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I become aware of the sound of the bottle spinning over the cobbles.
“Oh, look, I got Claudia again.” Eli’s breath rushes against my ear. He bends his body over me, notching his chest against my back like we’re made for each other. His stiff cock rubs between my exposed ass cheeks.
“It’s not your turn,” Noah snaps, but he’s not angry. He’s amused. The two of them have been friends for so long, I think they quite like seeing each other like this – stripped away of their bullshit. Noah pokes his tongue out at Eli and shifts my hips forward, plunging his cock inside me. “I’ve got her now. What are you going to do about it, Hart?”
I want to laugh, but Noah starts moving his hips, and it’s so fucking good I can’t do anything except moan. My whole body is alive, and it wants to ride Noah’s huge cock all night long.
I spy Gabriel over Noah’s shoulder, fiddling in the bag. “Think fast, Captain America.” Gabe tosses something through the air. Eli catches it and brings it in front of my face so I can see.
It’s lube.
This game just leveled up.
But I’m not going to protest. I’m not going to do a thing except keep grinding down on Noah’s cock, feeling his length touch deep inside me. Noah bites my lip again as he grabs my hips, forcing me to remain still. “She’s all yours, friend.”
Eli pushes a lubed finger inside me. He’s not forceful like Noah. He takes things slow, moving his finger around my rim, letting me feel every delicious sensation as he rubs up against those nerve endings. My mouth hangs open. Gabe leans over Noah’s shoulder and claims it, his tongue probing deep inside me, sucking out my soul through my lips.
I have so much of them inside me right now. Noah’s cock, Eli’s finger, Gabriel’s tongue. It’s like I’m made for them, and they are for me. Noah draws back and pushes deep, his cock pushing against Eli’s finger, letting me get used to both of them moving inside me.
It’s too much. I grind my hips against Noah, rubbing my clit on him. None of them move – they stay still, their eyes locked on me as I gasp and grind and take my pleasure. They don’t say a word, don’t move a muscle. As if the moment is too precious, too fragile to risk breaking.
They hold me as the orgasm claims me. It starts in my toes – a dark, hot ache that curls through my body. It pools in my stomach and reaches through my limbs before swirling through my skull. Every worry, every fear fades into nothing as pleasure pulses through me.
Eli’s the first to move again. He removes his finger, and I hear the tear of a condom wrapper. Safe sex, always, with Eli. He kisses my neck as he braces himself against the chair with one hand, holding my hip with the other. He sighs as he pushes himself in – only an inch, a hot, stretched, glorious inch. He stops and waits, trailing kisses along my neck while I get used to him, until I’m squirming and murmuring for him to keep going.
Another inch.
Another inch. Noah’s cock twitches inside me as Eli pushes against him through the thin wall. “This is so much more fun than spin-the-bottle,” Eli whispers, his voice catching.
He pushes and kisses and digs his nails into me, and then suddenly he’s all the way in. God, it’s so… fuck, I can’t describe it. You just have to experience it for yourself. It’s like the tightest, warmest hug you’ve ever had, but from the inside out.
They start to move. Slowly, taking their rhythm from each other. The other times they’ve done this, the pair of them alternate strokes – one drives deep while the other pulls back. But this time, they thrust in unison, pulling out to give me this horrendous feeling of emptiness before slamming into me, filling me completely. Each time they do it it’s like a mini-orgasm tearing through my body.
My feet slide out from beneath me. Eli braces me while Noah’s huge hands hold me in exactly the right position. I can’t do anything except enjoy the ride and feel every stroke of them inside me.
Gabriel watches, his hand fisting himself. His eyes don’t leave mine and his lyrics burn into my brain, all those words that have kept me company in my loneliest hours. I don’t need them anymore because I have him with me, and he is his music made flesh. He is the stars and the blood and the rain.
Looking at him like this – dark, pagan eyes hooded with need – sends me over the edge again. I fall into an orgasm that tears from inside me like a Xenomorph. My screams carry over the whole neighborhood. Sensing a kindred spirit, the lion roars his approval.
We’ll get noise complaints before tonight is through, and it will be so, so worth it.
Claudia
I don’t want to go to the fucking Stonehurst Prep Valentine’s Day dance. I’m a ball of fucking nerves about everything, and I’m worried Mackenzie Malloy will show up. She has a ticket. But I promised Gabriel I’d be there for his surprise, and I won’t go back on that promise. Not when I’ve already taken so much from him.
So the night before Lupercalia I drag George and Yara up to my room so the three of us can get glammed up. Yara isn’t at our school, of course, but the dance is actually a combined event for several of the swanky private schools in Emerald Beach. The organizers rented out one of Nero’s downtown clubs. Some pretty big bands are playing, including Gabriel’s friend’s band, Broken Muse. We got Yara in as Eli’s date from another school.
“You should have asked Isaac to come to the dance,” I say to George as Yara rubs product in her hair. She teases George’s short, feathery style until it perfectly frames her face. Is there anything Yara can’t do?
“He’s going with Malinda Hamilton,” George says, her eyes not meeting mine.
Isaac was the sweetest stoner dude – he and George would have made the cutest babies. But George threw in her lot with me, and she thinks being my friend puts those around her in danger. I’ll admit that killing that guy in her kitchen did not help assuage her fears. She doesn’t see that I can protect Isaac. If he’s part of our circle, he’ll have the power of my empire behind him, which is more than most people can say.
I haven’t done the stats on this, but I bet Isaac is more likely to die in a car crash than he is to get shot in the crossfire of my silent war with Nero. But I can’t explain that to my brainiac best friend.
We drive to the club. Gabriel rented a stretch Hummer for the occasion, and there’s plenty of room and a fully stocked bar in the back. I stare at my reflection in the window, wondering if Mackenzie is lying in wait for me. Tiberius and Antony are already at the dance, acting as chaperones and briefing the ‘security’ team of August soldiers about the potential of a threat. I don’t know how Antony intends to get around the fact that threat could look like their Imperator, but I had to leave that in his hands.
I have to focus on pretending to have a good time tonight, while I wait for the knife in my back.
