The Perfect Fit

by Sadie Kincaid

Holy mother of fucknuggets. Did this guy just walk off a photoshoot for some fancy designer cologne? My jaw hangs open, the rest of the sentence caught in my mouth as I try not to drool.

“No.” I hold out my hands and shake my head. “No more edibles. Last time I thought I was the king of the fairy underworld. Kevin from down the hall still looks at me funny whenever he sees me.”

I let out an exasperated sigh. “You do know the name literally means meat market in French, right?” Her whole face lights up, and I have to bite my lip to hold back a laugh. “Really? That’s so hot.”

I sip my Scotch, about to suggest that Xander look elsewhere for his hookup, but I’m distracted by the guy walking up behind Lily. He puts his hand on her beautiful ass and squeezes, and I wonder if she’s with him. Until she turns around and punches him square in the jaw.

“Because you’re drunk and it’s taking all of my goddamn restraint not to slip my hand inside your panties and find out how wet you are, Lily.” My heart races into overdrive. Holy fucknuggets, I’m definitely going to pass out. His lips are so close to my ear that his breath ruffles my hair. “I’m hanging on by a fucking thread here, shorty. So don’t ask me again, because if you do, you’re likely going to be bent over something real fast and I’ll be balls-deep in your sweet pussy before you have a chance to change your mind.”

“We want to date you, Lily. All three of us.” Holy fucknuggets. He’s gotta be screwing with me. “At the same time?” I croak. “Yes, at the same time. Although to the outside world, it will appear like you’re only dating one of us.” Xander shoots a glare at West before directing his attention to me. “Well, it’s more than dating.” I frown. “More than dating?” West nods. “We’d like you to move in here with us for three months.”

“Actually, Xander and West give incredible blow jobs, so that wouldn’t fall entirely on you,” Zeke replies coolly, and I realize I said that last part out loud.

“If you agree to this, Lily, there’s not a single scenario where it won’t be you getting fucked by one of us. We know you’re a bottom, princess.”

Fuck giving her time. She’s ours, and she needs to accept that sooner rather than later. I press my lips against Zeke’s ear. “I want her, Zeke. Make it happen.”

My gaze doesn’t linger on his face for long because he’s shirtless and wearing a pair of gray sweatpants. And holy mother of all that is sacred, his abs look like they’ve been chiseled by the gods themselves. And that V. My eyes drop lower, to the outline of his incredibly impressive … Holy fucknuggets.

“Your pussy is addictive, princess. You’re fucking addictive. I think I’m gonna keep you.”

“You know what else is good for period cramps?” West dips his head, running his nose over her hair. “Orgasms.” She turns and smiles at him, but he gives her an apologetic look. “As much as I would love to help you out with that particular problem, princess, I have to shower and get to work.” He kisses the top of her head, and with a final pointed glance in my direction, he leaves Lily and me alone in the kitchen. “So, what about you, Zeke?” She manages a steady tone, but her body language portrays her nerves. Body language betrays everyone. She has no idea what she just walked into, but the fact that she’s still standing toe-to-toe with me is admirable. “You want me to help with your cramps?”

“That too much for a big guy like you to handle?” Her defiant glare makes my cock twitch with the need to be inside her. “If you’re worried about a little blood, I’m wearing a tampon and you only need to stay in the clitoral area. You do know where that is, right?”

“I know how periods work, Lily. Now go take out your fucking tampon or I’ll pull it out myself.” Her breath hitches. “With my teeth.”

Xander pops his head into the bathroom and arches one eyebrow at the pair of us before strolling inside. “Kinda looks like there’s been a homicide out there.” He tilts his head toward the bedroom. “Lily got her period,” Zeke says matter-of-factly.

Xander’s lips curl up at the edges, and I frown. “What else am I missing?” Xander dips his head, brushing his lips over mine with the promise of a kiss that he doesn’t deliver. He sits back, his blue eyes holding me captive. “Zeke here might love to cause pain, but what he loves just as much is to take care of you afterward.”

“Come here, baby doll.” Baby doll? He said it earlier in the bathroom, and it had the exact same effect on me then. Why do those two words make my panties wet? Maybe it’s the way he says it, in that deep, commanding growl. Maybe it’s just because it’s Zeke.

“You were exceptional today, my little buttercup,”

That’s the thing with me, Lily. I’m a fucking monster, but I’m your monster now.”

Not a single throat necklace during our entire nine-month relationship.

“I’m not looking for redemption. More like retribution.” My eyes follow his to the counter, and that’s when I see his knife. The one with the worn leather handle. Anxiety bubbles in my stomach. “R-retribution?” He reaches for the knife, and his huge hand swallows the handle. “Not for me, buttercup.” He drops to his knees at my feet. “For you.”

“I’m already bleeding. Every single second without you is torture. I need you to make it hurt so I can feel something real. Mark me so I can remember that you belonged to me once, even if I didn’t get to keep you.”

“Then come home, baby doll. Please. Come home or cut me right now.”

“I told you I was cruel.” His head drops for a few beats before he fixes his black eyes on mine again. “I’m a sick fuck. I know what I did was unforgivable, but I’m selfish enough to ask you to look past it anyway. When I’m hurt, I don’t know how to handle it. I lash out. And I felt betrayed, Lily, but I should have known better. Because you are the best person I’ve ever known, and having your love, even for just a little while, is the single greatest accomplishment of my life. But now you know that the people I allow to see me at my worst are the people I love the most.”

“Come home, buttercup,”

“Come home or stick this fucking knife in my chest so that I can remember what it feels like to be alive.”

I need to get out of here. Away from his hypnotic eyes and far away from the tantalizing erection currently pressed against my abdomen. That thing makes me lose at least a hundred IQ points.