Page 43 of Property of Necro (Kings Of Anarchy MC: Illinois #1)

“Fuck,” he barks, shifting from foot to foot. “This is harder than I thought… I… I missed you. So fuckin’ much and now you’re here and you’re lookin’ at me like…”

“I’m pissed? And hurt? And confused?” I fill in for him.

Sighing, Rot threads his fingers behind his head, giving me a front-row view of his spectacular biceps. “Yeah.”

My right leg bounces. “That’s because I am, and you’re not telling me anything.”

“Can I say how hot you look right now? Like, I wanna drop to my knees and eat your pussy for like a week. I missed you, Red. Seein’ you…

Damn. It’s a lot.” Rot adjusts his obvious erection, and I pretend it isn’t flattering because I don’t want it to be, but damn if he isn’t hot, all worked up, and dirty from being in the grave. My grave.

I still can’t believe that happened.

He cards a hand through his thick, black hair, and a disheveled Rot is still incredibly yummy.

Blowing out a breath, he spares a glance at a tied-up Coffin, and then he drops to his knees in front of me, ruches up my skirt, and shoves his face against my panty-covered pussy.

His hot breath penetrates through the fabric, heating my core.

I grip his hair, and he groans, but I don’t pull him off. “Let me talk here.” He nuzzles his nose against me. “I’ll tell you everything. Just let me smell you. ”

My stomach dips at his words. “Fine.”

Being the sneaky bastard he is, Rot sucks the fabric into his mouth.

I pull his hair and gasp in mock outrage. “Rot.”

“Sorry. Sorry. Fuck. Okay…” He relents and looks up at me with puppy-dog eyes. “We’ve been stalkin’ you for months. Waitin’ for Necro to pull his head out of his ass. When he didn’t, we asked Joe to kidnap you and bring you to us.”

“Joe, being the guy who drugged me?”

“Yeah.” He tongues the fabric of my panties, and his eyes roll back into his head. “He-he’s one of our foster brothers. He’s not with the club, but he drops by from time to time to hang out, and if we need help, we call him,” he whispers.

Loving him at my feet, I push a strand of hair off his forehead. “I thought nobody but the brothers were allowed in the church.”

“He doesn’t come inside. We hang out here.”

“Right. So, you asked Joe to kidnap me?”

“Last week, we caught wind of the party at the bar. Coffin’s been losin’ his mind for months now. Once we locked down plans with Joe, Coffin spiraled out of control. He hasn’t slept in almost a week. He’s been too busy building, and if he’s not building, he’s killing.”

As I take in the barn, I understand what Rot means. There are stacks of coffins now, not just a few in the corner like before. The pile of scrap wood in the corner could fuel an enormous bonfire.

Wanting a connection, I rub strands of his silky hair between my fingertips. “And how did I end up in a coffin?”

Closing his eyes as if he loves it when I touch him, Rot kisses my pussy and nuzzles there before answering the question.

“When Joe showed up last night, Coffin met him out front. Joe said he asked where I was, but that jackass had already drugged me and locked me in a cell. I guess he drugged Joe, too, then tied him up in the back of his SUV.”

“Then he took me and buried me alive,” I guess, filling in the blanks.

Eyelids fluttering, Rot audibly breathes in my scent, and groans.

My pussy clenches of her own accord, loving their reunion far more than the whore should.

“We think so,” he finally says. “When I woke up, I spent I dunno how long tryin’ to get someone to let me out.

Creature showed up to do his rounds and then helped me find Joe.

Coffin was buildin’ more coffins when we got here. He wouldn’t tell us where you were.”

I arch a brow. “You didn’t think to look in the giant hole in the ground?”

“No. Not at first. Coffin has been killin’ a lot lately. There’s been a constant grave or two dug for weeks. Your coffin was on top of the woman he buried this morning.”

Okay. That makes sense, then.

“So, he hates me now and has decided he’d rather see me dead.”

“No.” Rot shakes his head. “I don’t think he knows what’s real anymore. He’s manic as fuck.”

“Or he wanted me back here to kill me.”

Rot pushes the edge of my panties to the side and nips my pussy lip. “Stop it.”

Twisting on the ground, Coffin cocks his head back and finds me sitting in his chair. His eyes look dead. Haunted. His cheeks are gaunt from lack of sleep and malnourishment. He snaps his teeth at me again. “Whore.”

Rot sighs against my core and pulls back enough to scowl at his brother. “Stop it, dickhead. You’re gonna regret this later.”

“Fuck. You.” Coffin spits. “Disgusting cheater. I’ll gut you.”

Rot barks a humorless laugh. “You’ll gut me, huh? How?”

“I’ll bathe in your blood and…” His dead eyes lock on me. “Your whore’s blood.”

“If he thinks I’m such a whore, then why did he carve me again?” I ask, hating this side of Coffin. Sure, he didn’t like me much before I left, but there was always this undercurrent of sexual tension. I don’t sense that now. All I feel is hatred—no warmth, or humanity.

“A part of him must know you’re you, or he would have already carved you up. He wouldn’t have buried you alive. He would’ve also already filled the plot. But he didn’t,” Rot explains, but I’m not buying it.

“You can’t know any of that.”

“I know how my brother works, Red. Trust me on this. He was torn the fuck up when you left. He was barely keeping it together.”

“And Necro?” I ask, wondering about him and what he’s been up to since he sent me packing.

“We’ll talk about him later. Once we get this Coffin shit worked out.”

Right. That doesn’t sound ominous or anything.

I push the tender bruise on my thigh. “Just drug him,” I suggest. “You all like to do that to me. Shove a needle in his ass. Hell, I’ll do it.”

“I’m with her,” Joe replies, eavesdropping on our conversation.

I point to him. “You, sir, don’t get a vote. You stabbed me in the leg.”

The jerk smirks, reminding me far too much of his foster brothers.

“Will you forgive me for bein’ a prick if I hold this asshole down so you can do the same to him?

” Joe shoves Coffin onto his stomach. Cursing up a storm, Coffin tries to wriggle back over, but Joe plants his boot in the middle of his shoulder blades and jerks his chin at me.

“Come on, lady, we ain’t got all day.” He snaps his fingers to get on with it, but there’s a lightness in his tone, like he’s giving me shit.

Fine.

I sigh, and Rot looks up at me from the ground, grinning. He nuzzles his cheek against my inner thigh, then kisses me there. “I can’t wait to fuck you again, Red. But let’s poke this asshole in the butt.” He shoves off his knees to stand and offers me a hand.

We walk over to Coffin, and Joe swaps spots with Rot.

Cheek pressed against the sawdust-covered floor, Coffin’s heavy breath kicks up the debris and coats his face and hair in the particles. “Go away, whore.”

I kneel by his face and wipe what I can of the dust off as Joe magically appears with a similar needle to the one he used to drug me.

Coffin’s nostrils flare as he snaps his teeth at me for the third time today before he spits at me and growls, “You’ll make a nice trophy. ”

I pat his cheek. “Manic or not, I’m going to make you regret those words.”

Coffin blinks at me like my voice might have penetrated somewhere else. For a moment, I wonder if his wiring is back online. He blinks again, and the moment’s lost. Lifeless eyes stare back at me.

Joe hands Rot the needle and straddles a belly-down Coffin. He reaches underneath his brother, undoes his jeans, and tugs his pants down to his knees, exposing his gorgeous bare ass to us.

“You think you can rape me? Fuckin’ sickos!” Coffin snarls, craning his head off the floor, trying to see what’s happening.

I collect the needle from Rot, and while Coffin writhes and loses his shit, I straddle his legs and sit down.

Using my weight to keep him from moving too much, I do whatever the hell I want and bite his butt cheek.

Coffin howls and thrashes. Smiling like a savage, I sink deeper until the tang of his blood coats my lips.

That’s for carving me and nailing me in a fucking box, leaving me to die!

Joe holds his shoulders down.

Rot moves to his feet.

Wanting to even them out because they are so biteable, I pay the same respect to his other cheek.

Warm copper coats my tongue, and I swallow it down, getting high on taking his power away.

When I sit back, I wipe the dribbles from my mouth and do what needs done—stab him in the ass with the needle and press the plunger.

“Whore! Fucking whore. I’ll kill you!” Coffin rages and Rot chuckles, filming the entire thing on his cell phone.

The medicine doesn’t take long to kick in. Rot offers his hand and pulls me up, and I quickly discard the needle in the trash.

“Now what?” I ask and lick my lips as I stand beside Rot and Joe, staring down at a comatose, crazy man. He looks more peaceful when he’s asleep, and the world’s so much nicer when he isn’t busy threatening me or spewing insults.

Rot curls his arm around my waist and pulls me into his side. “We wait,” he whispers, dropping a kiss to my temple.