Page 23 of Malice
My sweet Sin wanted more with me. And it wasn’t just because of the bond I’d unwittingly created. At least, I didn’t think so. It certainly felt real when he’d let down his mental walls for me to peek inside. But was that just because my magic made him think so?
I groaned in frustration as I worked the conditioner through the ends of my hair. Those stupid dreamwalks had ruined everything. I couldn’t trust that any emotions they showed me now truly originated from them. But what about my own feelings? Could I trust those?
I craved them. Not just physically, but emotionally. Each one of them called to me in a way I’d only experienced once before. With Jimmy. And the way I’d wanted him in my life didn’t hold a candle to the magnetic pull between me and these four horsemen.
What is wrong with you? They’re literally having a secret contest to see which one can knock you up fastest. That should be a deal breaker, Meredith. Where is your feminism?
I snorted. “Joke’s on them. Pretty sure it’s never going to happen anyway. No matter how hard they try.”
As I rinsed the last of the conditioner out of my hair, I couldn’t help but wonder why they would even want to get me pregnant. What the hell were the four of them going to do with a baby? Was it just a game? A way to pass the time while they hid me from the denizens of hell? Some inane display of their virility?
Getting out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself and rolled my eyes as Chaos’s obvious breeding kink replayed in my mind. Even veritable gods could be victims of toxic masculinity.
I should be angry. Honestly though, the connection I felt with each one of them dulled that flame of outrage into nothing but an ember. Why?
We had a lot to discuss, the five of us. Their plot. The bonds they didn’t know about. And whatever else they’ve been keeping from me.
Mind made up, I beelined for the wardrobe. It was time to get some answers. Whether the horsemen wanted to give them to me or not.
Chapter
Seven
MALICE
Silence sat heavily in the room where my brothers and I had gathered post Merri’s... whatever the fuck that was. The sunroom had never been so filled with tension, and what typically created a serene and comforting atmosphere only underscored how on edge the four of us still were.
“You’d think after that many orgasms, we’d be more relaxed,” Sin joked, playing with an antique tea set and causing my left eye to twitch.
“That is not a toy, Sinclair. I’ve had it in my possession since Marie Antoinette got a permanent haircut.”
Sin smirked and held one of the delicate cups to his lips, one pinky out. “Are you and Grim competing for fussiest Brit? I’ve gotta say, you’re gaining on him, Mal.”
In a brilliant display of stealth and finesse, Chaos snuck up behind Sin and cuffed him on the back of the head. Sin jolted, the precious china tumbling out of his hands. My breath caught in my throat, but I needn’t have worried. Chaos caught the cup and replaced it on its shelf before the rest of us could do more than register the action.
“Ouch, man. Careful with the goods.”
“We need to talk about what last night means for all of us,” I said, striding toward the wall of windows and training my focus on the arc of flames streaking across the sky.
“Why?” Sin asked, idly rubbing the back of his head as he made his way toward an overstuffed sofa.
I slowly spun around to face him, one brow raised. “You cannot possibly believe that what happened last night is normal.”
“Only you three could turn a fuckfest into something bad,” Sin complained, sitting down with a plop.
“Careful,” I gritted out, worried he was about to ruin yet another piece of my furniture.
“I mean, sure, it’s not normal, but is any of this normal?” Swinging his arm wide, Sin gestured to the world at large.
“I have no issue with sating her hunger and seeing to her needs, but we nearly lost her to her power last night,” Chaos said, his voice grave.
“What are the odds something like that happens again?” Grim asked.
We all turned to Sin for an answer.
He startled, eyes flicking between each of us. “How am I supposed to know?”
“You are the resident expert, are you not?” Grim pressed.
