Fate of a Royal (Lords of Rathe, #1)

by Meagan Brandy

whining. How many times can a girl listen to her bitch-boy-ex moan all the reasons I should “reconsider breaking up with him because girls want to date him, and he won’t wait around forever.”

Don't wait then lol

Creed goes along with it, ever the fucking diplomat when others are looking, but Sinner feels the same way as me when it comes to rules and regulations—he fucking hates and ignores them. Our youngest brother, Legend, feels the same , but he’ll bend when he feels it’s right.

What a tiny little thing you are…kind of like a doll, cute to look at but won’t bend. I wouldn’t be above trying, though.

feminine voice penetrates my eardrums, and while I’ve only heard it once before, I recognize it instantly. It stabs at parts of me I can’t name, slamming into my mind like it fucking belongs there. Like it was coming home.

Her body slowly turns to get away from whomever she’s with, when suddenly she stops, her head snapping in this direction until her line-of-sight locks with mine.

Instantly, my muscles ripple, clenching and flexing and stretching. Fucking straining. She can’t see me. There’s no fucking way.

I pout, feeling bad for myself and the fact that my sexual needs match that of a man. We really need to cut the stigma somewhere, because fuck all that. Girls need this shit just as much.

I swear, there were times where I could feel what some were feeling. Obviously, that’s atrocious, but there were times….

I’m not entirely emo, I’m just uninterested in the reality of day-to-day bullshit, and I may have a codependent bond with my best friend.

I’m an heir, a fucking Lord, son to the king of the Stygian people, of dark magic, and I’m over here manipulating suicide on my best fucking friend as a way to let out some anger and tension in hopes of feeding my twisted soul that’s ravaged but won’t share what it hungers for.

The fuck can I say? That I felt that shit? Felt her eyes on me? That the wind gifted me her scent the moment I desired it, even from the other side of the street and without using elemental manipulation to call it to me? How my ass was tense and pissy as fuck until a fusion of lavender, cinnamon, and cayenne hit my nostrils and spread through my bloodstream, calming and heating my blood until I was sure it would turn to lava and erupt from every orifice of my body? How, while there were lips wrapped around my cock, the feeling of her eyes on mine was what brought me my finale, sending my cum squirting down a throat that was too shallow, too cold? Fuck would they say to all that?

I don’t suck on anything unless it’s over six foot and has a red flag hovering over their head.

Where Ben goes, I go, and where I go, he better fucking come too. Call it codependent…because it is.

That one, though. I’d bet he uses his dick like a weapon, serving up a raw, rugged ride. My favorite kind.

I want her like that. At my mercy. Bare beneath me like a perfect little doll.

Watch out, Little London, ’cause I’m coming for you, and if you’re a good girl, I might let you come for me too.

The devil knows I need a good dick-down right about now. Anything to replace the memory of Mr. Hot and Cold Fuck Boy’s lips on mine. Shit.

“Hi.” My cheeks heat. Okay. I really, truly do need to get laid. I’ve never blushed so much in my life. In fact, I don’t fucking blush. I get what I want, and I leave. Sex is a transaction for me.

Silver smiles, and it’s a nice smile, flirty and smoothe. “If Harry Potter had a ten-inch cock.” I don’t bother to hide my grin. “It was Draco for me.” “Fan of the twisted then?” “What can I say?” My head tilts as I allow myself to take in what he’s wearing. Casual jeans, Jordans, and a clean white tee. “The dark is where I hide.”

“I like a good punishment now and then. It’s good for my black soul.” Knight chuckles. “I like you.” “Could have fooled me.”

It shouldn’t bother me. She shouldn’t bother me. But even as I watch her from across the room, her in my world, I don’t want to send her back. I kind of want to keep her, like I would a toy that I could play with anytime I wanted.

Time on the ice with my brothers. And a little blue-eyed, white-haired— No. Abso-fucking-lutely not.

“Does my little doll want to taste me as bad as I wanted to taste her?” he purrs,

“Fuck,” I croak. “Don’t worry. I’m about to.”

He drops between my legs, and I think his tongue is going back to work on me, but then he tears off my panties. I look down and desire ripples through me. He’s gone straight carnal, pupils blown wide as he crawls up my body like a fucking tiger, slow and steady with his eyes on his next meal, my thong hanging from his teeth. It’s so fucking hot that I can feel the moisture build between my legs. I’m dripping, so ready for him.

Her head falls back, eyes rolling as I sink even deeper. “Good fucking god, Knight.” “Monster.” “Hmm?” She grips my hair, tugging my face to her chest and I oblige, lowering to tear her tits free. “I’m a monster, Little London. No god could challenge me.”

“Think of the worst kind of monster you can imagine, and once you have it in mind, picture me ripping his heart out, ’cause I am ten times what you could ever imagine me to be.”

“What if I said I have always wanted to play with the devil, if only to see how bad it would burn?”

“Then I would say you’re pretty fucking close to getting what you wished for. Now shut the fuck up and take this dick like you were made to.”

My lungs are closing in on me, caving deep within my chest to the point that it’s a struggle to breathe. Shit, it’s a struggle to fucking stand. It’s like the first time I slipped through a portal, only ten times worse. I fling my arm out, using a simple summoning spell to call the couch to me, and with only seconds to spare, I collapse onto it, my fingers digging into the material. Rolling onto my back, I strain against the never-ending tug threatening to tear my tendons in two.

A low whimper leaves me as I reach for him, but he blocks me, lifting a brow. “Fuck me, how is that for saying I want you?”

Did you want me to tell you that she isn’t your mate, that you’re merely just an obsessed fool with a hard dick?” Her perfect brow arches. “You and I both know that isn’t true, Knight.” She pushes up from her chair, rounding the table and bringing her fingers to my chin. “And so the first one falls.”

some weird freaky magical doppelgänger shit like in The Vampire Diaries when that brunette bitch pops out of nowhere and ruins everything. Oh, and speaking of good old TVD, I’m pretty sure I saw some sharp ass teeth come out to play , and I definitely saw a giant fucking glowing circle they just…walked on through!”

I’m a monster, Little London… His heady whisper fills my head, and I shudder as fear buries itself in my belly. Holy. Fucking. Shit.

“Nice try,” he speaks in a tone so deep I swear even my organs shrivel at the sound. He steps closer, blood all over him as he gets in my face. He grips my chin, tilting my head all the way up so I’m forced to face him. “You can’t kill me, but be very fucking careful, mate, because I can…kill you.” I gasp in fear, and then everything goes black.

“They still could be right. The night is young and my patience is yet to be tested.”

“Girl.” He lifts his hips to grab out a small tin from his back pocket. “No offense, but I don’t care how many lives I got. I ain’t about to put shit past the only girl my brother has ever acted like a feral inmate over. For him to turn into a possessive asshole? You’ve either got a magic pussy—that I’m a little sad I didn’t get to dip into before you figured out there were two of us—or you’re a crazy bitch on the inside. It’s without a doubt, one or the other.”

Sinner groans lightly, swapping sides. “That right there, baby girl,” he murmurs, his tongue sliding across my collarbone and rising until his lips meet my ear. “Was a good fucking answer.”

“Stop calling him that,” he growls. “And say be with him again. I fucking dare you.” “Why did you lock me up tonight?! I was allowed to leave earlier. Why not tonight?”