Page 21 of Their Blood Rite

I take off my shoes and step into the stream, tucking the hem of my dress into my belt. Then, I walk against the current, following the winding water towards my most adored place on earth. To the waterfall at the base of the hanging cliffs.

It’s where Cole proposed to me.

When I reach the clearing, I stop dead.

‘What the…’

On the same rock I sat on, when Cole got down on one knee, my best friend is naked and bent over.

Behind her, my fiancé is slamming himself into her.

She whimpers and sobs, clawing at the rock. I’m ready to attack. To tear him away from her.

Until he speaks.

‘You fucking like that, don’t you?’ Cole grunts, rutting into her. ‘You like it up the arse, you fucking bitch! You dirty little whore!’

‘Yes!’ she cries. ‘Yes, I love it!’

She lifts her head, and despite the tears, she’s grinning from ear to fucking ear.

‘It’s all you’re good for, isn’t it?!’ he says. ‘A dirty bitch that likes her best friend’s fiancé to shove his cock up her arse!’

‘Yes!’ she says in a high-pitched whine. ‘Harder. I’m yours. Always!’

I stand frozen, looking at the grotesque display. There is no way in hell she’s enjoying that. She’s clearly in agony but letting him pound into her anyway.

I can’t seem to move. I’m frozen solid as if stuck looking at some horror that I can’t turn away from.

My best friend and my fiancé.

What the actual fuck?!

Thalia sees me.

‘Cole!’ she hisses, reaching back and smacking his arm. ‘Cole!’

‘That’s it. Say my name, bitch.’

‘COLE!’ she snaps, her eyes wide and on me.

He follows what has her staring in this direction. The bastard sees me.

‘Ashe?’ he says. ‘W-what… wait!’ He looks between her and me. ‘This isn’t what it looks like.’

‘Really?’ I laugh angrily. ‘Because it looks like your dick is up my best friend’s arse hole, Cole.’ Still laughing, I shake my head and turn away.

‘WAIT!’ he calls after me.

Like hell. I wade through the water and haul myself onto land. I hear him wading after me.

‘I said wait!’ he grabs my arm and pulls me back.

‘Get your fucking hands off me,’ I warn, pulling away. ‘Don’t you dare touch me, Cole. Not ever.’

‘This means nothing,’ he insists. ‘She means nothing.’

I look behind him, where Thalia pulls on her dress and watches us. I knew she liked him. But I never thought she would do this to me. I never thought he would! I wasn’t even the one who pushed for marriage. It was him. All him.

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