“I don’t want fast.”

Wanted him to suffer.

“So impatient, so deliciously stubborn.” Enosh gave a teasing thrust against me, letting me feel the hardness and size of his hunger. “Fast leaves little room for doubt.”

He had a point there. “Well, I guess one has to start somewhere.”

I pulled back my hand.

My fingers stiffened.

“Don’t help me,” I blurted. “I have to do this on my own, so don’t be the one making me hit it.”

“I have not moved an inch.”

A deep breath.

I am the Queen of Rot and Pain.

Beautiful and gentle.

Terrifying and cold.

My palm hit the handle.

The blade drove into Henry’s throat.

Blood, deep crimson and warm, shot from the wound in quick intervals, some speckling my face. More of it bubbled from his mouth, only to drown his groan and drip down his chin while he slowly bled to death.

There. I was a killer.

I braced for shame, guilt.

None came.

Instead, my next breath expanded my lungs wider than ever before, sending a strange thrill through my body. Who would have thought killing was so easy? Making me feel so… alive?

Enosh clasped my chin, turning my lips to meet his in a fiery kiss as a sudden breeze came in through the door. “Look at you, good girl, punishing the wicked for their crimes.”

I groaned into his mouth, mind spinning from all those tingles racing up and down my body, tasting Henry’s blood between the mating of our tongues. “It was too fast. Not at all what he deserved.”

“Ah, but my brother is rather troubled at the sight, nonetheless. Not bothering yet to come into his form, but too furious to contain how he moves the air.” His hips rolled against my backside, and not even the mink could hide how much harder he had gotten. “He is the mortal’s last expel of breath, the chill coming upon the room, and the gust shifting the atmosphere. Do you feel him?”

“I take your word for it.” I reached behind me, letting my gloved fingers follow the curved outline of Enosh’s length against all sense of decency. “What should we do?”

Enosh lapped at my ear. “Give death something to watch.”

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Chapter 21

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Ada

Enosh grabbed my shoulders, spun me toward the table, and brought my hands to its edge, commanding me with a squeeze to hold on.

My calves tensed as the mink hiked along the backside of my legs, its heavy weight settling onto my hips. “There’s still one left.”

“The mortal will wait his turn.” He kicked my legs apart before the weight of his chest came down on me and, at my impulse to look back at the mow, his teeth clamped down on the side of my neck before he whispered, “Trust me.”

Trapped beneath the hot weight of Enosh’s body, I could only dig my nails into the rough planks of the table as he spit into his hand. A hand he brought between us a moment later, lubricating my cunt.

“Stay a while, brother. Watch how I fuck my wife in the blood of the man who did her wrong. The one she killed. Oh, how well she’s done it, without even a gasp. Would you not agree?” One shift of his hips, and Enosh pushed inside me. “Lift for me, little one. Take me deep and fast.”

Lost between the searing pain of heat against my stretching entrance and the rush of gooseflesh pebbling my skin, I barely noticed how he pressed down on my back. My chest hit the table and my arse lifted, letting the scalding pleasure of his next thrust prickle deep into my womb.

“Enosh,” I moaned on an exhale, pushing back to take him deeper.

The table jumped beneath me with every rapid snap of his hips, every sharp sting as his thick cock rubbed along my cold inner walls. God or not, Enosh had no other choice but to fuck me so violently, chairs tipped and hit the ground with loud cracks.

And I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Braced as well as I could, I ignored the pain for one guttural moan tumbling from his lips, two, three. At the fourth, a prickling sensation emanated from between my legs, throbbing and tingling as cold flesh did when held against a flame.

“Oh my god,” I moaned, melting beneath this glorious heat. “I’m so cold. Faster!”

“A mortal’s breath in exchange for hers.” Enosh drove into me faster with staggering strength, letting his ungiving thrusts pin me between the feverish heat of his body and the tremble of the table as its legs moaned across the floor. “Is it not what you offered? Are you not true to your word?”

A wave of warmth lapped around my clit, bringing with it the foreboding sparks of heat that made my insides convulse. Enosh felt it, because his hips rolled against me in that way of his, letting his cock stroke and steer me toward my orgasm.

“Mmm, more,” I moaned, needing him to set me ablaze, and I didn’t care if a dead man hung his head tied to a fucking beam beside us. “More. More!”

“More.” The word came out a dark growl as Enosh’s grip likely bruised my hip through the mink. “What my wife wants…”

He fucked into me harder.

Oh god, I was so close.

Only a couple of thrusts more, and—

“You helped.”

At the sound of Eilam’s voice, every vertebra along my spine stiffened and Enosh stalled, letting a mewl whimper from my lips that would have put a cat in heat to shame. “Now he has to show up? Now?”

With a chuckle, Enosh slung his arm around my belly and lifted me, letting me dangle with his cock up my cunt. Like that, he turned us around—toward where Eilam leaned against the wall—and lowered himself to the ground with me still sitting on his length.

“My wife does not appreciate your timing.” Angling my legs and lifting my feet to each side of his bare thighs, Enosh spread me in the most indecent way, though a shred of mink dangled from my knees and offered cover. “As for helping… I steered neither tendon nor muscle as she hit the handle. Oh no.” Rolling and shifting his pelvis beneath me, Enosh grabbed my hip and pushed me down. “My sweet Adelaide did that all by herself, determined to take back what you stole.”

Eilam frowned at us where he stood bare, apparently with neither fondness for clothing nor care for the cold, his arms crossing in front of his chest. “You guided the knife to the mortal’s throat. Positioned her palm on the handle. She would not have done it otherwise.”

“Ah, so you have been watching us for longer than I thought, and still, you are mistaken. Mmm, let me consult with my wife.”

Hand climbing to my throat, thumb pressing against my jawline to keep me looking straight at his brother, Enosh leaned back. When he straightened, he brought his other hand toward my face, dripping crimson from its fingertips. Henry’s blood?

“Adelaide, would you have spared him and given up on our child?” Dark red fingers painted along my jawline, my cheek, and up toward the corner of my lips, the blood still wonderfully warm. “Or would you have driven the blade into the mortal’s throat to let him bleed out like the retched soul he was?”

Eilam’s black stare followed his brother’s hand and how it slipped from my throat down, lower and lower, until it gathered the pelt of my train, each tug like a flush of energy spinning at my core. Surely Enosh wouldn’t—

I gasped as Enosh pulled the mink up, exposing me so lewdly to his brother and how he set his finger at the top of my throbbing clit. “He can see.”

“Shh…” He pressed down on the little bud, making me squirm and moan as he slid his other damp finger across my bottom lip as though teasing me to open and have a taste. “Tell me, brother, did she sound like this when you dared to put your lips to hers? Once this is over, you and I shall have a talk about the liberties you took when you touched my wife.”