Page 54 of Revenge

He let go of me, and Blake stepped forward. “This is wonderful news.” He grabbed me by the arms and kissed me on both cheeks. “Thank you.”

I turned to Edward, making sure to blink a few times and swallow. They needed to think I was holding back intense happiness at this new stage of my life.

He cupped my cheek and pressed a kiss close to my ear. “I had dreamed of this moment but never thought it would happen. Thank you, Emilia.”

“I-I think this is the right decision.”

“It is,” murmured Henry. “You’ll never regret becoming our lover.”

I suppressed a scowl. It wasn’t like I’d expected one of them to fall to their knees and propose in exchange for having discarded a fake fiancé, but being just a lover seemed an uneven exchange. Maybe in their tiny minds, they thought I was making the upgrade. Three dicks in exchange for one. A bargain, if that was all I wanted out of life.

As soon as Edward drew back, Henry threaded his fingers through my hair, cupping the back of my head in his large, warm hands. I met his green eyes and pushed aside my misgivings with a smile. He might be a lying asshole, but he was a great kisser, who never failed to give me thrills of anticipation. His other hand stroked my back, making me arch into his touch.

“Thank you.” He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine, tasting of lemon and mint.

I let my eyes flutter closed and parted my lips. Kissing Henry was so familiar, so safe, so spine-tinglingly sensual. His tongue slid into my mouth, curling around mine in caresses that made my head spin. I wrapped my arms around his muscular back, digging my fingers into his flesh and bringing us so close together, I felt myself melting into his beautiful, hard body.

Henry’s erection pressed into my belly, making a thrill shoot up my spine. I slipped my hand between our bodies and brushed my fingers against his hardness. He groaned and jerked, then Blake spun me around.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” Blake made a playful growl and started off the kiss with gentle pecks, each sparking sensations across my lips that mirrored in pleasant tingles between my legs.

When Blake kissed me like this, it was hard to remember why I’d ignored him so much, especially when his arms wrapped around my waist and shoulder blades in a tight clinch that told me I was his. He deepened the kiss with long, slow caresses of his tongue.

I matched him move for move, eliciting deep, heavy groans from him that made the muscles of my core clench. Blake’s hand slid down to cup my ass, and his fingers skimmed the crack between my cheeks. I broke the kiss to let out a quivering breath. I had never known I could be so sensitive there.

Blake’s kisses moved across my cheek, and he nibbled on my earlobe before kissing a hot trail down my neck. At the same time, Henry stood behind me, his large body providing a wall of comfort at my back. He held my hips in place and rubbed his erection against them.

“My turn to kiss Emilia.” Edward stepped forward. His lips slid against mine with a maddening gentleness compared to Blake’s wet, open-mouthed kisses against my neck, and the grind of Henry’s hardness against my ass.

A whimper reverberated in the back of my throat. Kissing him was like a warm, unhurried caress that said we had plenty of time to get to know each other. I slid my hand around the back of his neck to bring us closer.

“Emilia,” he said between panting breaths. “I’ve wanted you for so long, I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold back.”

“Then don’t,” I murmured, anticipation making my nipples tingle.

His tongue slid between my lips and explored of my mouth, deep and demanding and devouring. Both arms wrapped around my waist and brought our bodies close. At this stage, with Blake and Henry arousing me with their mouths and erections, it was hard to keep track of who was doing what. Heat and wetness gathered between my legs, soaking my panties, and I moaned, needing more.

My insides felt like molten fire. Hands—I don’t know whose—unfastened the buttons of my blazer and slid the garment over my shoulders. Edward continued to kiss me with a hunger that belied his cool exterior. All that politeness and the gentlemanly distance disappeared, replaced with a searing passion that felt beyond physical attraction.

“Thank you,” he said, voice breathy. “For being here when I needed you most.”

Blake pressed his body against my side and continued running sensual kisses along the column of my neck. I moaned into his caresses, never wanting them to stop.

The bell rang, indicating the end of lunch. A tiny voice in the back of my head said it was time to stop, but their touches and kisses had brought me well beyond the point of caring about nefarious plans and escape routes.

It took every ounce of self-control for me to draw back. “W-we have classes.”

“Ignore it.” Edward’s voice held the kind of command I yearned to follow.

“A-alright,” I gasped out.

Someone’s hand slid over my breast, rolling my nipples between his fingers. Another hand slid under my skirt and rubbed the throbbing spot between my legs. Shivers ran down my spine and into my core. It was nice, but I needed more. Groaning, I wriggled against Henry’s erection, urging him to pull it out of his pants.

A strange ringtone filled the air. Edward drew back and cursed. “That’s the headmaster. If he’s contacting me during the day, something disastrous must have happened.”

The words were like a bucket of cold water, and I blinked myself back into awareness. Even Blake and Henry stepped back to gape at their friend. I gulped. “Do you want me to come with you for support?”

Edward gave me a sad, half-smile. “As much as I would appreciate your company, the headmaster would not. He is less likely to speak if you are there.”