Jinx

I watch, utterly fucking captivated as her startling amber eyes blink, then go wide again before she spins on her heels and dashes off. That little fucking skirt lifts as she spins, flashing an ass that I need to sink my teeth into and mark. There’ll be time for that, and more, later.

“The doe is on the run,”

I whisper into our comms, smiling when whoops and hollers sound over the radio.

When Devlin told us about her the moment he let her in, and we saw her on the CCTV screen, I knew she was the one. The one who desperately craves everything she knows she shouldn’t. And we will be the ones to educate her, to show her how depraved our pleasure can be.

Foxglove. Her name is fitting, a beautiful flower that’s poisonous to all who consume it. And we will consume her until all she knows is us, all she craves is our touch. We will ruin her for anyone else. Then, if she can come through the other side, we will keep her.

Others have come before, though none ever so innocent-looking. So pure. We may have even scored ourselves a virgin, though it wouldn’t matter if she’s not because what we have to teach her she has never experienced before either way.

“How much time does she have left, ?”

Corbin, one of the triplets, asks. Excitement laces his tone, and I can just imagine him and his brothers champing at the bit to get to her, but they won’t do anything until I give them the go-ahead. It’s always been this way, ever since we found each other in foster care. As I was the oldest, I fell into leadership naturally, and though it’s a weight on my shoulders, it’s a burden I gladly carry to keep them, my chosen family safe.

“You fuckers better save some for me,”

Devlin grumbles, the noise of the crowd telling me he’s still checking tickets out front.

“You can have our leftovers.”

Corvus cackles and I smile when Devlin curses him out.

“Boys,”

I chide, their voices stopping immediately. I fucking love the power. The rush of being able to tell others what to do is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. “There’ll be more than enough for all of us. Devlin, I’ll send someone to cover you so you can join us. Her safe word is pumpkin.”

I pause, letting the tension build until it crackles along my skin. “Corbin, Corvus, Crawford?”

“Yes, boss?”

two voices answer. I’m not surprised when Crawford keeps quiet, because he is a man of few words.

“Go catch our doe.”