Victory at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys #5) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,154

going to belong to us.

And not just me and Vic: all of us.

“No,” Aaron breathes, and then he’s pulling his fingers out of me and pressing his still-slick shaft against my opening. He places his hand’s over Victor’s, tangling their fingers together, holding me captive.

The first push of Aaron’s cock against that tight, little opening is almost too much. My nails dig even harder into Vic’s chest, drawing blood, marking him. Because he is king, but I am queen. There is only one person in the universe that this alpha male will consent to belonging to and that person is me.

Aaron pushes a little harder, a little deeper, and this time, it’s Vic who lets out a ragged sounding groan.

“Fuck,” he chokes out, reminding me of our threesome in the master bedroom. It feels like when I’ve got Vic and Aaron at the same time, like they’re two halves of the same whole and they can only exist in relation to one another. Even as much as they despise each other sometimes, they love each other in greater measures. Always. “Fuck, that’s good.”

With another slow, savage movement of his hips, Aaron slides the rest of the way into me. If I thought I couldn’t breathe before, with Callum inside of me, then I really can’t breathe now. I’m stretched to the maximum, completely full of Havoc and yet, somehow, desperate for more.

“Callum,” Victor commands, and he doesn’t have to say anything more than that. Somehow, Cal knows exactly what his boss wants. He ends up in front of me, his feet on either side of Vic’s head. My eyes lift up to find Cal’s sapphire ones staring down at me. His prince-turned-villain mouth tilts up at the edges as he reaches out for my hand, and I give it to him, letting him curl my fingers around the base of his cock.

He doesn’t stop there, taking a gentle handful of my hair and pulling me forward so that my mouth engulfs his tip. With a sigh of agonized relief, Cal pumps his hips, filling my mouth and sliding his velvety length against my tongue.

“Oscar.”

That next command from Vic’s menace of a mouth is no less potent for being underneath Cal’s naked body or pressed right up against Aaron’s inside of me. He doesn’t care. He isn’t ashamed.

Our resident thespian kneels on my left side, his inked body nude, his cock thick and ready again despite having come so recently. They’re insatiable, my monsters. Oscar puts my hand on his cock and encourages me to pump him by tangling his fingers with my own. He controls the pace and the speed and the firmness of my grip.

“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,