And that precedent needed to be settonight.
“Now, Seth.”
Her tone cracked through the air like a whip.
Kaydon and Bryson both tensed.
A war raged behind Seth’s eyes.
The rules had been clear. Follow them, and he could stay. Disobey and leave.
Tension crackled between them like a live wire.
His muscles tightened, coiling like a spring ready to snap. His face darkened, and something dangerous shimmered around him—like a storm about to break.
Adria didn’t move, but she felt Eric shift closer to her.
This must have been the version of Seth that had earned him his nickname. Killer.
And fuck, Adria wouldn’t want to meet this version of him in a dark alley.
“Seth.”
Kaydon’s voice cut through the thick silence. Sharp. Commanding.
Whatever dark thoughts had been forming behind Seth’s eyes faded, clearing like a dissipating storm.
His jaw ticked, but slowly—mechanically—he began to crawl toward her.
His eyes never leaving Bryson’s.
“Look at me,” she commanded.
His gaze snapped to hers.
For the past few days, Seth had responded to her Dominance. He wanted it, in ways he didn’t yet understand. But Adria had no doubts where his true loyalties lay.
Which is why phase two of her plan had to be something they wouldn’t expect.
She tilted her head slightly, watching him.
“At home, I assume you pleasure your brothers?”
She had done her research.
She knewbrotherswasn’t just a word to them. It was a bonded nickname of sorts.
As expected, confusion flickered across Seth’s face, but he recovered fast.
His lips parted, his flush creeping up his throat.
“Fuck yeah,” he murmured, arousal bleeding into his voice.
His pouty, obscene mouth curved, his pupils darkening.
“Show me.”
A sharp inhale came from behind her—Kaydon.