Page 103 of Vengeance and Vipers

I shake my head. ‘What? What the hell are you talking about? You think he’ll make her sign?’

I look at both brothers. Do they actually think Maddox will lock her into a contract?

My dick stiffens at the thought of her bound to us. Do Iwantthat?

My hand comes up to my chest, and I realize it aches. I can still sense her right now, but it’s a shadow of how intense it was before I locked it down. I’m not sure what it is I’m feeling from her at the moment.

‘He’ll never go for it, and, in case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t a goddamned democracy. What Maddox says, goes.’

Axel snorts at my words and turns away. ‘She’s unsettled,’ he says to the others who nod. ‘Something that happened in the club tonight shook her to her fucking core.’ He casts me a withering look that I ignore. ‘I’d say it was you, but it happened while she was at the bar.’

‘The vamps were there,’ I say. ‘One was talking to her before Daemon got to her.’

Krase nods. ‘Aye, and she didn’t like what he was saying one bit.’

The door opens, and Maddox enters the room.

Speak of the devil …

All of us shut up, but Maddox doesn’t seem to notice we were in the middle of something.

‘I’ve been trying to call you!’ he snaps.

I take my phone out. ‘Reception isn’t good. I couldn’t hear you.’

He looks agitated. ‘Where is Jules? You were told to keep her with you.’

‘She needed the bathroom,’ I shrug.

‘You left her alone?’

I give Maddox an incredulous look. He was the one who wanted me back in the room with him and Meredith, making me leave her alone at the bar earlier.

‘What’s the big deal?’ I ask. ‘This is our club. Besides, Daemon claimed her in front of vamps. No one will mess with her.’

‘The fae are early!’ Maddox hisses. ‘They’ve already begun to arrive. We’ll need to leave. Now.’

* * *

JULES

The shitshow of the evening hits me as soon as Iron leaves the dim room. I lean heavily against the table I just got railed on.

I fucked Iron, or, or accurately, he fucked me. In sex club. In asex room in a sex club.

He spanked my asshole, and it hurt, and, for some insane reason, unlike most of the pain I’ve experienced before, I loved it.

I put my hand over my heart and frown. He didn’t like that I knew what he was feeling. Right now, I can sense the others, but he muted himself almost instantly. I’m not getting much at all.

Four down, two to go, I think bitterly.

I throw on my clothes quickly. What am I thinking? I ask myself this every day, but I’m no closer to figuring it out. My life is circling a drain, and I’m going down very soon. Maddox WILL find out, and regardless of what these demons keep doing to me, only then will I be well and truly fucked. Why am I so drawn to these incubi? I could go out on a limb and say that being around so many males in the Mountain made me go supe-dick crazy, but I haven’t been drawn to the Iron I’s at all. In fact, I feel a little repulsed when I’m around them.

It’s completely the opposite with Maddox’s clan, though. Even though I know Maddox and Daemon would laugh at me, and be cruel, a part of me still wants to go find them and beg them both to fuck me every which way from Sunday. Maybe even up on that stage.

I mean, what kind of a girl wants guys who hate her to do that to her? I thought I had some self-respect, but maybe it was all for show. Maybe I never did have any at all; I was just going through the motions. Maybe it was taken from me when I was still just a kid.

In the bathroom, I make sure I’m not disheveled before I leave the room, shutting the door firmly behind me. I walk out of the hallway and towards the bar, scanning the room but not seeing the guys anywhere.