Chapter 65 The secrets
"You always were a lucky bastard," Eryx grunted, smirking with a terrifying look sparkling in his darkened gaze. "I prayed to Fenrir to make her mine once when she had yet to grow those titties you're squeezing. She had a spark in her, one I wanted to snuff out so fucking badly."
"Your prayers fell on deaf ears. Fenrir doesn't give any fucks about us, brother."
"No? Because I'm pretty sure you returned to find your mate untouched and as pure as the snow that falls on the highest mountain peak of Everest. She remained a virgin by some fucking miracle. Deny it, asshole. I fucking dare you. I scented it, and fuck if it didn't make my wolf unhinged."
"Stop being petty as fuck, and come see if my girl responds to you, Eryx," Saint grunted as Eryx pushed off the wall and slowly approached the bed like the monster he was.
Eryx sat in front of me, gradually loweing his mouth to mine as I leaned back into Saint. He pulled back, smiling wolfishly at the way my eyes grew large and rounded at his advance. Instead of forcing it, he lowered his hand to my thighs, holding them while he studied me. No one spoke, and my heart began to calm against the sensation of both of them touching me.
Heat pooled at my apex, and I moaned while trying to remember who I was with and what was happening. Both men continued touching me, but neither of them did anything else.
Time passed, and my head slowly rolled back to rest against Saint's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. I watched through hooded eyes as Eryx leaned forward, his lips brushing against mine softly. His tongue slipped out, sliding against my lips as he coaxed them apart. The moment I opened them, he de- voured me. His kiss was like him, merciless and relentless. My lips moved against his, dueling against him for dominance, and he deepened the kiss until a moan escaped from my chest, filling the silence of the room.
Eryx pulled away, and I chased his mouth as everything inside of me plead- ed for him to continue. Saint's arm wrapped around my chest, and I watched Fryx, who stared at me like I was Eve, and he was Adam, and both of us were lost in the taste of forbidden fruit. "Brae," Saint's voice sounded miles away, even though his heated breath fanned against the sensitive shell of my ear. "Why was Carlson here?" "To claim me," I admitted, wondering why Eryx wasn't touching me. He was staring at my body, his eyes a mixture of midnight and crimson that called to the monster within me.
"No, he was here for something else. What did he come for?" Saint asked, running his hand down my stomach. "Come on, Brat, focus on me."
"My father called him here," I stated, closing my eyes. I arched into the heat of Saint's touch, needing him to stop the ache growing in my belly.
"To pick up a shipment?" he asked.
"What?"
"Was he here to pick up a shipment?"
I shook my head, trying to dispel the concoction muddling my thoughts. "Maybe, but I don't know. They argued, and Carlson was angry. Harold offered me to Carlton to assuage his pride. He came here to take me and to mend the bridge Harold had tried to burn down."
"Do you know what your father and Carlson did together?" Eryx asked,
watching my body move against Saint's touch. "Do you know what they sold, Princess?"
"I wasn't allowed to help them with the business," I admitted. Eryx's eyes darkened as he lifted his stare to hold mine. "Did you sell us,
Braelyn?" He snarled, his face becoming sinister. "Did you help him sell us?"
I blinked, shaking my head as my tongue grew heavy at his words. “I don't understand," I muttered, closing my eyes as Saint's touch promised me release, even though he wasn't touching me where I needed or wanted him. "Do you know where your father kept his shipment hidden?" Saint asked, his hand lifting my gown while the other slipped beneath it, cupping my sex. "In the fields, but we're not allowed to go there," I supplied, gasping loudly as he applied pressure against the pulse between my thighs.
"What fields, Brae?" Eryx asked, his words guttural while he inhaled the scent of the arousal Saint was creating. "Braelyn, I need you to focus on me, Princess. Where are the fields?"
"Behind us, where the meadow is," I uttered, baring my shoulder for Saint to kiss my throat. "You can't go out there. Harold forbids it. It's the killing field," I continued, arching further while Saint pushed his fingers against the panties that were soaked from my need of him to make me come.
"The killing fields?" Eryx continued, his eyes heavily hooded, but there was anger dripping in his tone. "Why do you call them that?"
"Because he did, and he is the alpha. When the wind howls, you can hear the ghosts keening and screaming for help. The soon-to-be damned call to be saved, but no one can save us because the demons are too strong. We're already damned and soon-to-be-dead. No one cares that we cry out for help."
"We're? More like you helped daddy hide the bodies," Eryx growled, his
eyes turning cold as the lust left them.
Pounding started at the door, and I turned my body closer to Saint's as it opened. Sian walked in with Phenrys on his heels. Bowen stood in the shadows, meeting Saint's stare. No one spoke, watching as Saint continued running his hand over my belly.
"We found them," Sian stated, shaking his head. "Where?" Saint asked, his hand pausing as the other slid through my sex,
hidden beneath the nightgown I wore. "Behind the lodge in a wide-open field, buried in storage containers," he announced, and Saint pushed me aside as he grabbed his shirt, glaring down at me.
"And here I was praying you weren't a part of this shit, Braelyn. You were fucking knee -deep in it, weren't you?" he hissed, his eyes filled with hatred as he and the others stared at my limp form. "Bring my mate with us, Eryx. She doesn't get to play dumb anymore. Feed her the tonic that reverses the effects. The rest of you, grab supplies and call in the medivac helicopters. If they've been in the ground for very long, they'll need more medical attention than they can get here. Grab the heating blankets and meet me out there."