Page 145 of Heartless Heathens

So was I.

“Fuck, you’re a messy, dirty girl aren’t you, little lamb?” Corvin said from the side and I tensed, even my heavy panting came to a stop when I froze.

“Don’t.” Sonny warned him with a growl, stroking my hair gently and pulling me into the nook of his shoulder. “She doesn’t like that.” He spoke for me.

“Come show me what you like then, little lamb,” he said with a soft smile.

I went to lift up but Sonny dug his fingers into my hip to keep me impaled on him. “I could literally live like this, inside you, every moment of the fucking day,” He whispered into my ears and Corvin chuckled.

“Well, despite what the old man said, she belongs with all of us. So learn to share Santorini.” Corvin took long strides before crouching down and kissing me.

“Iwanttobindmyself to you three. Please don’t make me ask again,” she said looking at me and then past my shoulders to the Escuras.

She hadn’t just read the book, she studied it.

“Do you understand what that means?” I asked her.

“I do.”

Did she? It wasn’t a love spell. It amplified what was already there. When you bound yourself to someone it was physically painful to be apart from them. It was why the three of us were the way we were. Arlan had forced us to do the ritual when the Escuras moved in as teenagers, though for us it was much different, our love was based on friendship and loyalty.

Her love was wild.

It was sharp and full of edges, and I often found myself on the bleeding end of her blade.

“Are you sure?” I asked softly in her ear, so that it was just between the two of us.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

“Once you do this, it isn’t some devil who will possess your soul. It’s us.”

“Who better than the ones who already own my heart?” She parted her lips for me and I sank my tongue into her mouth with a groan.

I pulled her off of me and Corvin was already walking back into the room with a towel and tossing it at us. I smirked. She was a messy girl but I fucking loved every bit of it.

“The basement,” I told Felix, who nodded, knowing exactly what would need to happen.

“You’re sure you want this Romina?” Corvin asked her, not bothering to wait for her to make herself fully decent before plunging his tongue down her throat.

“You’re all the home I want. You’re all the home I need.” She said with a nod of her head.

I pulled her back into my lap once I put my pants back on, nuzzling my nose into her hair and breathing her in. Corvin turned and headed downstairs as well to get things ready for the ritual.

Hundreds of candles flickered. Boundaries were drawn on the floor from a mixture of mine, Felix, and Corvin’s blood making a circle. Felix emptied the jar filled with grave dirt into the center and drew the sigil for the ritual in it. Thirteen candles surrounded us but remained unlit.

She breathed heavily and her hands shook with the blade while Corvin held a small wooden bowl under her arm. It already contained our blood, now it needed hers. She looked at me with a gaze full of nothing but love. How she could see past the monster that was inside of all of us, how she could heal us as well as herself even though the reality was, she was the most damaged one of us all was beyond me.

“Don’t be scared Mina. Tell her to be brave, Sonny,” Felix said, looking back at me. I shook my head as I uncrossed my arms and kicked my foot off one of the pillars holding the mansion up right above us. Stepping closer, I knelt down in front of her, grasping her chin with my fingers.

“No, I don’t want her brave. I want her wide-eyed and baptized in my sins like it’s dirty bathwater,” I said, not bothering to explain myself.

She didn’t need to be anything that she wasn’t. That’s not who she was, and that was okay. It took too long for me to realize that. I wouldn’t make the mistake again.

“Steady your hand and press hard. If you don’t cut deep enough you’ll need to do it again.”

Without saying anymore, she nodded her head, bright eyes burning straight into my heart. The trembling in her hand settled. She drug the blade of the knife against her forearm and the stream oozed out easily. Felix squeezed, urging the blood out into the container. Her eyes glazed over with a dark shadow.

Satan himself would have kneeled at the sight of her.