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“I think you could very much be my pet, pet.”
We were called The Devourers because each of our magic held one singular element: we consumed others. Ralos consumed blood. Wyre consumed flesh. I consumed memories.
“Little raven, I don’t think you realize how this works. When you let Ralos bring you into our home, you became ours. I won’t let someone get away with hurting you. Now tell me, who needs to pay?” In blood. In flesh. In memories.
Isla would be ours completely. Ours to claim. To mate. To love. Ours forever, and we would build an entire home around her to keep her safe.
“Her mother. Her fucking mother is the one who left marks on her body.” Her mother would suffer a horrible and tragic accident. Her mother would experience more pain than she could ever inflict on someone. Her mother would know true terror by the end of this.
I was lifted off the floor and brought to eye level with Wyre, his brow furrowing in concern as I felt myself breathe out a small exhale of relief. His voice was raspy as he spoke. “I will never purposefully scare you, Isla. If something I do frightens you, you have to tell me.”
I turned, surprised at his words, to find Dranos was nearly pouting. “Are you upset he likes me?” “Jealous he gets your touch.” He scowled.
“Good. We are going to be around other nightmares, specifically male nightmares, so I want you covered in my scent.” I blushed. “Why?”
Plus, hadn’t it been nearly an hour since breakfast? Surely she was hungry. I mean, she was so tiny. Maybe I needed to start carrying snacks around with me…
“If you ever feel that way again, you use one of us—always. I don’t want you touching yourself when we aren’t around. We are the only ones to give you pleasure, understand?”
“We can’t fuck you. No one said anything about giving you pleasure, little raven.”
His eyes widened. “Do not ever shy away from me, Isla. If you want to know something, ask, but never fear asking me something—please.”
“The idea of you disappearing is not one I am okay with, pet. Ever.”
“I don’t think you realize just how important you’ve become to us, Isla.”
“More than you will ever realize,”
the hard kiss that Wyre had landed on my lips, Dranos’s kiss to my forehead, and the soft demand that Ralos issued that I stay inside the house.
I could never let Isla leave us.
“Fucking hell,” he nearly choked out, “you really are in heat aren’t you, little raven? You need this little pussy satisfied again and again. You need cum filling you every moment of the day, you need to feed on this unrelenting dangerous need we all have for you. I am going to give you everything you want, Isla. I am going to make sure you are filled with as much fucking cock as you need—Oh fuck.”
“Taking in enough cum to get knocked up, so spread those legs wide and let us do our job, Isla.”
“We worship the ground you walk on, pet.”
