Chapter 7

Sulien

I staggered down the hallway of my apartment complex, the weight of the past two nights heavy on my shoulders. Normally, I wasn’t much of a drinker—one or two beers after a shift, and I was good. But my goal tonight wasn’t to unwind. It was to forget.

To forget that I’d been ready to kill Jack. To forget that my future hinged on a showcase performance where I was partnered with him. And most of all, I wanted to forget how Callie made me feel. She was supposed to help clean up my reputation, but she’d taken up residence in my mind, clouding my judgment and skewing my sense of justice.

As a hero, I was supposed to act for the greater good, but the darkness within me clawed to the surface whenever I thought about how Jack had hurt her. I’d been ready to turn him to ash, not for justice, but for revenge. If being with Callie could pull that darkness out of me, then I had no choice but to break up with her.

I reached the door to my apartment, the world a blur from the alcohol and unshed tears. It was almost three a.m., and I expected the place to be quiet. But behind the door, I heard laughter and conversation.

I pressed my ear to the door. Kane and Jace were home, but there was another voice—Callie’s. My stomach twisted into knots. I was planning to break up with her over text in the morning. How the hell was I supposed to do it now? Lie to her face? No thanks.

I took a deep breath, trying to prepare myself for whatever waited on the other side. But what I walked in on was anything but normal.

Kane and Jace were sprawled out on the couch, which wasn’t unusual. But Callie was between them, Kane’s arm draped around her shoulders, his fingers toying with a strand of her golden hair. Jace was leaning back, his hand resting on her thigh, tracing slow circles on her skin.

She looked completely out of place, dressed in pastels, nestled between two men covered in tattoos. But she seemed to be at ease, her breathing deep as she rested on Kane’s chest.

Part of me liked seeing her there. It was like she was becoming a part of my world. But another part of me bristled at the sight of them touching her without my permission. The boys knew our dynamic, and more than that, they knew the rules.

I crossed my arms and cleared my throat.

Their eyes snapped to me, Kane freezing, while a smirk danced across Jace’s lips.

“Shhh,” Jace pressed a finger to his lips. “We don’t want to wake the girl.”

“We don’t want to wake my girl ,” I corrected, doing my best not to sound irritated. “And we don’t touch what’s mine without permission.”

Jace’s smirk faltered, and Kane slowly withdrew from Callie, suddenly eager to distance himself.

“Come on,” Jace groaned. “It’s not fair that you have a girl.”

“Fair?” I repeated, sarcasm dripping from my tone. “Since when do we care about fairness? Kane pickpockets people for a living, and you—” I pointed to Jace— “are a massive fucking brat.”

“Wanting to cuddle with a girl isn’t a crime,” Jace said, either oblivious to or reveling in the fact that he was digging his own grave.

“It doesn’t need to be a crime,” I growled, stepping closer. “You know better than to touch what’s mine, pet .”

I twined my fingers into Jace’s long hair, tightening my grip until he gasped, then looked back at Callie. She was still asleep, her face almost angelic. Seeing as she had yet to stir, I had time to remind my two playthings why they didn’t touch what belonged to me.

I focused on Jace as I pulled him to his knees. He glared at me, but I knew he was more than willing to submit.

Jace was a hemomancer, a blood manipulator, albeit a shitty one. If he wanted to, he could make me stop.

Normally, I savored these moments. But tonight, patience wasn’t a luxury I could afford, not with the alcohol in my system destroying any restraint I normally had.

“Look at you,” I sneered, dropping to his level. “Thinking you can get away with touching what’s mine just because you have a pretty face.” I ran my thumb along his cheekbones, then used it to part his lips. “You’re lucky I don’t make you crawl like the disobedient dog you are.”

Jace’s breathing hitched, and I turned my attention to Kane, who stood with his eyes locked on mine.

“I bet you both want nothing more than to fuck my girl, don’t you?” I softened my tone, almost teasing. “But tell me, why did you think this was a good idea? Did you think I’d let you? Or that you wouldn’t get caught?”

If they’d asked, I might have enjoyed making them grovel at Callie’s feet. But they didn’t ask, and no one breathed in her direction without my permission .

Kane’s jaw tensed, his gaze dropping to the carpet.

“You weren’t thinking, were you?” I tightened my grip on Jace’s hair, loving the way he whimpered in pain.

Kane cleared his throat, managing a weak, “No, I wasn’t.”

“You’re missing something,” I prompted.

“I’m sorry, My Lord,” Kane whispered, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

“There’s my good boy.” I glanced back at Callie, still sleeping peacefully. “Now, take her to my room and tuck her in… Be gentle. She’s precious to me.”

Kane didn’t hesitate. He moved toward the couch, scooping Callie up as if she were the most delicate thing in the world. She melted into his touch, letting out a contented sigh, and I wondered if some part of her wanted this life. If she was drawn to the danger like a moth to a flame.

Could she want to be surrounded by men who craved the thrill of breaking something beautiful only to rebuild it? And if she did, could I give that to her without becoming the villain I feared?

As Kane carried her toward my room, Callie stirred. Her golden lashes fluttered, and she stretched in his arms. I tightened my grip on Jace’s hair, causing him to whimper as my nails dug into his scalp.

Callie blinked, her sleepy eyes scanning the room. First, she looked at Kane, then at Jace and me. My heart pounded as I tried to think of an excuse for why I was forcing my roommate to kneel while I pulled his hair.

“Sulien?” Her whisper was thick with sleep, and I wondered if I could use that to brush off the situation.

“Hey,” I forced my voice to be light, despite the fact that all I wanted was to make Jace choke for disrespecting my girl.

Callie’s head tilted as she looked at Jace. “What are you doing?”

My mouth went dry as I stared at her before glancing down at Jace.

“... Disciplining him,” I murmured, hoping she’d let it go.

Callie looked up at Kane, resting her hand on his chin. “Does Sulien discipline you too?”

Kane stood stiff as a board, shifting his weight before biting out, “Yeah. He does.”

This could go one of two ways. Callie could realize I wasn’t the nice guy I pretended to be and leave, or she would willingly accept this part of me.

Her fingers lingered on Kane’s chin, running along the dark stubble dusting his skin. “Do you let him?”

Kane’s throat bobbed as he pulled her closer. “I do,” he breathed, his voice low. “He’s the only person I trust to keep me in line.”

Her hand dropped as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “How does he punish you?”

Heat pooled in my stomach.

Kane hesitated, his gaze flickering to me for permission. I gave him a nod, wanting him to tell her everything, to see how she reacted.

“It depends,” Kane started slowly, his eyes locked on hers. “Jace ends up on a leash a lot. He’s had a soap gag once or twice too… I usually just get spanked.”

A spark lit in her eyes, and a slow smile curled at the corner of her lips. “And what do you do to deserve these punishments?”

She started swinging her legs playfully, never kicking him but getting close .

“Jace’s mouth gets him in trouble,” Kane chuckled. “I usually push boundaries, or Sulien thinks I need it… right now, it’s because I touched something that belonged to him.”

Her smile widened as she pointed to herself, and Kane nodded.

“So, if I want to be punished, I just need to touch something that’s his?” she asked, feigning innocence.

“I don’t think you want to be punished,” Kane said.

Callie shrugged before asking Kane to put her down. He complied, and she stretched leisurely before walking over to me. Despite not being short, she’d need a little help if she wanted a kiss—at least, I assumed she would. That wasn’t a territory we’d ventured into yet.

She shot me a grin before slowly lowering herself onto her knees. Her eyes, wide and expectant, looked up at me as she wrapped her arms around my legs, almost as if she were begging me to punish her. But I shook my head.

“That’s not how you get punished, Angel,” I rasped, fighting the urge to tangle my fingers in that pretty blonde hair of hers. “I know you said you missed me earlier... Just give me ten minutes. You can go hang out in my room, and I’ll be in as soon as I’m done.”

Her brow furrowed, clearly unhappy with the idea. I could see the gears in her mind turning as she tried to find the right way to tell me she wasn’t going to do that. But even with a mind reader, actions speak louder than words.

Slowly, she leaned toward Jace. Her fingers left small indents on his jaw as she gripped his chin, forcing him to stare into her eyes.

“Does Jace belong to you?” she asked softly, her voice carrying an edge that sent a shiver down my spine.

My heart skipped a beat as I stared at her. “He does. ”

She tilted her head, making eye contact with me one last time before pulling Jace’s lips toward hers. I released my grip on his hair just so I could see how this would play out.

Jace stiffened for a moment but then surrendered, allowing her to take full control. She placed a hand on his chest, guiding him to the floor as she straddled his hips. For a moment, she locked eyes with me, almost as if she were silently asking if she’d gone far enough. But when I shook my head, she took matters into her own hands, her freshly-polished fingers curling into his hair as she leaned in, showering him with deep, hungry kisses.

The heat in my stomach climbed to my chest, and I gritted my teeth. As much as I enjoyed watching them, maybe even considering the idea of jacking off and covering them both in my cum, I couldn’t let Callie push boundaries without consequences. If I allowed it once, I’d have to let it slide forever.

I stepped closer, casting my shadow over them. Callie’s eyes met mine, her lips never leaving Jace’s. Slowly, she relaxed into him, kissing him harder and faster.

This was going to be fun.

I grabbed a fistful of her long, silky hair and yanked her back, causing her to yelp as I pulled her away from Jace.

“I think you’re misunderstanding the situation,” I taunted, kneeling to their level. “You, my sweet, beautiful girl, aren’t getting in trouble tonight.” My fingers grazed her cheek as I straightened her hair. “But if you keep that up, Jace and Kane are going to be forced to watch me bend you over the couch and fuck you.”

“...And then what?” she purred, a playful edge to her voice.

A wicked smile curled at the edges of my lips as I let my fingertips trail down her neck.

“And then,” I leaned in close, whispering just for her to hear, “I’m going to make you come so many times you can’t stand, and once I’m done, I’ll fill that pretty little pussy of yours to the brim, just so you don’t forget who you belong to.”

She bit her lower lip, trying and failing to suppress a playful smirk. “I think you should do that anyway... after all, they did touch something that belongs to you.”

My grip on her hair tightened. “Is that what you want, my angel?”

She nodded eagerly.

“Then say the word. Tell me you’re mine, and beg for me to fuck you like the whore you so desperately want to be.”

Her smirk faltered as she leaned back, her chest heaving while her eyes flickered between everyone in the room.

“I’m yours,” she said, her voice soft yet filled with conviction. Her cheeks flushed as she focused solely on me. “I need you to fuck me.”

I raised an eyebrow at her half-hearted attempt to beg, but that was something I could teach her later.

“There’s my good girl,” I breathed, stroking her hair gently. “Go press your face into the cushions for me.” I gestured toward the couch. “If you can breathe, you’re not doing it right.”

Her eyes widened slightly before she nodded. I expected her to stand and walk, but instead, she crawled on her hands and knees like the obedient little thing she was.

What a good fucking girl.

I hoped to God she was in my head because I didn’t want the other two to hear just how much I wanted to praise her. I followed behind her, and the moment her face met the cushions, I trailed a finger down the seams of her jeans.

The heat in my chest stirred, begging to be released. I knew I couldn’t let this end like last time. If I didn’t let some of this heat out, I’d have to come painfully early, and I wanted tonight to last.

“Such a good girl,” I whispered before cupping a handful of her ass. “But I don’t think you’ll be needing these pants anymore.”

With that thought, I concentrated all the heat into my fingers before running them down the sides of her jeans. The denim started to smoke before falling away from her. I used every ounce of control I had to prevent myself from burning her.

She shivered as the cool air hit her newly exposed skin, and I extinguished my flames with a flick of my wrist. With that out of the way, I was free to fuck her like she deserved.

My hand found the nape of her neck, and I pushed her face further into the cushions. A muffled groan escaped her lips as I found her clit. I didn’t want to finger her, just to make sure she was wet. Luckily, my angel was practically dripping.

You’re so good for me.

I withdrew my fingers before aligning myself with her entrance. Unlike last time, I didn’t ease in; instead, I gave her every inch of me all at once. She whimpered as I pulled her against me, making sure I hit as deep as possible.

Look at how good you take me.

Her body tensed around mine, the heat in my chest searing. The way I wanted this girl wasn’t safe. Every time I entered her, I wondered how much cum she could take. How many times I could finish in her before it leaked out and coated the silky parts of her thighs.

Her muffled whimpers turned into desperate moans, and the heat in my chest burned hotter.

You’re doing so well; don’t come yet.

She trembled in response, her walls tightening around me as if begging to keep my cock inside her forever. A groan vibrated in my chest at the thought, and I pulled out just long enough to slam into her again. My grip on her hips tightened, my fingers anchoring her in place as I claimed her, each thrust more forceful than the last.

I wanted this to last forever, to prove to Jace and Kane that I could have her, but they couldn’t. But my body was too excited by hers. Instead of the hour-long fuckfest I had in mind, I pulled her closer one last time.

I needed her as close to me as possible when I came, not wanting to waste a single drop.

My orgasm hit in hot waves, each one stealing my breath as I filled my perfect girl more and more. When I finally stopped, she waited a minute before trying to get up, but I held her tighter.

“No one said you could get up,” I grumbled into her ear. “Now, you’re staying put until I say otherwise.”