Victory at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys #5) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,155

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.

Hael holds me against him, my back to his front, while Oscar pushes his fogged and smudged glasses up his nose with an inked finger and then proceeds to sweep that silky rope around me. He ties my right wrist to Callum’s wrists, binding them together with careful knots. On the other side, he does the same with Aaron, connecting my left wrist to my former ex’s. With my ankles, he does the same. My right ankle is bound to Callum’s while my left is bound to Aaron’s.

And then, Oscar truly shows us all what he can do with his art, wrapping my body up in a firm but gentle caress of ties and knots, highlighting my breasts by braiding around them and making them swell and ache. He does the same with the plump pinkness of my cunt, creating a V-shape around it with a large knot that teases my clit, and two trailing pieces of rope that frame either side of my opening. They come together over the sweet soreness of my ass, rubbing me in just the right way when I wiggle in Hael’s arms.

Oscar even ties me and Hael together, binding my torso to his. I can see now why the phrase the devil finds work for idle hands exists. The devil has found his work here, in Oscar’s beautiful rope.

“Hell is empty, and all the devils are here,” he murmurs, as if he can read my mind.

Once he’s finished, I’m bound and immobile, tied to Hael, to Callum,