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Daphne leads Eli toward the dance floor. He looks back over his shoulder at me, and the edge of his mouth wobbles. The Golden God is crumbling, and it’s all my fault.
Noah squeezes my hand. “Come on. We’ll make you forget about him.”
Gabriel and Noah lead me onto the dance floor. We hang out close to the front as the DJ is ushered off so the band can start their set. Gabriel hooked the school up with his friend’s band, Broken Muse. The lights go down, smoke billows across the floor, and three fucking delicious men run on stage. One makes love to a grand piano with bold, sweeping scales. A huge guy bends over a cello, stabbing at the strings with his bow like he’s a warrior on a battlefield, while an Ice King with cheekbones that could cut glass pours out his soul on his violin. A girl with a tumble of dark hair appears behind a mixing board, looping their tracks and adding atmospheric samples. The music is this insane mash-up of classical, heavy metal, and industrial. It’s wild, reaching right into my bones and jangling them about. I wish Gabe was on stage with them until his hand brushes my hip. I don’t want him to ever stop touching me.
“Claudia.” He whispers my name against my skin, letting the punishing beat drown out my secret. His body moves against mine, swaying and dipping in time with the sweeping violin. His hands roam freely over me, lighting trails of fire along my skin, and when I grind my ass back against him, I can feel his cock hard for me.
Not to be outdone, Noah sweeps in, his hands closing over Gabriel’s as his shadowed, inky scent steals the air from my lungs. I place my hands around his neck, pulling him in close. He claims my lips in a sin-laden kiss as Gabriel presses his against my neck. Their hands roam unchecked over my thighs, hitching my skirt up.
Bodies swirl around us, and I fancy I catch cruel whispers in the air. But the music pounds and thrashes in my skull, casting a spell over us that won’t allow anything else inside. Just me and Gabriel and Noah. We’re not dancing so much as fucking with our clothes on. But no teacher dares make us stop.
I’m a passenger in my skin, trapped by the magic they weave with their bodies, their scents. I’ve been on this dance floor for five minutes and I’m wet and panting for them. If one of them rolled my dress up over my hips, bent me over the edge of the stage, and entered me with a swift thrust, I wouldn’t have the power to stop him, even if I wanted to…
And if it was both of them…
I lose the tendril of my evil thought as Gabriel holds my body against his. I tip my neck back, my eyes fluttering open as Noah lays a trail of kisses over my collarbone. In the swirling colors of the room, my eyes catch Eli’s. Daphne rocks against him, but his body is stiff and his eyes lock on mine.
His blue irises cloud with emotion, and at first I think it’s hatred. But as the music crests into a haunting funereal march, I see the pain that lingers beyond, and I know Eli Hart is not capable of hate. He presses his lips together and pulls Daphne closer, but the movement sends a shudder through his body as his eyes rake over me.
I wish…
I wish I could curl a finger in the air and beckon him over. I wish the Golden Boy would fall to his knees at my feet and worship me. I wish for once he’d toss aside that rigid moral code of his and give himself over to his darker desires.
I wish he’d look at me the way he looked at Mackenzie.
It’s too painful to look at him, especially when so much delicious pleasure courses through my body. I draw my gaze back to the stage as the girl steps out from behind the mixing board and picks up a violin. The monster tosses aside his cello and picks up an electric guitar. The raven-haired beauty faces her Ice King as the pianist builds a tense harmony. Their eyes lock, their jaws tense. Their bows hover over the strings. The tension between the two of them is insane.
He strikes a note. She plays the same note back to him with flames in her eyes. He plays a series of scales and she throws them back at him, then pretends to slap him across the face with the neck as she lays down a frantic melody, daring him to keep up.
She’s the queen of the stage and I love it. And from the way all three of those musicians gaze at her, I think they love it, too.
Gabriel’s teeth dig into my neck as he shoves me toward the stage. I can’t tear my eyes from the musicians as he drags Noah and me into the shadows of the wings. The hot-as-sin pianist nods at Gabriel and gives him a thumbs up. I’m too distracted to guess at what Gabe’s up to until he pushes me against a stack of road cases and rolls my dress over my hips. The cool air hits my bare skin. Gabriel cups my ass, moaning in my ear.
“I couldn’t resist that shaggable arse for another moment,” he growls, his voice tight with need.
Noah’s fingers slide down the seam of my thong. The shadows hide us as he pushes the fabric aside. My heart stutters as fresh heat boils my veins. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t—
On stage, piano and guitar thrash out a steady riff that pounds in my chest. The raven-haired beauty undulates her body and throws her head back as the pair of them rip into a violin duel. They whip their heads around each other, their limbs entangled as they play faster and faster and…
…Gabriel’s fingers slide inside me.
I’m soaking wet, and he feels so warm and so right. His thumb brushes my clit, and my nails dig into the metal case. It’s too much… the music and the raw, aching need and the well of emotion swelling in my chest.
“Bite me,” Noah’s lips brush my ear. He cups his hand over my mouth. My teeth sink into his flesh and he grits his teeth, and I know he needs this as much as I do. I want to grab his cock but I’m gone gone gone…
The dance floor comes alive as the students are whipped into a frenzy by the violinists’ lust-soaked dance – a pagan ritual playing out while Gabriel’s fingers play sinful music over my clit.
My eyes sweep the room, and they catch Eli. He’s on the far side of the stage, almost in the wings himself. He’s alone, his hands in his pockets and misery etched into his features. I know he can see me and what Gabe and Noah are doing to me. I want him to see, I want him to see Claudia in all her deviant, rotten-to-the-core glory, instead of a shadow of the girl he used to know.
Eli whips his head away, but not before I see the pain bloom in his eyes. I’m so close to the edge that his pain becomes part of me, and I ride it into the onslaught of my orgasm as the wave of pleasure crests over my body.
I collapse against Gabriel, screaming into Noah’s hand as the music sweeps over me. I collapse forward into Noah’s arms, and as soon as his hands touch my body I know I’m not finished; I’m not nearly done. Tonight I will have my fucked-up teenage dreamland as only I know how.
I smooth down my dress and drag the two of them back into the fray. We dance until my body is once more a Tesla coil of electricity, desperate for release. I’m on the edge of dragging them both behind the grotto and forcing them to do more wicked things to my body when the spell is broken. The band set down their instruments and Ms. Drysdale takes the stage.
“It’s time to announce our homecoming court.” Ms. Drysdale hands the envelope to Cleo – who slits it with her talon-like nails and pulls out the paper. She reads out the prince and princess from the junior class, a couple of pimply fucks I don’t know. Then it’s time for the homecoming king.
“Elias Hart.” Cleo grins like a lioness surveying her next meal as the spotlight swings across the crowd to Eli. The school breaks out into applause. No one claps as loud as me. I know why Eli won – not only is he hot and popular, but he’s nice. He doesn’t care about social status or what a person can do for him – he’s friendly to everyone and he genuinely cares about people. When he talks to you, he pays attention with his whole body, and he remembers everything you say. When he laughs, which is often, he lights up the whole room. He’ll sit with the weird kid during the football game and not give a fuck who’s staring.
