Semua Bab Fated to the Three Rogue Alpha Brothers: Bab 71 - Bab 80

CONNOR KINCAIDThis day wasn’t going to end like this.This isn’t quite how Killian and I wanted this to go.Viola isn’t supposed to be breathing, the elders aren’t supposed to be waiting for us by the altars with bowls of wet ash on their hands.Kane isn’t supposed to be in the crowd looking at me with that smug face that tells me I look like a desperate puppy waiting for a morsel of food.Good thing is River Brown isn’t a morsel, bad thing is she’s the whole damn buffet that has me by my neck tonight and if she told me she wanted a plane, a house, my heart, I’d do that to make that possible.Anything for my princess.The suit hugging my body tightens all around my space. Doesn’t help that I put on a tie to dress for the occasion.Shane looks comfortable in his suit but his eyes are raging fire.Neo is calm and collected next to me but his eyes are on the entrance that’s supposed to spit out our mate.She’s late.She’s scared.We made the decision for her but she didn’t say no.Our m

RIVER BROWNRiver Kincaid that’s what he calls me.That’s what runs in my brain as he pushes my panties aside, his fingers pushing in and out of me.That’s what has me hot and bothered as our heads collide and our eyes look at where we are joined.Where he is pushing in and out of me and where my clit is gleaning with juices, throbbing against my panties.The panties press between my folds, they limit him going deeper and he knows it and he tortures me with it.I push forward wanting more.“So impatient when you have me all to yourself”, he accuses with light humor.I’m frustrated as my toes curl for the umpteenth time from the pleasure.More Neo.I want more of you.More of those morbidly good kisses.More of those fingers playing with my boobs, my skin, my everything.I’m riding on another orgasm when the sound of my panties getting torn splits the air.The material falls off my legs and I grin.Time for more.Time to feel him.I can’t wait to feel him.Unfortunately, I’m too engros

SHANE KINCAIDEach one of us circling her, biting her, getting her taste in our system, trying to pull out and failing at it.Connor grunts.Neo’s hand lands on my back trying to pull me away.Trying to get me from her skin, trying to get my teeth off of her.I see the red marks, I see my brother’s bites, I see her blood trickle against her creamy neck and the only thing roaring inside my head is to take her.Bite deep.Etch myself into her flesh.Take her to that bed and mesh our bodies into one again.I only respond to Neo when River loses consciousness and her body falls in limp in my arm.“Shit”, Connor hollers.He picks her body from me placing her on the bed, covering her with every inch of the tussled covers thrown on the floor around her naked body.“Can’t feel her pulse.”“She can take it”, Neo adds but his voice is nothing more than a feeble whisper.I took it too far, I can see it in Connor’s eyes, can see it as Neo’s fingers trace our marks.The marks that are red and glea

RIVER BROWNVictory.Power was supposed to make you stronger, to make you feel like you could conquer the world but victory was a lot more than power.Victory was knowing you rose above the ranks, see you could feel power in your head like pride rushing in through your thoughts, deluding you into thinking the world needed you and not the other way around but victory?It wasn’t pride. It wasn’t the greed for having more.It was the rush that surged through your body when you won against the universe that was always against you.It was the feeling of winning when all you had done in life was cry, hate yourself and ask whether the Goddess noticed someone like you or whether you were supposed to exist.I hold in my bated breath.I’m not even sure I’m breathing right.I’m not even sure this is me but what’s better is the fact that I know this isn’t a dream.A dream wouldn’t involve me or in this case Gypsy leaping from the floor and hitting her head on the rumbling ceiling.A dream wouldn’

RIVER BROWN“Stay behind me, in case they cause trouble”, Brit’s claws are out as she puts an arm out, an indication of telling me to stay back because things are about to get ugly.Oh, they look like trouble but I’m not going to tell Brit that as the entire village and I gaze past the horizon, past to those cars that come speeding in front of us.The warmth of the morning sun feels cold against my skin, I slept in a good bed but that doesn’t mean I enjoyed it.I don’t think I’ll ever enjoy a bed without my mates again.The villagers behind Brit and I shudder, their fear as tangible as the dew on the grass and the sound of the men getting out of their fancy big cars.They rush out in suits but their leader?The one with a strand of grass or is it toothpick in his mouth looks about as unhinged as Darren from Los Angelo.He sees me, he eyes Brit down then he looks at the villagers, eyes landing on the chief.“The wine, old man”He says, straightening his cuff links, his hair the one tha