The Magic of Revenge (Emerald Lakes, #3)

by Britt Andrews

Welcome aboard the Double Decker Dick Bus! New and improved with built in storage beneath each seat. You will find towels, blindfolds, a complimentary snail peen keychain keepsake, and a handheld fan.

Once again, we must ask to please keep your body parts inside the vehicle at all times. I’m sure you all read the news regarding Polly Nichols, Nicole Babinsack, Raewyn Ash, and Stacy Denny. Their tits will never be the same. May they rest in mangled peace. Britt is not responsible for overheating, spontaneous gasms, or the combustion of your panties. Let’s roll out! Emerald Lakes, here we come!

That crazy fucking bitch had murdered her daughter’s love? Hatred simmered in my veins but quickly turned to determination. This would destroy my woman, and I’d do everything in my power to bring him back. He was still limp and slightly warm so that was mildly reassuring.

Having my princess see her lover's dead body like that, knowing her mother was responsible and the other guys were missing... No. I couldn't let it happen. So I tried to keep her away. Tried and fucking failed.

I’d lived a long time, I’d seen a lot of atrocities and horrors. I’d seen men cut down and women assaulted. Absolutely nothing compared to watching the woman I loved being unequivocally decimated by the loss of a man she loved.

"You carry Saige, I'll grab... Ah, fuck it," Khol grunted. Right. Because the pronouns right now were seven shades of fucked up. All I knew was that where there had been one very dead Fischer before, there were now two barely alive Fischers.

I'd called him Baggie one time, back when we were like fifteen, and I'd gotten my ass served up to me on a panther platter.

Spending my whole life knowing that my mother was a bitch had done absolutely nothing to prepare me for the extent of her evil. She’d stolen my men. Mine.

I didn’t know what she had planned, but she was a power-hungry murderous cunt who needed to atone for her sins.

‘The chosen one has found her mates, in a web woven by the fates. One was lost to be replaced by two, now a sixth is bound to you. What once was five will need one more to guide you through your destined door. Each will rise to find new power, as darkness looms and goodness cowers. Hold fast to earth which brings new life, awaken the Dragon chained by strife. Nature's fury will rain down aide, one who is many will release his rage. Two sides of one coin you'll be entwined, one in blood, one in mind. In royal red your strength renewed, hurry witch or all are doomed.’

‘What do you mean, six? I had five and now one of them is dead! The others are missing. I don’t know what you want with me, but I don’t believe I’m the person you think I am!’ I screamed, frustrated. If the stars thought I was just going to go find two more men to add to my bed, they were sorely fucking mistaken.

As if losing my boyfriend wasn’t devastating enough, my mother had to be the one responsible for his death.

“Princess, you scared the fuck out of me. My asshole has been quivering for days—in fear. Not arousal. Fuck. I’d almost forgotten what it felt like not having my man-gina clenched up tighter than a bull’s asshole in the height of fly season.”

“I got you, tiny warrior. I’ll never let you fall,” Bram assured me and I was a little surprised at how my insides still turned to goo when he went all sweet psycho on me.

My heart was beating wildly, my palms sweaty, and suddenly all I could think about was Mom’s spaghetti. Gods dammit, Saige. Focus! Now is not the time for Eminem references.

“You’re such a fuck, Sloane,” Kai whispered as we turned and walked over to the back corner of the giant room. I shrugged. He wasn’t wrong.

But even without the memories, there was just something about that dude I didn’t fucking like. And my intuition was never wrong. If it looks like a douche, talks like a douche, walks like a douche? It’s probably a motherfucking douche.

“She’s pretty, but fuck, when I think about her I get this pain in my chest and I feel like I’m doing something wrong,” Kai whined, rubbing his sternum. “What happens if you think about fucking her?” I asked, suspicious about something. Kai paused for a moment and then his knees buckled, sending him to the floor with a crash and a groan.

“Kai’s mated, bro.” The look of pure horror on Kai’s face nearly made me piss myself with laughter.

“Regardless, they’re both alive, but neither has woken up yet. We don’t know if they will wake up,” he said gently, squeezing my shoulder. That was a reality that I wasn’t even going to entertain. The stars had given me these men to love and there was no way I was going to have Fischer taken away from me again.

Now, let’s get you some food. Your gran has been like a wild woman and Khol is close to locking her up somewhere.” I laughed at the mental images that provided me with.

“I don’t know who you think you are, but you need to calm down,” Khol told the woman who was still in the mudroom. Big mistake, Dad. You never ever tell an upset woman to calm down. “Who am I? Are you fucking for real right now? I’m Saige’s best friend and I haven’t heard from her in days. Days! So I show up here to find some strange old dude camped out in her house and no sign of my friend. Who the fuck are you? I’m gonna kick your ass in three seconds if you don’t start giving me some answers, old timer!” Oh fuck.

The need to reassure her that everything was okay was strong because I wouldn’t put it past her protective ass to try and take me from Bram. “Why is he holding you? Are you hurt?” Her arms grew tighter as she—yep—tried to take me out of his arms.

“Thank you, Bram. For taking care of me. For protecting me...” “You’re mine, Goldie girl. I’d slay a thousand dragons with demon riders before allowing one burning ember to touch your porcelain skin. Anything you desire will be yours. And if that means I have to share you with four other men who love you as fiercely as I do, then I accept that completely. I’d yank the fucking moon from the sky and personally deliver it to your hands if you wanted it.”

"I was obsessed with you the moment I laid eyes on you. I was enraptured when you told me of your warrior ways. Falling in love with you was inevitable, Goldie."

He pinned me with a look that promised dirty, delicious things. I wanted those things. All the things.

All I knew in that moment was that if I didn't get my hands on him in two seconds, my vagina was going to detach herself from my body and do the job her damn self.

"My demon queen. My sunshine. Mine," he promised

"I need you so badly." "Oh, Goldie girl... You fucking have me. You own me," he confessed,

"I plan on spoiling you every single day of the rest of our lives. It brings me great pleasure to dote on you and express my devotion to you. It's a mated male demon thing," he explained.

We're harder, not as affectionate. Until we meet our mate. There's some kind of baser instinct that drives us to do whatever we can to please our woman. To care for her, provide for her, pamper her senseless. The thought of anticipating your needs and delivering them to you gives me the most profound sense of fulfillment,"

“Tomorrow I’m going to mate you, Goldie. Tonight, I’m going to let you rest and get some energy back because tomorrow, you’re mine. I’m going to make every one of your holes my motherfucking home. Our bodies are going to become one being, our souls will become one entity. The way it should be. Now, let me kiss you some more before I go tuck you into bed between your Fischers.” He’s gonna make my holes his home? My inner witch was jumping up and down holding up a vacancies sign. Because, you know, multiple openings.

Bram smirked, knowing that I was every bit as nuts as he was.

He wasn't a dog, but he certainly had the loyalty of one. It was just the attitude of a tomcat he possessed that threw the whole thing off.

"All I can think about is all the ways I'm going to destroy her for doing this. For daring to think she could fucking take you away from me, that she could take the others. Oh stars, Guppy, I miss them so much. But when I think about that, the hurt, the pain, and the longing, my mind circles right back around to the endless ways I can ruin that bitch. I'm going to make sure she can never harm me or anyone else again,"

This dude was bad news. I never knew if it was because Sloane had the asshole affliction himself that it made it easier for him to detect fellow assholes, but he was a beast at picking them out. Takes one to know one and all that, right?

Anyone who had to try to act human, to show basic human emotion, wasn't someone that I wanted to be associated with. And I didn’t mean people who were socially awkward. I meant sociopaths and psychopaths. My money was on the latter for this dude.

Classic gaslighting. Damn, I was going to have to google the checklist for Antisocial Personality Disorder later...

Damn, the guy was a great liar. If we hadn't already figured out something was off, I would've believed him with zero hesitation.

I wanted to give my cock a high five, but I was so wound up I'd probably shoot my load off all over Goldie's sheets.

It was no bother, though. I was going to win her over because Goldie loved this woman, and therefore, I also loved this woman.

She'd been standoffish in the days after the incident, not sure how to act with two male demons in her granddaughter's home—especially considering one was her biological father, and the other, her fated mate. Yeah, she'd just about keeled over when that came out.

Does she really want to know? Ah, fuck it. "I'm going to head into town. I need to get supplies. Blankets, pillows, snacks, a case of water, lube, iced coffees, a mini fridge, some rope, a blindfold..." I stopped my rambling when I realized I'd probably gone too far with my list. "Oh, maybe get some cock rings? Have you tried those before? They say it can help a man last for hours,"

"Fuck. Cock rings. Got it. What else?" Idiot. How did you forget cock rings?! "A dildo? You never know when you'll need an extra phallic partner. Best to be prepared," she winked and carried the food to the table. I followed her like a lost puppy.

"What do you mean, the sixth?" I questioned as possessiveness began to take over. There will be no more men.

Does she like it? Does she fucking hate it? Oh stars on a slimy snail, I fucked this up. "Go back downstairs. I'll start over. It's the snails, isn't it?" I started pacing around the room, wanting to rip my hair out. "I don't know what this is... But my heart loves it," she admitted,

"I'm not sure how else to explain it. That's what I feel. Like, this is perfect. You're perfect. And you're mine," she said, her cute horns popping out. What a coincidence, my boner also popped out.

"You made me a blanket fort. This is the best day ever," she squealed. "This is not a blanket fort. This is a fuck nest. The nest in which I'm going to ravish you for hours on end," I grumbled, crossing my arms.

"Thank you, stars. I am not worthy," I whispered, as I stared at the most gorgeous sight that had ever graced my vision. "Quit talking and get in our fuck nest."

"I love you, too. I love you so much," she panted, leaning up to kiss my lips. She loves me. She loves me. Oh my stars, she fucking loves me. My spine tightened and I felt my cock beginning to swell, spurred on by her declaration.