“Fuck, you feel better than I imagined. You’re so fucking tight,” he praises as I grip Elias’s shaft firmly. Our gazes lock, my amber eyes meeting his violet-tinted ones, and the world around us stills. This entire moment is surreal, but I know without a shadow of doubt that I forgive Elias. Karsyn. Even Cassian.
The most overwhelming surge of emotion consumes me, stealing my breath as I pull Elias into another heated kiss. I’ve never felt anything like this in my entire existence.
I tangle one of my hands in his gorgeous brown and purple hair, loving the feel of the silky strands beneath my fingers. My other hand continues to jerk him off in tandem to Cassian’s hard and unrelenting thrusts.
“I love you,” Elias whispers.
Before I can formulate a response, Cassian tweaks my nipples and slams his cock so hard into my pussy, I see stars. White spots dance in my vision, pleasure cascading through me. I swear my vagina takes a picture to commemorate this moment.
I begin to stroke Elias faster and faster, feeling myself plunge headfirst—or as the case may be, pussy first—towards that pool of orgasmic bliss, drowning in wave after fucking wave of it. I come with a scream, my walls tightening around Cassian’s cock as his hips stutter. He then begins to pound into me with renewed vigor, placing a hand on my shoulders to push me towards the ground. This new angle allows me to put my lips back around Elias’s dick, which I do, loving the taste of his salty pre-cum. I begin to fondle his balls with both of my hands. The only thing keeping me upright at this moment is Cassian’s grip on my hair.
Cassian comes first, his cock jerking inside of my pussy as he explodes. He screams my name as he continues to rub at my clit, begging me without words to come with him a second time. My walls clamp down as I scream my own release, my thighs shaking with my second mind-numbing orgasm.
Elias follows soon after. He tries to pull away, but I move my hands to his hard ass, holding him in place as I swallow every last drop of his release. I lick the remaining cum off of my lips as he stares at me, eyes wide with lust and wanton need.
“Fucking hell.”
“That’s my perfect girl,” Cassian whispers as he kisses down my naked spine.
Between the two of them, sated and sweaty, I begin to believe that this might actually work. That I can forgive them and we can move on. Together.
Chapter 47
I can’t stop smiling as I walk to my fifth hour. It’s a genuine smile, not one tinged with anger and the desperate desire I have for revenge.
My body feels deliciously sore as I move briskly through the halls towards the gymnasium. I know bruises will dot my thighs from how savagely Cassian gripped and fucked me.
Not that I’m complaining.
I feel more alive than I can ever remember feeling. It’s like a flame has been lit inside of my chest, slowly building into an inferno. The fire licks at my nerve endings in the most addictive way possible. Can someone become addicted to sex?
I can’t imagine feeling this way with anyone other than the Devils, though. Already, my body begs for theirs. Craves theirs. I want to run my fingers over the hard, massive planes of Cassian’s chest. I want to kiss Elias’s plush lips as his cock rams in and out of me. I want Karsyn to brush my hair away from my neck and plant light, teasing kisses across the skin there. I want Lucas—
I shut that thought down as I hurry into the locker room.
It’s empty, as class began almost five minutes earlier, but I don’t intend to actually enter the gymnasium today. Instead, I sit on a bench in front of the lockers and grab my computer from my backpack. I click on a file labeled Karsyn and begin to sort through some of the videos I acquired of him playing football over the years.
I’ve been at work for only a few minutes when Mariabella enters, brows pinched.
“Hey! I was wondering where you were hiding,” she exclaims airily as she steps forward, sweat clinging to her body from the workout. I quickly slam the laptop closed before she can see what I’ve been working on. “Whatcha doing?” She eyes me curiously, but she doesn’t make a move for the laptop, trusting