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Fuck Xavier. If I could drag him up here and make him watch I would–

Hot, thick magick swirled around us.

“Fucking Wrath,” Gluttony groaned out, his hand sliding down into my heat.

“Please,” I begged, gasping for breath thrusting my hips shamelessly into his palm.

His finger dipped deep inside me, right as he bit down on my neck.

I couldn’t tell who moaned–him or me–it was just a cacophony of sounds and feelings and emotions and magick.

“So wet,” he murmured against my pulse, his finger exploring carefully and thoroughly. I writhed against him, wanting and needing more.

“Enough,” he snarled and with one motion tossed me over his shoulder like a sack of flour, crossing the kitchen in a few steps.

Stunned at being handled like a naughty toddler, I didn’t make a sound as cleared the dining table with one swipe of his hand, sending plates and cutlery flying. He flipped me over and pushed me down, his other hand with a vice grip on my neck as he bent me over the side of the kitchen table and held me there.

“I know you did something to me. I tasted it on your lips. I don’t appreciate being manipulated.” His hips pinned me to the edge of the table, the evidence unmistakable of his ‘problem’ between our entwined legs.

“I didn’t do anything,” I panted, finding it hard to form coherent thoughts, let alone words. “Just gave you a little encouragement.”

He thrust hard against me, forcing my face down into the table.

I liked the roughness.

I liked his frustration.

I even liked some of the pain.

“I could snap your bones like fucking pine needles,” he growled.

“Promises, promises,” I trilled into the mahogany. The magick had me higher than a kite, or more drunk than a skunk. It was hard to tell.

I gasped as cold air hit my bare ass.

“Did you just rip off–”

My tirade was cut off as his hand snaked through my hair and pulled, the sudden fiery pain rendering me speechless. He yanked my head up so my back arched, pulled flush against his body as he held me up off the table.

“Do you realize what you’re inviting? Are you playing with all of us? This isn’t a fucking game!” He held me there, stuck in pain and ecstasy, so serious that I couldn’t stop my mouth.

“Then why am I winning?” I whispered.

BAM.

He dropped me on the table and before I could take another breath was inside me, filling me to the hilt.

I moaned at the feel of him, oddly cool but hitting just the right spot. I gasped as his possessiveness crashed over me through the bond when it snapped in place, different from Lust's claiming heat. This was ancient, patient hunger that had been starving itself for too long.

I went limp and let him fuck me from behind, his hips snapping wildly as he starting cursing in a language I didn’t even recognize. Magick swirled wildly, lights and candles flickering as the air sparked and hummed.

“What is going—oh, nice!”

A snort escaped my lips as I heard Greed barge into the kitchen, followed by more footsteps.

Gluttony froze against me and then he was gone, withdrawing and whipping around with his trademark vampiric speed. I laid there in place, too stunned to move.

“Goddamn it, Greed, I–”