Sitting up, I unfasten his belt and unzip his pants, eager to finally see his dick. I bite my lip to hold back the moan at the sight of him. I run my fingers down his length, just barely able to wrap my hands around him.
Sebastian grips my hair, yanking my face up to look at him, “Put those pretty fucking lips around my cock, Emma.” Then he lowers my head until my mouth is wrapped around his shaft.
“Fuck.”
“Shit.”
“Yes, Angel.”
“I’m so fucking hard right now.”
I hear the guys groan, but I’m too focused on tasting more of Seb. My hands shoot out, landing on his ass and pulling him in. The action has him hitting my throat, and I gag. I can feel the spit trickling out the corners of my mouth, but I don’t stop. Instead, I bring my hand to his shaft, wrapping my fingers around it, working him up and down while my tongue swirls over the tip and my mouth applies pressure to the head.
“Holy- fuck,” Sebastian grunts, pulling my hair until I remove my mouth.
I look up in confusion. “If you didn’t stop, I’d nut in your mouth, and tonight the only place I plan to come is inside you.”
Sebastian pushes me back against the car’s hood as he tears open a condom Rowan hands him. “This isn’t how I wanted our first time to be,” he mutters, rolling the condom on and positioning himself between my legs.
My eyes travel the length of him as he lowers himself on top of me. His hand lifts my right leg over his shoulder before slowly working his shaft in my pussy. “You feel…” He bites his lip as he peers down at me. “Jesus,” he groans once he’s fully seated inside me, his hips rolling steadily.
I cry out when he snaps forward, driving himself even deeper before pulling out and snapping forward again. His pace doesn’t increase, but each thrust of his hips buries him until I feel full. Sebastian rolls his hips, his dick hitting a spot that makes me see stars. I have to dig my nails into his back to prevent blowing his eardrum.
“Don’t hide from me,” he pants, increasing in pace, repeatedly hitting that same spot.
I want to shout, ‘you hide from me,’ but his hand slips between our bodies, finding the spot between my lips and pinching until I look up. “Scream,” he commands. His hips piston, his fingers rub circles around my clit, and I do as I’m told. I cry out so loud Vivian’s choked sobs are a distant memory. I shout so loud my body jerks, and my pussy clamps down, forcing Sebastian still.
“Fucking shit,” he snarls, and I feel him tense. His cerulean irises roll back, leaving only the whites of his eyes visible before warmth coats my insides.
Sebastian rests his forehead on mine, working to catch his breath as his hand trails up and down my arm.
“I’m going to fucking kill you. I will bathe in your family’s blood and make you watch. You stupid fucking cunt.” Vivian’s rants finally permeate the small semblance of our lust cocoon.
I start to pull away, but Sebastian holds me still. “I never said I was through with you.”
My eyebrows nearly hit my hairline when I’m flipped over, and I finally feel how hard Sebastian still is. I see the foil wrapper fall just as his hand cracks against my ass. “You didn’t count. Now you’re back up to two,” he states before grinding into me.
I can’t form words because his hand is pushing my back down until my stomach is pressed on the hood of the car. Then he grabs my thighs in his arms and immediately pounds into my soaking wet pussy. He’s relentless. I have no time to catch my breath as his grip on my legs pulls me into each thrust. The familiar tug in my lower belly builds when I feel another hand between my legs. My eyes snap up to see Rowan’s arm before I feel more hands. Karl and August both play with my nipples. August squeezes while Karl ducks his head to bring my other breast into his mouth. Sparks shoot over every area of my skin as my hair is fisted, the length wrapped around Liam’s hand, and he lowers his mouth to mine. I moan into the taste of him, whimpering when our lips part.
Liam nips my lip. “You’re ours now, Dove.”
His proclamation made clear, Sebastian slams his hips forward, our skin slapping, and I come at the same time I feel him shoot into me again.
“Two,” is all I get out before I feel myself being wrapped into a blanket, and then my eyes close.
LIAM
The sight of Emma on the top of Seb’s car is something I’ll use to jerk off to for the rest of my life. The way her legs were spread so fucking nicely as he pounded into her over Vivian’s anguished screams was breathtaking. My dick is growing hard again just thinking about it.
Karl is the one that gets off to screams, but the combination of Emma’s moans of pleasure mixed in with the broken sobs of the bitch who’s been killing off the Selected girls and helping Elise went straight to my cock.
Once Seb left to take Emma home, where he hopefully pleaded to her for forgiveness, we sliced Vivian’s Achilles tendons and cut her down from the gate. She was a sobbing, delusional mess- even when we tossed her in the pen, she kept mumbling she would fix this and Sebastian would be hers. We stayed until the pigs silenced her screams. Then we all left to handle shit.
Rowan, Karl, and August went to the Tombs- our fathers had a possible lead on Elise, and they needed to follow it up. I came back to my house. I was waiting to see if Colt found anything in the information I sent him.
When I went through Vivian’s phone, I was able to find encrypted text message conversations between her and someone, but their identity is still unknown. So now, Colt and I are running a trace. My gut is telling me it’s Madeline, but I need confirmation. I’d love to get that bitch on my table.
My phone rings, pulling my attention from the computer. Once I see Coop’s name, I answer.
“Hey. I thought Colt was the one handling this?” I state.
“He’s been occupied with a few things,” Cooper replies.
“A few things or one person? Isn’t Eva in town, touring the campus?”
“Fuck off, Liam. Do you want what I have or not,” he snaps. His voice is almost identical to his brother’s. Most people wouldn’t be able to tell them apart, but where Cooper’s tone is curt, Colter’s is beguiling, making for different inflections on certain words.
Huffing a laugh, I reply, “What did Eva do anyway that has you two so out of sorts and investing this much energy into her?”
“
She didn’t- her brother did, and she’s going to pay his penance. Now stop asking fucking questions about shit that doesn’t concern you,” he orders.
I’d argue with him, but I understand what it’s like to want people to stay out of your business.
Clearing my throat, I ask what he’s found, and he sends over a doc that confirms my earlier reaction- Madeline. We’ve found her.
I mumble my thanks, disconnect the call, and text the group chat.
Me: HW’s been found.
We call Madeline the Huntswoman, HW, since she’s like a hunter for the evil queen in
Snow White. It’s a nice play on words in case someone’s dumb enough to try to hack our shit.
It doesn’t take long for the chat to indicate responses are imminent.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.