Page 140 of Victory at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 5)
“Hael.”
This command comes last, and with the slightest breath of apology, like Victor is trying to say something with actions that he struggled to say with words. Join us. I’m sorry that I kicked you out. You belong to me, too. We are more than just friends; we are and always will be family.
Hael mimics Oscar’s pose on my right side, taking my hand and putting it where it needs to go, begging me to squeeze and stroke and pleasure.
Fuck. Me.
For the briefest of moments, we’re just all tangled together and I’m touching and loving and feeling all my boys at once. His task completed, Victor redoubles his efforts, thrusting up and into me, making both me and Aaron cry out as he essentially fucks the both of us with his movements.
My clit swells and aches, and then Hael is reaching out and teasing it for me while I continue to stroke him, making my body shudder and quiver with the desperate need for climax. It happens quickly, and I’m left shaking and boneless, my muscles going taut as violent, savage pleasure tears through me.
The boys don’t let me stop though, using my cunt and my ass, working my mouth, keeping my fingers on their cocks. Callum comes first, fisting my hair in his hand, letting his pretty head fall back, blond hair painted gold by the candlelight. Flicking my eyes up, I can see all his tattoos, all his scars, that freshly healed pink slash on the front of his throat.
He shudders and fills my mouth with his seed before stumbling back a single step and crashing to his knees on the floor. He winces at the pain in his knees, but that doesn’t do a damn thing to take the lustful satisfaction and wonder out of his eyes. He’s too used to pain, too used to being held and coddled and kept by it. It’s just a part of him, a part of all of us, and it has become the ties that bind.
“Shit,” Cal murmurs, his breathing ragged, his blue eyes locked with mine as Aaron powers into me, joining his thrusts with Victor’s. When Aaron finally comes, it’s with a ragged cry and then a sharp bite on the side of my throat that has me buckling and struggling against another climax. I’m not sure how many I can take; my body already feels like it’s falling apart. Yet … I’m still not done.
I finished my list.
I have my boys.
I want more.
Royalty loves to feast, right?
Aaron collapses, lying beside Oscar with his head pillowed on his hands, panting, watching. That’s when Oscar finishes, shuddering and squeezing my fist against his inked length, spilling his cum against my skin in hot, white ropes. As he’s doing that, Hael moves around behind me, and I can tell by the way Victor is looking up and past me that he’s staring at his friend.
Coming full circle from that night when Vic kicked Hael out of the room and off of me, Hael takes his cock and presses it, not against my ass, but against my already stretched pussy.
“I don’t know if I can …” I start, but I don’t use our safe word. I don’t want to. This is what I want.
Hael pushes inside of me, slow and wicked and with purposeful intent, joining Victor’s cock inside my silken pussy. It’s almost too much, almost painful, and for the briefest of moments, I consider actually saying it, calling out mare’s nest and putting a stop to this.
Then Hael begins to move in time with Vic and nothing has ever felt so perfect or so inevitable, and I can’t even remember that there’s supposed to be a place where one of them ends and I begin.
Hael comes first, reaching around me to knead and massage my breasts, teasing the almost painfully hardened peaks of my nipples. He does all of that while he pumps his seed into me, and then he, too, is gone and it’s just me and Victor, surrounded by spent boys and candlelight.
We fuck and fuck and fuck until we’re both soaked in sweat and I’m quite sure that if I spend another goddamn second looking into his ebon eyes, I’m going to die.
Look at me, his domineering gaze commands. Look at me and watch, the smirking shape of his mouth says.
Victor slows the rolling of my hips just before I climax again.
“Oscar, get the ropes,” he commands, and my entire body flushes ice-cold before turning into an ardent, flaming nightmare of need. They brought ropes. They knew. Somehow, they knew what I was going to need tonight.
Nothing in half-measures, right?
Oscar Montauk does as he’s told, collecting the bloodred rope we used on Cal, and then Victor is sitting up and Hael is lifting me off of his boss’ dick.
