Total pages in book: 194
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
“Not Ezekiel!” he yells. “Seth!”
“Fine,” I concede, silently cursing my slip. “Seth.”
“To reject this gift is to defy Death,” he immediately babbles. “The Savior won’t like this. He’ll punish us. He’ll—”
I’ve heard enough. “Keep that murdering nutcase out of your head and take your meds!” I roar.
“This is stupid,” Khalil grumbles. “Why can’t we do both? Use her and then get rid of her. Everyone wins. Well, except her, but who cares?”
I let Seth go to face Khalil.
“That may have worked back in the real world, but out here, women aren’t lining up to fuck Khalil Poverly. There’s only one. So, can you really do it? Can you use her once and then toss her, knowing it will be another nine years—maybe more—before you get another?” I lean in, my voice almost taunting. “If ever?”
Khalil’s brown eyes glow possessively now at the thought of his new toy being taken so soon.
Behind me, Seth’s breathing quickens.
I thought so.
“We both know Zeke can’t handle it out there, and Isaac will never stop looking for him. We’re trapped here,” I remind them both. “It would be so easy to trap her, too. We could tie her down if she fights it and make her ours. We could use her sweet pussy, abuse that ridiculously lush body, and there’s nothing she can do about it. No one to hear her scream. Nowhere she can run.” My voice dips lower. “A few more days and what’s left of that plane will be buried under snow until spring. No one will ever find her. You know they won’t. This is our mountain.” I can feel myself growing harder with every word, but I don’t stop. God, I don’t think I can. “So, can you really do it? Can you give that up? Give her up?”
Khalil drops his head and rubs a callused thumb over his torn-up knuckles. He gives himself away, though, when he steals another peek at our impudent intruder.
Khalil is a certified pussy fiend. A fighter and a lover.
One hit is all it will take to make him an addict.
“That’s what I thought,” I say smugly.
Khalil rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “You made your point, asshole, but tell me this,” he demands before I can give the order to dump her ass off the nearest cliff. “What exactly were you trying to accomplish with that little speech? Who were you trying to convince? Us to let her go? Or you to keep her?” Khalil’s gaze pointedly falls to my crotch and the not-so-subtle hard-on I have for this girl.
“She goes.”
“Sure. But we should probably question her first,” Khalil suggests sarcastically. “See what she knows.”
Questioning her means risking the chance that this spell of hers takes root. On the other hand, my male ego can’t handle the idea of running scared from this slip of a woman.
“Fine. I’ll do it and let you know what I find out. You two can go.” I nod to the door.
Khalil’s glower returns, and Seth begins his agitated pacing. “Why do you get to question her?”
“Because I’m the only one thinking straight.”
“Yeah, Thor. I’m sure she’ll tell you everything she knows with your boner in her face.”
“It’ll go down!”
“When?” he taunts. I want to wipe that smug look away with my fists. “I bet you’re thinking about fucking her right now, aren’t you? You’re bigger and stronger. Sleeping Beauty doesn’t stand a chance of fighting you off. You could wake her up with your cock. She’s pretty fucking out of it. You could be balls deep before she even opens her eyes.”
“The sun is rising,” Seth cuts in, sounding uncharacteristically panicked.
Khalil and I ignore his useless babbling. “It’s not enough that you’re obsessed with your own dick, but you have to be obsessed with mine too?”
“Get the fuck over yourself,” Khalil barks. “It was one handjob, and as I recall, I returned the favor, so you can just—”
The sudden rustling of sheets and movement from the corner of my eye shut us both up. At first, I assume it’s Seth making a play for the girl again while I’m distracted. I’m mid-sigh when I realize he’s frozen where I left him.
Oh, fuck.
I turn toward the bed in time to see the girl sitting up.
Her frostbitten arms are stretched wide above her head as she yawns. Slowly, her eyes open, revealing dark-brown irises. She blinks one, two, three times, and then her gaze widens when she realizes she’s not alone.
If I were capable of finding anything about this funny, I’d laugh at how the three of us are frozen like deer in headlights while this girl, easily half our size, takes her time assessing which one of us she’ll eat first.
“You’re here,” she greets, and if her voice weren’t filled with sleep, there would be no emotion at all. She speaks as if she’s in charge. Fucking laughable. “It’s about time. I’ve been waiting.”