“If you’re looking for one of us to suck your dick then try again when I get on the Jack later,” Kyan interrupted.
“Why are you always making jokes about sucking each other off?” I snapped. “If you’re curious then just have at it.”
Kyan laughed darkly and Blake smirked like he didn’t hate the idea, but I knew for a fact that the two of them liked girls too much to really mean it. One girl in particular at the moment, actually.
Our girl.
The last few weeks had been a major adjustment for me, first binding her to us and then bringing Nash into the fold. So much had changed and yet some things, like post practice showers with these two idiots, were still the same as always. And despite my usual dislike for change and disruption to my routine, I had to admit that I rather liked the new additions to my life.
“Hurry up, assholes, we’ve got somewhere to be,” Monroe said as he walked into the room, leaning against the lockers with his arms folded.
“Come and have a shower with us, Coach,” Blake said excitedly. “Then it’ll be all four of us having our bonding moment.”
“I have absolutely no desire to do that,” Monroe deadpanned and I barked a laugh as I moved out of the shower and grabbed a towel. “Tatum’s sent us a group message to meet her on the beach.”
I fell still with the towel limp in my hands. “When?” I growled. Because there was no way. No fucking way that she’d slipped those ropes. Those knots were infallible. There wasn’t a single chance that I hadn’t tied them correctly. I’d checked them twice. Like I did with everything.
“Did she say why?” Kyan asked him as he dried off quickly, cutting me a look that said he had no fucking idea how this had happened either, but he could tell I was freaking out over it. “That girl has never willingly spent time with us before now.”
“She just said she has something special going on,” Monroe replied with a shrug, but I didn’t miss that glimmer in his eyes which he got whenever he was around her.
Tatum Rivers was a special kind of girl, the type to capture the attention of brutal boys and keep it. The type to know exactly the right ways to rile us up too.
I clenched my teeth so suddenly that my teeth snapped together.
Blake swore beneath his breath as he made a beeline for his locker, knowing full well I was likely to storm out of here naked any second to deal with this fucking situation.
“Saint,” he snapped. “Clothes, now. Then let’s go see what she’s up to.”
“Up to?” I asked and the razor sharp claws of chaos dug into my brain as I realised he was fucking right. Of course she was up to something. She’d escaped and then sent us a message to meet her. And that girl’s spirit only ever seemed to strengthen when I tried to force her into submission.
“Problem?” Monroe asked, arching an eyebrow as he pushed off of the lockers.
“There won’t be for long,” I snarled. Because if Tatum Rivers thought I’d punished her harshly before this moment then she had no idea. No. Fucking. Idea.
Defying me like this, refusing to take her punishment like she’d sworn to do when she pledged to be ours cut through all leniency I’d been affording her. It burned through any affection I may have imagined I felt. Because now I was going to have to show her exactly who she was messing with when she fucked with me. And exactly what the consequences were for stepping out of line.
I managed to yank some sweatpants and a pair of sneakers on before I charged for the door.
The other Night Keepers were right on my heels, muttering between themselves about me. About her. About exactly what level of hell I was about to unleash and whether or not they should try and hold me back. But fuck that. I refused to be restrained today.
Tatum Rivers needed to learn.
I threw open the doors and stormed out into the dark with fury blazing through my veins.
I set the fastest pace I could manage without actually running, my teeth grinding to dust in my mouth while I was blinded by rage.
“What are you going to do to her?” Monroe demanded, a protective bite to his tone which wasn’t welcome at all.
“Whatever the fuck I want,” I snarled. “She broke my fucking laptop then she was afforded the luxury of a punishment to absolve her of her crime and yet she broke her word, betrayed her oath, went against everything we’ve agreed on. That she swore on. And for what? What the fuck is she up to?”
“I don’t know. But if you lay a hand on her, I’ll-”
“You’ll what?” I whirled on him, grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him so close that his nose brushed mine and he shoved me off again with enough force that I almost fell.
“Whatever the fuck it takes to protect her from you,” he growled, his muscles bunching with tension as he stared me down.
I barked a merciless laugh at him and whirled away again. I didn’t have time for his fucking puppy dog eyes and theatrics. I had a Night Bound to put back in her fucking box.
It wasn’t hard to figure out exactly where she was on the beach. There was only one bonfire burning after all. And only one figure lit up before it with her long hair billowing in the wind and that white dress whipping around her legs.
She was nothing more than a blacked out silhouette before the flames and yet my whole body ached as I spotted her.
My blood burned with the need to
