Page 171 of Boy of Ruin
I know I shouldn’t. I know I should go back upstairs. Forget this shit. But it feels too good, doing this in front of Lucifer. Letting him feel some of the pain I do.
I circle my mouth around Mayhem’s finger, taste sweet earth, marijuana lingering on his skin. I look down as his other hand slides down my throat again, and I can’t see it from this angle, but I know that’s the hand with my name on it.
I push further back against him and feel him growing hard behind me.
I deep throat his finger, my eyes back on my husband’s. Mav’s fingers dance along my collarbone and he groans in my ear.
Lucifer’s eyes are on my mouth, then Mav’s hand.
“Spread your legs,” my brother whispers in my ear.
I don’t hesitate. I part my knees, my feet flat on the floor. I’m wearing cotton shorts, nothing beneath, and Lucifer’s jaw jumps.
“I’m going to fucking kill you.” But he doesn’t move. He just watches, his hands clenched into fists, knuckles blanching. “If you keep touching her, I’m going to—”
“Yeah?” Mav cuts him off, his hand coming to my upper thigh, clamping down around me, his mouth running over my cheek. “It’s almost midnight. We’re all going to be inside of her soon. But go ahead,” the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, “kill me, Luce,” he taunts him against my lips.
“That’s enough, Mavy.” At that voice, Ella’s voice—polite but cold—Maverick freezes. His lips are still hovering over mine, hand around my thigh, other fastened around my throat.
But after a moment, he pulls his finger from my mouth, straightens so his lips aren’t near mine.
“I don’t know, Ella,” he says, trailing his hand up my thigh. “Doesn’t seem fair, pretty girl. Lucifer got to fuck you and I think we’re all just getting started with my sister. This is Ignis, after all.”
Someone sighs, then Cain’s voice echoes around the living room. “I’m tired of being teased.” Lucifer’s eyes snap to his, but I don’t look. I just watch my husband, and Maverick squeezes my inner thigh, his other hand back around my chest, keeping me still. “I’m tired of you two acting like you aren’t fucking obsessed with each other,” Cain continues in a bored voice. “We all know it doesn’t matter if either of you fucked the entire world; you belong together.”
My mouth falls open and I hear Mav’s low rumble of laughter at my back, his thumb brushing against my inner thigh, goosebumps trailing in its wake.
“Now show us she’s yours, Lucifer,” Cain continues.
“I’m not sharing her like she’s a goddamn—”
“Whore?” I whisper.
Lucifer’s eyes dart to mine. I hold his gaze, feel pressure building behind my own, and I don’t even know why. He’s never judged me for the people I’ve slept with. Never judged me for the people who touched me even when I was too young to allow them. I know he’s been angry, and said hurtful things, but I know, too, that he’s never held that over my head.
“You’re not a whore,” he says quietly. For some reason, the gentleness in his voice, it feels painful.
Cain yawns, loudly, making a show of it. “We know she’s not a whore. But we know, too, this is Ignis. You want her to be one of us?” There’s a pause, Lucifer’s jaw ticking, but his eyes still on mine. “Let us initiate her.”
My blood heats with his words.
There are five men in this room, my husband just one of them. My brother another. And Ella is here, too.
Could we…would Lucifer let us all…do this?
Ezra is hurting, his mom still missing, and I’m surprised he’s here at all. Surprised he didn’t stay home with Brooklin, who got a job down at the coast and has been away the past few days.
I’ve heard from Mav and Ella’s whispered conversations in their house that Atlas and Natalie aren’t speaking at all.
Cain is constantly fucking girls, getting into fights.
Mav is wrestling with the guilt over things he can’t control, and no doubt, the guilt of what he plans to do to his dad.
And my husband…my husband’s demons haunt him so deeply, I’m surprised I still see anything human when I look into his beautiful eyes.
Ella is learning all about a world that she’s probably scared to death of, but she won’t leave my brother.
And I…I’m torn between two brothers that would tear each other apart before they’d agree to let me have them both.
