Saint held the organ to his lips, ripping off a sizeable chunk before passing it around to his men. My body buzzed with the wrongness of having this many males close to me, but my eyes didn’t leave Saint’s crimson alpha gaze while I swallowed the meat. His lips curved into a sinister smile before he leaned closer. “How does daddy taste?”
“Salty,” I whispered, causing the men to laugh.
Saint’s eyes returned to normal before he leaned closer, brushing his bloodied lips against mine. He lifted his hand, pushing fingers through my hair before wrenching my head back, slamming his lips against mine while Bowen held me in place. His kiss wasn’t gentle, fueled with the rage and lust that death created in our breed. He devoured me as if I was next on the menu.
“The interesting thing about your rejection, Princess, is that Saint doesn’t crave you as much as you crave him. That means he won’t be disappointed when he finds out you like my cock more than his,” Eryx laughed, watching my head roll back as Saint lifted his, staring down at me.
“I get her first, boys. After all, she fucked me the hardest,” Saint snorted, glaring at me as he stepped back. “Bring out my mate’s chosen alpha that she intended to fuck tonight. I find myself wanting to murder him too. After all, he dared to touch what rightfully belongs to me. Afterward, we’ll get to know each other better, mate.”
Saint’s men didn’t release me, even as Carlson was pulled from where he’d been watching everything unfold. Unlike my father, he fought off the men who grabbed him. Saint snorted, lowering his head while the struggling alpha was brought closer against his will.
“Did you touch her?” Saint asked, and Carlson’s glare searched me out.
“No, I didn’t. I should have. She wanted it well enough,” Carlson spat, glaring at me as if this was my fault.