“You’re gonna pay for that.”
I tuned out their bickering and watched as Zayde came closer, placing the tray on the coffee table.
Well.
I wasn’t expecting that.
NINE
I smirked at Winter’s sharp intake of breath as she stared at the tray, her eyes wide and confused. Zayde had given me a heads-up, so I knew what to expect, but I guess Winter hadn’t seen what was in the bag that Creed had given to him.
Leaning forwards to take a closer look, my thigh brushed against Winter’s again, and she shivered. Fuck, it was driving me crazy being so close to her and not being able to touch her. I wasn’t going to deny myself anymore. Brushing her silky hair away from her face, I lined my lips up with her ear. “You okay there, Snowflake?” I murmured, trailing my hand down through her hair, down her back, and around her waist, pulling her closer to me. She sat statue still the whole time, but her shallow, quickened breathing gave her away.
“Y-yes,” she managed to croak, her tongue darting out to lick her pouty lips. Fuck. I needed those lips wrapped around my cock. In fact, I needed to be buried inside her, fucking her until she was screaming my name. My dick stirred, hardening in my jeans, and I shuffled, trying to get myself under control.
Winter’s head turned and her eyes darted down to my jeans, and she gave a gasp, her eyes widening even further. “Cade…” Her voice was tortured.
“It’s what you do to me.” I pulled her even closer so she was pressed right up against me, and she stared into my eyes. So many different emotions played across her face—I wondered what she was thinking.
She took a deep breath, and I could see the moment she came to a decision because a gleam came into her eyes, a wicked smile curving her lips. Leaning into me, she put her hand on my thigh, so fucking close to my cock that I had to bite back a groan. “You know what you need to do.” Her voice in my ear was a sultry purr, her hand inching further up my thigh. “Let go, and trust me. That’s all I’m asking for.” Her lips brushed against my ear, her words taunting me. “Do you know what you do to me? Do you know how wet I am for you right now?”
Fucking hell.
I whipped my head around so fast that our lips brushed, before she could move. “You little cock tease,” I growled, then before I knew it, my mouth was on hers, and she was kissing me back.
“No!” She pushed me away with an effort, both of us breathing heavily. “That wasn’t fair. You don’t get to kiss me yet.”
I chuckled darkly. “What did you think was going to happen, when you were practically fondling my cock and heavy breathing in my ear?”
She pouted, a frown on her face, but I could see the smile she was trying to hide. Fuck, she was gorgeous. “Well. Just don’t, okay?”
“Keep your hands to yourself, and we won’t have a problem.” I smirked at her as she huffed crossly, shrugging off my arm and slumping back again with her arms folded.
I suddenly became aware of everyone’s eyes on us. I’d forgotten they were there, but they were all staring at us in amused silence.
“You two have issues,” Zayde muttered, shaking his head.
“How the fuck could you get a boner when there’s a severed finger staring at you?” Cassius’ voice was incredulous.
“Fingers can’t stare; they don’t have eyes.”
Cassius turned to my brother. “You know what I meant. Hey, maybe we could give this finger to Petr, to replace his missing one.” He swiped the blood-encrusted severed finger from the tray, brandishing it in the air. “Hey, Littlefin—”
“Put. It. Down. Now.” Zayde’s voice was glacial, and Cassius dropped the finger back on the tray, pulling a face.
“Sorry, mate. Got a bit carried away.”
My brother crossed to the tray and grabbed an antibacterial wipe from the packet there, throwing it to Cassius. “Use that.”
Zayde pulled on a pair of latex gloves, snapping them into place.
“Bloody hell, Zayde in rubber gloves. I’ve seen it all now.” Kinslee buried her face in Weston’s shoulder, her laugh muffled.
Z ignored everyone, fully focused on his task. He gripped the finger and picked up a scalpel, scraping carefully at the decaying flesh around the ring that was still attached. It was so tight that the flesh was bulging either side of the metal band, so the only way to remove it was to cut it off. Me, I would’ve used pliers and pulled the thing off, but I guess Z didn’t want to risk damaging it. Or maybe he just wanted to make the most of the opportunity to cut something. Hard to tell with him.
“That’s fucking gross.” Winter made a fake gagging sound but leaned closer to watch, fascinated. Zayde finished scraping away the flesh and worked the scalpel blade under the band of the ring, finally freeing it, and it fell onto the tray with a clatter.
He wiped the ring over with an antibacterial wipe, then began cleaning it using a cotton bud and jewellery cleaner.