Supernatural Villain (Supernatural Captivity #3) - Avery Song Page 0,83
because all the investigations and news being spread would only aid in us figuring out what next steps to take during this significant time.
"Before we continue," Omarion began and then scowled at the doll in my possession. "Why the fuck is my mate holding that atrocity of a doll?"
"First of all," Dominick began with a smug smile. "It's me in doll form and is the only version in the world created as a prototype for some fae collection that wants to be exclusively launched in the fae realms. Obviously, I don't know where that's going with the current situation and my apparent death, but regardless, I was going to give it to Cassandra for her birthday but decided in a big bed like this, she'd need a cuddle buddy."
"I'll cuddle her, so fuck that shit."
"You can't fuck a doll," Tristian teased with a grin before he grunted as he was pushed right off the bed by Omarion.
"Fuck you."
"And I thought Otis and Adonis were jealous fuckers," Tristian groaned from the floor.
"Who the hell said that?" Otis scoffed while Adonis laughed with pride.
"I'm honored to acknowledge my immense jealousy for anyone who tries to steal my glory when it comes to my abundant love for Cassandra."
"Ya right. You only acknowledge when people interrupt your damn singing," Tristian replied as he got on the bed, only to be tugged right off by an invisible force. "Ugh!"
We all looked back to Adonis, who was happily humming before we looked to Otis, whose frown only deepened from our lingering gazes.
"What the hell are you guys looking at me for?"
"It's your fault your sneaky, seductive twin over there borrows your gifts,” Dominick noted while I bobbed my head. "Which technically makes you the culprit."
"Source of true manipulative torture," Omarion concluded. "Seeing as I want Tristian to suffer, I approve of it."
"As if I need your approval," Otis huffed and looked at the doll in disgust. "I'm destroying that thing when you sleep."
"No," I huffed and hugged it a little tighter. "Destroy it and I'll never suck that dick of yours again."
"And I Oop-" Tristian began as he climbed onto the bed a second time, only to be tossed right off it and across the room. "AH!"
We watched him crash into the door, his body sliding to the floor as he groaned in dismay. "Man down."
Omarion, Dominick, and I all turned to Adonis, who paused in his whistling tangent to look at us. "What?"
"That was totally you," I voiced.
"Why is that, Sweet Queen?" he inquired with amusement in those purple eyes with silver rings. "Otis is the angry one."
"That's true," I acknowledged. "But he can't throw people across the room like that."
"And in this case, he'd admit it just to piss Tristian off," Dominick stated.
"I'm just going to agree cause you give me culprit vibes," Omarion summed up.
"I'm hurt by your accusations," Adonis dramatically stated. "I'm not the imposter!"
"Wasn't that a classic game that went viral before we were born?" I offered, the statement sounding familiar from somewhere.
"Ya. Some game about people being stuck in space and one of them going on a killing spree," Dominick summarized.
"Murder mysteries. Love them," Omarion said with dry sarcasm.
"From the god who investigates shit as a side hustle," Otis huffed.
"Now that you mention it, how the hell did you become well...whatever you are, Omarion?" I questioned.
"How did we get to this point of the conversation?" Omarion whined.
"Whatever it takes to make you guys ignore the fact that Adonis threw Tristian into the door and stole Cassandra's bra again," Otis answered, which caused everyone’s attention to go to my chest as I frowned and moved the doll out of the way, only see that I was clearly missing my bra - again.
The glare I gave the poor incubus had him grinning shyly before he offered my bra like it was a damn sacrifice to the gods. "Don't ban me from getting blowjobs, Sweet Queen. I'll reward you with a threesome with Otis."
"Deal," I answered without a second of hesitation.
"What?!!!" the rest screamed while Adonis chuckled in triumph before he was right behind me and somehow managed to get my girls back in the comfort of the simple black bra I opted into after he deliberately stole my harness one.
"I'll put that on the list of 'shit we need to do after we save the world from Wilfried's clutches'. Don't worry. It won't be as intense," he assured me and added a kiss to my cheek that made me shiver.