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I had never been treated as a child, not even when I was one. My parents always treated my brother and me with the full respect of an adult, making our own choices, whether they were successful or failures. They let us grow and experience that. Granted, I always had a role I had to play, and even when I was young, I was expected to live up to that responsibility. So to be treated like a baby who couldn’t make her own choices?

He had no idea who the fuck he was dealing with…

“Aaaahhh!” I let out an aggravated cry.

At the bar, for one second, I thought he wanted to kiss me, then the next, he was patting me on the head and sending me to bed with a bottle.

“Asshole,” I muttered. I didn’t even want him to kiss me… I didn’t. It was just the fact Ash was acting like the very idea of me joining him was unthinkable. That I would never do such a thing. Or he wouldn’t allow such a thing.

My lids lowered, a wicked smile growing on my face, my brother’s voice coming into my head.

“Oh, no… I know that look.” He shook his head. “It usually means I will get grounded also.”

“Come on, little brother.” I smiled. “Live a little.”

Stripping off my sweater and jeans, left in my knickers and tank, I fluffed my hair around my shoulders, still buzzing from the homemade whiskey.

My brain was not thinking past showing him up as I made my way up to the attic where the party room was. I wanted him to be aware I had the right to be there too. I was almost a twenty-one-year-old woman who made her own decisions.

He couldn’t tell me what to do.

My stomach fluttered as I neared the door. Music slipped out, but it didn’t cover up the moans coming from the room.

My feet halted for a moment, fear tapping at my drunken mind. It wasn’t too late to turn back, run back to the room, and pretend this never happened.

Don’t be a fucking coward.

Rocking forward, I twisted the handle with a shaky hand, taking another breath before I opened the door.

Whatever I was expecting… I wasn’t ready.

The floor was covered in pillows and cushions, and two swings hung from the ceiling. Various whips, handcuffs, and toys were on a table, while a few smaller tables were loaded with trays of drugs and alcohol. Music played in the background, giving a backdrop to the cries throughout the room.

Over twenty people filled the space in different sections, and no one was wearing a bit of clothing.

A woman right near the door was getting pummeled as she sucked a man off while another man fucked him. The swings were filled with women getting eaten out by what looked like two snake-shifters while a man jerked off to them. A human man wearing a collar was being whipped by two fae women in the middle of the room. A group of five were at one end, doing things I tried not to watch, but couldn’t stop.

I had messed around and been to parties, which had gotten kind of wild. Or so I thought. It seemed like kid stuff compared to this, and it made me embarrassed and insecure, far out of my element. But I couldn’t deny the flip of that, how intrigued I was. Energy skimmed over my body, my nipples hardening, pleasure drenching the room until all you could do was breathe it in. The need to let go, to orgasm, trembled through my body, hunting for one. My gaze searched the room, stopping on the man I was looking for.

Naked, Ash bent over a tray, snorting in a line of dust. With his back to me, I watched his movements, the way his perfect ass flexed, his muscles moving under his taut skin, his broad shoulders, and those two indentations on his lower back.

My gods…

You’d have to be dead not to notice him, perfectly aware he was absolutely one of the most beautiful and sexy men you’d ever know inanylifetime.

Wetness soaked my underwear, my breath hitching, wanting him to turn around. See me standing there. My need to see his response to my presence was irrational, like I actually cared that he found me attractive. That he wanted me.

A blonde woman came behind him, her hand sliding down his back, running over his firm ass. She whispered something in his ear before her voluptuous body dropped to her knees behind him. Her tongue licked down the crease in his ass, sliding her tongue across his balls. He gripped the table, his body pushing back into her, his head tipping forward.

Red flashed over my eyes, a growl climbing my throat, my magic battling at the seams, something deep wanting to spill off my tongue. I wanted to tear her away from him. To shred into her. He was not hers to touch…

Kill her.The voice bubbled up, whispering the words in my ear, showing exactly what I could do. Oxygen snapped up through my nose, my body jolting back as I slammed back the dark thought, the desire to act on it.

“Wow. You are the most stunning thing in here.” A pretty fae man strolled up, his hand sliding across my belly as he came around me. “Think we need to take these off.” His other hand went under my tank, skating over my healing ribs, the tips of his finger brushing under my breasts, tingling my skin. “Way overdressed.”

My head felt foggy, my reactions slow, as if my limbs were too heavy. The alcohol in my system blurred the fear, and the room’s energy was like an aphrodisiac. And I couldn’t stop staring at Ash and the woman, terrified of what I had felt, both in fury and turned on.

“Unless this is what gets you off?” His voice was heavy in my ear, his teeth nipping at my neck, sliding one hand between my thighs as the other caressed the underside of my boobs. “You like watching?” He followed where I was staring. “Ahh, yes. I enjoy looking at him also.” One hand dipped into my knickers, brushing over my pussy. “Watch him while I get you off, beautiful.”