Page 206 of Knox Academy Omnibus
“No.”
“I think you do.”
“I don’t.”
“You like me, you called me On.”
“So? Everyone does.”
“Nu-uh. They call me O. And that’s only because one summer Kalen tried to call us all by our initials. He thought we could spell out a kick-ass word with them, but the best he could manage was KSOS. Lame.” Onyx snorts and when Amelie laughs along with him I give her an indignant ‘hey!’
Thankfully, before they can resume bickering, our attention is drawn to the board members climbing up on stage and calling for everyone to take their seats. Tonight is much more informal, with no set seating plan, and so we all slip into seats at the nearest empty table. Sawyer is nowhere to be seen, and as I look around the room, I realise Baxter and our father aren’t either. Odd.
“Gentlemen…” my grandfather calls into the mic, and immediately silence falls upon the room. I glance at Amelie, sitting next to me, still holding my hand. Her teeth are clenched, her shoulders set and rigid. I had hoped she would relax a little and enjoy tonight without Laura – in fact all of the wives – not being allowed to attend. I feel like an idiot for forgetting about Grandfather. She shouldn’t have to face him. I wish he wasn’t here. And from the sly little smirk he just threw our way, I’d bet money on it that he just left Amelie out on purpose.
Fuck this. I’m going to put a smile on our girl’s face if it kills me.
Gently, I withdraw my hand from hers and smile when she gives a small whimper of protest. She quiets though when I replace my hand on her bare thigh. Shooting me a puzzled look, she tenses under my touch, but when I return my attention to the front of the room, she soon relaxes a little.
I inch my hand a little higher and she tenses again. When I remain still, she relaxes. Repeating the action, my hand slips under the skirt of her dress and she mutters a warning at me out of the corner of her mouth. Which I ignore.
Grandfather is droning on and on about some crap or other, praising the initiates that passed their tests and preparing to welcome them into The Order, when my fingers sweep over the thin – damp – silk of Amelie’s panties. She lets out a small yelp and all eyes in the room turn to us. She turns scarlet, sinking down in her chair to try and hide, but that just pushes her delicious pussy further into my hand. Which I naturally take advantage of by slipping my fingers under the fabric.
Holy fuck is she wet!
Grandfather is glowering at us and I give him my best ‘fuck you’ smile. I want him to know what I’m doing. He’ll see it as the ultimate disrespect. An intolerable insult. Good. I may not be allowed to kill him, yet, but no one said anything about defiance.
“Kalen, stop,” Amelie groans, her eyes closing in bliss.
“You don’t mean that, sis,” I whisper back. She’s rocking against my hand now, spreading her thighs further apart in invitation.
“Will you behave?” Onyx snaps at me.
“Sorry, O. Can’t. She’s too damn delicious.” I wink at him before turning to Slate, sitting on Amelie’s right. “You should have a feel too.”
I’m winding him up. I don’t expect goody two shoes Slate to do anything like this in public, which is why I almost fall off my chair when his hand also slips under Amelie’s dress.
When his fingers brush against mine, batting me out of the way, she gives a yip of surprise which turns into a breathy groan. Watching Onyx’s jaw tighten, I smirk as I carefully slide a single digit into Amelie’s tight opening. Nodding at Slate, he does the same.
“Fuck,” she hisses.
Now that’s what I call goddamn sharing.
I flick a triumphant grin O’s way and he causes a commotion as he stands, his chair scraping noisily across the parquet dance floor.
“Excuse me,” he grinds out before fleeing from the room.
All eyes are on Grandfather. No one would dare disrespect him by looking away again, no matter what’s going on at the back of the room. Hell, I’m pretty sure we could clear the table and start an orgy on it and the only person who would see would be grandfather up on his pompous podium.
I turn my body towards Amelie, my free hand slipping into the top of her corset dress to cup her breasts. I love corsets. No bra. Fucking heaven. Her nipples are as hard as diamonds and I don’t know if it’s from what Slate and I are doing to her, or the rub of the corset boning against her tender skin. Either way, I don’t give a fuck. It’s fucking awesome.
Leaning in, I kiss and suck at her neck. Marking her as mine. Though as Slate copies me, we mark her as ours. Her head is dropped back, her eyes closed, her mouth slack in a silent moan. She’s so goddamn perfect. But I need to make her scream.
“Come quietly for me, sis, and I’ll make you scream the goddamn place down later.”
She shocks the ever living shit out of me when she does as she’s told for once. Clamping down hard around our fingers, she trembles and gasps her release, before burying her head into my shoulder.
“Good girl,” I whisper.
