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I snort, shaking my head, and tug at Sienna’s hair just enough to make her gasp. She smacks my hand away and glares at me.

“She’s mine,” I say firmly, locking eyes with him.

“The hell I am!” she spits, scrambling back like a cornered animal. “Don’t even try it. If you come near my face again, I swear I’ll bite you. I don’t care.”

The warning is so damn sharp, so defiant, I almost laugh. Instead, I lean back, crossing my arms like I’m unfazed.

“Feisty little bunny,” I mutter. “I’ll give you that.”

Eli steps closer, his hands balling into fists. “Caleb,” he says quietly, dangerously. “She’s not part of this.”

I tilt my head at him, curious. “You have no fucking idea what a Reaper is capable of, Eli,” I mock. “You’re breaking rules by taking your mask off and barging in here.”

“She’s mine,” he says again, louder this time.

I let that sit in the air for a second, weighing the statement. Then I laugh, slow and deliberate, shaking my head.

“You’re not supposed to take off your mask during a celebration,” I say, smirking. “Rules are rules, brother.”

Sienna tries to stand, but I put my hand on her shoulder, forcing her back down. “Stay on the floor,” I order, my tone sharp enough to make her flinch.

Eli surprises me by softening his voice. “Sienna. Don’t,” he says, almost pleading.

That catches my attention. The edge in his tone, the way he looks at her like she’s the only person in the room. This isn’t just about the hunt anymore. This is personal.

I grin, turning to him. “That’s cute,” I drawl. “But she’s not yours, and I’m not interested in anything except her warm, pretty mouth.”

Sienna curses under her breath, the sound pulling my gaze back to her. She’s glaring at me like she wants to kill me, and honestly? It’s kind of hot.

Her on her knees, wearing that hot fucking mask. Blood rushes back to my cock. I need her lips wrapped around me again.

“You don’t get it,” Eli snaps, stepping closer. “I’m not asking.”

I wave him off like it’s no big deal. “Relax. I’m not kicking you out. I’ll share.”

Eli freezes, his brows pulling together. “What the fuck does that mean?”

I lean down, close enough that Sienna flinches. “You wanted dibs, right? Go on.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Eli’s voice is sharp now, cutting through the tension like a knife.

I straighten, pulling off my mask slowly. The second it’s off, Sienna’s eyes widen.

“Don’t worry, bunny. None of this leaves this room.” I lower my voice, making sure she catches every word. “And if it does? I’ll personally run to your daddy and tell him exactly what you were up to tonight.”

Her mouth falls open, her green eyes blazing with fury. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me,” I say, dead serious.

Eli steps between us, his posture stiff, protective. “What the fuck do you want?” he demands, his voice low and dangerous.

I lean back, pretending to think it over. “What do I want?” I repeat, grinning. “Simple. I want to have some fun. And maybe see how far she’s willing to go to keep this little secret.”

“Caleb,” Eli snaps, stepping closer.

“Relax,” I say, releasing her hair but keeping my stance firm. “You’re acting like I’m doing something she didn’t agree to. She knew exactly what she was getting into when she showed up at this party. Look at her fucking bunny ears, E. She knows what she’s doing to us.”

Eli’s breathing is heavy, his nostrils flaring as he stares me down. His protectiveness is quite humorous.

“Let her go,” he repeats.

I shake my head, pulling the pair of panties from my back pocket and holding them up. “You chose her, didn’t you? Don’t fucking lie to me, Eli. She’s the one you brought to the table, right?”

He doesn’t answer, his silence telling me everything I need to know.

“Thought so,” I say, dragging the panties across my palm as I shift my attention back to Sienna. “How was it, huh? With him?”

She glares at me, her eyes blazing. “Fuck you.”

I grin, my cock twitching at her defiance. “Oh, sweetheart, I’d love to.”

“Caleb,” Eli growls, his voice laced with warning.

I glance at him, smirking. “What’s the matter? Jealous? If you wanted her that bad, you should’ve done something about it before she ended up here.”

“She’s not like the others,” he says, his voice quieter now, almost desperate.

I arch a brow, intrigued. “Oh? Then why the hell is she here, Eli? Because from where I’m standing, she looks like every other girl downstairs, begging for attention.”

“That’s not—”

“Save it,” I cut him off, my tone sharp. “You’re wasting time.”

Eli’s jaw flexes as he stares me down, but he doesn’t move.

I take a step back, gesturing toward her. “You wanted dibs, right? Go on. Take her.”

Sienna’s head snaps toward me, her eyes wide. “What?”

Eli hesitates, his gaze locked on her. “Caleb—”

“Do it,” I snap, my patience wearing thin. “Or step aside and let me finish what I started.”

Eli moves, but not toward her. Instead, he grabs my arm, his grip firm. “What the fuck, Caleb? You don’t get to do this,” he says, his voice low.

I shrug him off, my smirk widening. “Welcome to the Reapers, E.”

Eli steps between us, his body tense. “What do you want, Caleb?”

I laugh, the sound cold and humorless. “I told you what I wanted. I want our pretty little bunny here to finish what she started. But since you’re so fucking attached, maybe I’ll let you have your fun first.”

Eli’s eyes narrow, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

“Go on,” I taunt, gesturing toward her. “Show me what you’ve got, golden boy.”

Sienna’s breathing is shallow, her eyes darting between us as she tries to process what’s happening.

Eli doesn’t move, his gaze fixed on her.

“Fine,” I say, rolling my eyes. “If you’re too much of a pussy, I’ll handle it myself.”

Sienna scrambles to her feet, her movements frantic. “No,” she says, her voice shaking.

I grab her wrist, pulling her back down. “Stay on your fucking knees.”

She glares at me, her defiance returning. “Go to hell.”

I laugh, leaning down until our faces are inches apart. “Sweetheart, we’re already there.”

Eli’s voice cuts through the tension like a knife. “Let her go, Caleb.”

I glance at him, my smirk fading. “Make me.”

The air’s thick with tension. I’m watching them both — her, sitting there, hands trembling in her lap; him, just as intent, moving like he’s got something to prove.

Eli’s eyes are locked on her like he’s trying to crack her open with nothing more than a stare.

She shifts uncomfortably, but her body doesn’t move, doesn’t protest. I’m not sure if that’s because she’s too lost in whatever mess she’s already tangled herself in, or if she’s too damn scared to fight back.

I love this power. It’s sick, but I’ve got the front-row seat to it all. Hell, I don’t even have to do much. Just sit back and watch.

“Come on, little puck bunny,” I mutter under my breath, more to myself than anyone else, my voice low, but I know she hears it.

This time, I’m not sure how she’s going to handle it.

I almost want her to run. Almost. But I want to see it play out first. Want to see if Eli’s got the balls to finish this, or if he’s going to bail.

Her eyes flicker up to me, then back to him. She’s too aware of me, of the way I’m watching, of the way I’ve always watched. It’s fucking intoxicating. The discomfort in her expression? It’s like a signal to me, and I can’t help but press it.

Eli moves in closer, his breath ragged as he leans over her, hand grazing the side of her face. The tension’s thick, like something’s about to snap, but I’m not sure what it’s going to be.

“Yes,” I growl.

Her eyes snap to mine, and I don’t miss the flicker of discomfort there. Good. Let her feel it. I’m not giving her an out, not now. I just want to see how deep she’s willing to sink.

“Don’t make this harder, sweetheart,” I add, my voice quieter now, just for her. It’s not friendly. It’s almost mocking.

Eli doesn’t wait. He unzips his pants, pulling them down with his boxers.

The hem of his shirt covers just enough of his ass.

I see his erection and then his hand moves from her face, shifting to the back of her head, fingers digging in as he guides her toward him.

She gasps, a strangled sound that cuts through the air.

Her mouth falls open, and I see her eyes dart to mine, searching for some way to stop it.

But she doesn’t say a word. She just lets him drag her closer.

Eli pumps his dick and this time, she watches him.

I move closer to the scene as her mouth wraps tightly around his dick, pumping him.

Her body tenses under Eli’s grip, but she doesn’t push him off.

Her lips part, and there’s no hesitation, no second thoughts on his part.

He shoves himself deeper into her mouth.

She gags instantly, eyes watering as she fights to breathe, but she doesn’t pull away. She can’t. She’s not allowed to.

The only sound in the room is the muffled noises escaping her throat as Eli fucks her mouth, holding her head still.

I can’t help but lean forward, a sick thrill running through me as I watch her struggle.

There’s something about it, the way her body’s caught between giving in and fighting back, that makes everything in me tighten.

She doesn’t want this, not really, but she’s here anyway.

Plus the fucking bunny mask is everything.

Quite fitting given she’s the Coach’s daughter. Bad little puck bunny.

“Fuck,” Eli grunts, pulling her closer, thrusting deeper. She gags harder, her hands gripping at his thighs for leverage. Her eyes squeeze shut, and I can’t tell if she’s trying to block it out or if it’s just the gagging. Either way, it’s fucking hot.

I can feel my own body reacting to the chaos unfolding. But I’m not the one in control right now. Not yet. Eli’s got the power. But I know it’s not going to last. Not for long.

“Look at me,” I tell her suddenly, my voice low and almost lazy. She doesn’t move, doesn’t seem to hear me, too focused on what Eli’s doing to her. But I know she does. I can see the tension in her neck, the way her muscles flex. She’s aware of me watching her.

“Come on, Sienna,” I repeat, dragging the word out. Her eyes snap to mine for a second, and I see it then — her frustration, her humiliation. She doesn’t know what the fuck to do. She wants to run, but she’s still stuck in this twisted mess.

Eli pulls out suddenly, making her cough and gasp for air. He leans back, watching her like he’s waiting for something. I see the confusion in her face, the way her breath comes out in sharp bursts as she tries to regain control of her body. But she doesn’t have control anymore.

She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, but there’s no stopping what’s already happened.

Before I can blink, Eli’s moving again, pulling her head down toward him. She doesn’t even fight him this time. Her mouth opens without protest, and he shoves himself back in. She’s not gagging now, but she’s definitely not enjoying it.

My eyes lock onto her face, and I get a twisted satisfaction out of the way she’s caught between this moment and the next. She’s going through the motions like she’s supposed to, but I can see it. She’s fucking hating every second of it.

I’ve had my fill of watching them. Eli’s moving like a man on a mission, and I’m just here for the ride.

I move closer, standing beside her, my hand reaching down to undo my own pants.

I’m hard, watching this mess unfold. I can’t just stand there and watch him take control without taking a piece of it.

I free myself, my fingers running over my cock as I lean in.

I watch her closely, her eyes flicking over to me for a split second.

Her lips wrap around Eli again, and I can’t look away. It’s filthy, hot, and I’m fucking loving every second of it. Her hands are still on his thighs, gripping harder now as he thrusts in and out. She’s got no choice but to take it. To endure it.

And then, Eli pulls out again, this time faster, with more force, and stroking his cock roughly, he comes all over her face. The sight of it, the way he leaves her coated, makes something in me snap.

She freezes, wide-eyed, and I can’t help but grin, feeling that familiar rush.

She’s still, not moving, and for a moment, I think she’s going to break.

I push her onto the floor, climbing over her. She doesn’t even try to fight me. She’s too far gone.

I grab her by the chin, tilting her head up to face me. She looks at me, eyes wide, her mouth still trembling.

Without a word, I take my own release, coming hard over her face as she just lies there. It is fucking insane how good it feels watching rope after rope of my come slide over her cheeks, mixing with his .

Once I am done, I squeeze the head of my cock and shove it back into my pants.

Sienna’s still not moving and for a second, I wonder if she’s even going to say anything.

But then she unsteadily gets on her feet, scrambling away from us both. She wipes her face clean with the edge of her hoodie, her hands shaking, and then without a single word, she bolts out of the room.

My grin fades a little as I stand there, letting the silence fill the space. Then I hear Eli curse under his breath, and I watch as he tucks himself in and runs chasing after her.

I lean back, letting out a long, slow breath. It’s done. For now.

But I know this isn’t over. Not by a long shot.

Because, damn, I want to do that again .