Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
“Why would it matter?” My brows rise, saving Vaden from Halen’s persistence. That’s not hers to pry into, much less assume. It’s easy enough to because he’s a King.
“Well, since we have to consummate our coming into the Kingdom—officially—and it’s Friday the thirteenth this Friday…" I look back down at my phone. Fuck. It is. “I’ve planned a little party.”
My body turns to stone.
The corner of her mouth twitches when she notices my subtle reaction. “Not just for us girls… I got you all someone too.”
Yeah. She’s really going all out with the whole I’m an official King now, suck my dick.
“Halen, I don’t want or need anyone on my dick,” Priest snarls at her.
“First of all, ew!” Leaving Vaden’s lap, she swipes the Scream mask beside him before stopping in front of her brother.
She slides it over his head. “What if I told you, dear brother, that I want to help you? That we could all do what we wanted, without one, our parents finding out, and two—” She pauses. “—without it implicating the EKC—” She leans in close, but because Priest is opposite me, I get a direct view of her from behind. And by the theatrical arch in her back, she knows it.
“—and without needing to go to Perdita.”
For the second time since she’s walked her ass into this room, she’s done the impossible.
Left me fucking speechless.
“Elaborate.” Nice ass aside, she’s beginning to show the temperament of her brother.
Just how much does she know about Priest?
Halen dances around the three of us, humming a tune.
Grabbing at the collar of my shirt, I head for the bathroom that’s nestled at the far end of the room.
“War, what do you say?” Her voice stops me. She knows what the fuck she’s doing.
I’m the one who makes sure the train doesn’t derail.
I’m the one without bloodlust, or the prickly halo of a fallen angel. My damage is different from theirs.
Mine makes sure that if I get my fill, I don’t have to self-destruct.
The muscles on either side of my jaw bounce. “I think, that if you wanna make that mouth useful for something other than talking shit, you could just come slide it over my dick.” I throw open the door and loosen my belt.
The spray of water hits my face a moment later, my palm finding the wall as I angle my head beneath the scolding temperature. Tension tightens its knots in the deepest crevices of my body as my hand finds my cock. Gliding my thumb over the head, frustration oozes from me with a growl.
I’m a lost cause.
Halen
Music is the binding agent to a decaying soul, and right now, there are many. All entrapped within sweaty bodies laden with alcohol and drugs. Some I don’t know, others I’d seen, but most of them are who we’re about to meet when we start college.
New paint glazes the halls of Riverside Elite University, suffocating the souls that cry for help. Beneath the glistening gold, it’s the decay of hidden secrets that fossilized over the years. We’d been waiting on Stella for a couple years before enrolling, and in a few months, it was happening.
The glass rests against the swell of my lips as a girl I don’t know grinds her ass into a shirtless guy wearing a Billy the Puppet mask.
When a shrill scream bathes through the music, I’m back on Billy the Puppet. She continues to dance around him, her nurse outfit glowing in the moonlight. Friday the thirteenth to us is just like Halloween, and we celebrate it every time. That means that every few months, we get our favorite holiday.
A date with the Devil.
“You should go rub up on that…” Stella’s head jerks to where I’m looking. My eyebrow perches at the boy on the floor at her feet, along with the two at her back. Always busying herself with toys. Stella isn’t humble with her confidence. As soon as her feet touch the ground of whatever room she’s in, people fall to their knees. As shallow as it sounds, her beauty is the first thing you notice about her.
The second being her eyes.
We would joke about what kind of man she would settle down with. He would need to have the hostility of her dad to put her in place, but enough swagger to terrorize her with.
“Hmmm…” The couple don’t part, but the way the girl paws at Billy the Puppet makes it obvious who is thirstier for who. “I feel like I’d be doing her a favor. She wouldn’t know what—”
“Halen…” Evie warns from between my legs. She peers up at me behind a flutter of lashes. “Be nice.”
I raise my brows at my best friend. “Since when?”
Her head shakes side to side with a snort. “Keeping you in place in college is going to be fun.” Evie’s parents agreed to her starting with us. It allowed her to figure out her major, and decide what it is she wants to do going forward.