Page 38 of Wicked Games (Silvercrest U #1)

“And you don’t know what you took?”

He shakes his head again.

I make an impatient sound, and Jax drags me away from them and spins me around so I’m facing him.

“Chill,” he warns.

“I am chill,” I snap.

He shoots me a flat look.

I pull in a deep breath and hold it for a few beats. I don’t feel much better as I blow it out, but I’m able to rein in my emotions a bit more.

He’s right. I need to calm the fuck down so we can figure out what the hell is going on and deal with it.

I glance over my shoulder at Jace and Felix. They have their heads bent together and their voices are hushed, so I can’t hear what they’re saying, but the small smile on Felix’s lips is reassuring.

They speak for another minute or so, then Jace gives him a gentle pat on the shoulder and stands.

His entire demeanor changes as soon as he turns his back to Felix. The soft look falls from his face and is replaced by one I know all too well. He’s not just mad. He’s pissed the fuck off.

“He was drugged,” he says in a hard voice and rolls his neck like he’s gearing up to step into a boxing ring. “And I know who the fuck did it.”

“Who?” I say at the same time Jax says, “How?”

“He saw his tattoo.” Jace’s eyes are so dark they look bottomless. “The same one that William has.”

The flash of anger that hits is so strong it nearly steals my breath. William drugged Felix?

“Easy, Killer.” Jax tightens his grip on my shoulder. “We’ll deal with this. We just need to get all the information first.”

“He has no idea what he took,” Jace continues. “He said it was two pills, and they were different.”

“I’m going to fucking kill him.”

“Get in line, cousin.” Jace flexes his hands like he’s trying to stop himself from punching the wall. “I think I know what one of them is.”

“What?” I ask as the three of us all look at Felix.

He’s staring at his hand, enthralled, as he moves it back and forth in front of his face.

“That’s molly,” Jace says. “I’d know that high anywhere. I just can’t tell what else he was given.”

I nod in agreement. “Yeah, that’s what it looks like to me too.”

“You stay with him while we go find William.” Jax lets go of my arm.

“And don’t worry, we won’t have any fun without you.” Jace smirks and scoops his mask off the floor.

“Not too much, at least,” Jax adds.

“Hey, kid?” Jace says to Felix as he slips his mask back on. “Tell your big bro how you got out of your room.”

“I picked the lock.” He beams a big smile at me.

“You picked the lock?” I repeat stupidly.

“Since when can you pick locks?” Jax asks.

“Since boarding school,” he says proudly and rubs his palms against the front of his shirt.

“Did you teach yourself how to do that?” Jax asks and slips his mask back on.

“Yup.” Felix grins. “It’s not hard.”

“Well, fuck me sideways.” Jace turns his attention back to me. “Who woulda thought we have a criminal mastermind among us?”

Felix dissolves into giggles and slaps one hand over his mouth, but his laughter turns into a low, guttural moan as he rubs his hand over his cheek and down his throat.

“You good?” Jax asks me.

I nod.

“We won’t be long,” Jace promises.

“We’ll get the answers we need,” Jax adds.

I nod again, and the two of them head toward the door.

I glance at Felix, and he smiles at me. Something in my gut clenches. It’s not his usual closed-off and forced smile. This one is big and wide and so damn happy it lights up his face.

He’s still smiling as I kneel in front of him.

“Where did they go?” he asks.

“To deal with William.”

“Are they going to kill him?”

“Not yet.”

He lets his head fall back against the wall with a hollow thud as the smile falls from his face. “You’re mad at me.”

“Why did you leave the room?” I ask and sweep my eyes up and down his body.

The marks I gave him earlier are dark in the dim light, and a sour feeling settles in my stomach. What happened before William drugged him? Was he with someone? Did they see my marks and just not care that they were touching someone who belongs to me?

“Because you told me not to.” He gives a little shrug.

“Who were you with?” I demand, fighting to keep my voice even. Screaming and yelling will only make him shut down, and I need answers before I lose my goddamn mind and tear the entire house apart looking for William and whoever else dared to touch him.

“With?” He blinks at me in confusion.

“Who were you with?” I repeat.

“William?” he asks, like he isn’t sure what I mean.

“You fucked around with William?”

He widens his eyes. “What? Ew, no. Gross.” He makes a face like he just sucked on a lemon wedge. “Yuck.”

“Then who were you with?” I repeat, a little placated by his reaction.

“No one.” He shoots me a confused look.

“Then why did you leave the room?”

“Because I was looking for you.” He widens his eyes, and his mouth forms a little O, like he didn’t mean to say that.

My next question dies on my lips as I take that in. What the fuck?

“You were looking for me?” I repeat slowly.

He nods, his eyes clouding over with what looks like anger.

“Why?”

He glares at me, but the effect is ruined by his flushed cheeks and the way he wets his bottom lip with his tongue.

“Why?” I repeat.

“Because I needed to know.”

“Needed to know what?”

“Who you were fucking!” he bursts out and scrambles to his feet.

I stand as well, albeit a little more slowly. “What?”

“You locked me in our room and left me alone so you could go to a sex party.” He huffs out an angry sound that’s almost a growl but not quite. “I needed to know what you were doing. Who you were doing.”

Is he jealous?

For reasons I’m not ready to examine, that makes me smile. “You care who I fuck?”

He cuts his gaze to the side. “No.”

I lean in and put my lips next to his ear. “I think you do.”

He shudders and lets out a soft whimper.

“I think you’re jealous,” I continue, shifting even closer so my lips brush against his ear with each word.

“I’m not,” he says, his voice so low I can barely hear him.

“You are.” I give his earlobe a little nip.

He jumps like I just shocked him with a cattle prod and lets out a shuddering sigh.

“Do you want to know what I’ve been doing since I locked you in my room and came to this sex party?” I ask and nuzzle my cheek against his jawline. Prickles of awareness move through me at the rasp of his stubble against mine.

He moans, loud and unrestrained, and lets his head fall back against the wall with a dull thud .

“Do you?” I ask again.

“What?” he whispers.

“Nothing.” I run the tip of my tongue around the shell of his ear.

He gasps and arches his back. Our chests and torsos bump together, and I have to bite back my own gasp when he presses his hard cock against mine and lets out another of those sexy moans.

“Really?” he asks in a breathy voice. “Nothing?”

I rock my hips and drag my length against his. “Not a goddamn thing.”

He makes a happy snuffling sound and wiggles against me like a needy kitten.

“I should punish you for disobeying,” I muse, but I let him keep rubbing against me.

He lets out another low moan and grips my waist. Unlike him, I’m shirtless, and his hands are warm as he rubs them over my sides and drags them over my back.

“What do you think, kitten?” I let him pull me closer so our bodies are completely flush. “Should I punish you?”

The door opens, but a second later someone says, “Oops,” and another voice says, “Hot,” before the door closes again.

“Did you see that, kitten?” I ask huskily. “Because they sure as fuck saw us.”

He nods and rubs his cheek against mine.

“Do you like that idea? Them not just seeing us, but watching us?”

His answering moan is loud and unrestrained.

“I should bend you over and fuck you right here,” I whisper. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want to be my slut and let me use you however I want.”

He nods and rakes his hands down my back, and the trails of pain are enough to set my already boiling blood on fire.

“Or maybe I should take you to one of the rooms.” I lick the shell of his ear again.

He shudders and grips my ass so hard I can feel heat blooming out from where his fingers are digging into me.

“Spread you out and fuck you in front of everyone. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?

You’d love it if everyone saw what a slut you are for me. ”

“Killian,” he says on a low moan. “Please.”

“Please, what?”

He moans and bumps his dick against mine.

“What do you want, kitten?” I nip at his ear.

He hitches one leg up and wraps it around my thighs, locking our bodies together.

I let him rub against me and press my lips against his ear. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

He rakes his nails down my back, and my cock pulses and my balls draw up tight.

I pull back, but before I can say anything, Felix surges forward and presses his mouth against mine.

His kiss is hard and hot, his tongue insistent as he traces it over my lips, encouraging me to open for him.

I’m so stunned it takes a second for me to kiss him back.

The hot slide of his mouth against mine is incredible, and I groan against his mouth as he rakes his nails over my back and rubs his hard cock against mine.

He’s so eager, and his kisses are both forceful and needy. He’s the perfect blend of desperate and submissive. I hitch his other leg up so he’s straddling my waist and I’m pinning him against the wall.

He lets out the cutest squeal of surprise and wraps his arms around my neck, his lips never leaving mine.

This isn’t what we do, but it feels completely natural to be making out with my stepbrother. And more than that, it feels right.