Victory at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys #5) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,156

to Aaron. My legs are spread wide, my cunt highlighted and plumped up by rope while my breasts strain beneath tight loops and knots. My breathing is heavy, my lids drooping, my mouth parted.

“Excellent.” Victor stands over me, looking down at Oscar’s handiwork, his obsidian eyes sparkling as he takes in the sight. “Now, fuck her.”

And so, Oscar does. As he enters me with a deep groan, Victor takes the last bit of rope and, with a surprising level of skill of his own, ties me and Oscar together loosely enough that he can still thrust but that he can’t escape.

Not unless Vic chooses to untie us.

Oscar’s mouth finds first my right breast and then my left, sucking on my nipples and using that bitingly caustic mouth of his to tease and flirt and lick. He bites me, too, leaving marks all over my pale skin and the demon wing tattoos on my chest. His tongue traces the fluted hollow of my collarbone as his body rubs my clit and drives into my cunt all at the same time.

Yet another orgasm hits me, one that’s so powerful and violent that I’m sure I’m going to pass out and wake up to find that this is all a dream. How could it be real, with the old house creaking around us and the flames of the candles sputtering and dancing? How could it be real when Oscar finishes inside of me and then collapses on top of me while the other three boys watch, bound and helpless?

For quite some time, we stay exactly where we are. Even with the ropes on my body and my legs spread wide, muscles quivering at the strain, I actually start to fall into an endorphin-infused sleep, sated and heavy and happy.

I must actually do it, conk out for a minute, because when I blink to, Oscar is being untied and allowed to move aside, and then Victor is mounting me. He plows me into the floor while Oscar takes over the task of teasing and suckling on my swollen nipples, sliding his fingers over my aching clit before dipping one inside of me alongside Vic’s cock, not caring that he’s simultaneously teasing his boss as he pleasures me.

That last orgasm, the one that lines up so perfectly with Vic’s roar of satisfaction as he conquers and destroys all six of us, is mind-numbing. There is no more room for doubt or pain or wonder, I exist only for this moment and no matter what suffering I had to endure to get here, it was worth it.

It was so fucking worth it.

Victor finishes in me with a few, violent thrusts, spilling his hot seed into my womb as Oscar sits up and swipes at his mouth.

And then Vic looks down at me and our gazes clash and the room is drowning with heat and desire and dark magic.

“I love you,” is what he says, and I’m not entirely sure if the words are for me and me alone. Victor slides out of me with a groan and then moves to sit back in our circle of blankets and pillows and takeout. He lifts the lid on the top of the chocolate cake and then stabs a fork directly into the middle of it.

“Jesus,” Hael breathes from behind me as Oscar works quickly to untie us, using that magic of his so that the ropes seem to simply … slough off. With another groan, I crawl forward and slump into the blankets, leaning back on one hand and then letting my head fall back, too.

The other boys join the circle and a few of them take up forks of their own to ravage that goddamn cake. Nobody speaks. Magic is too thick in the air for words. Instead, I drop my chin back down so that I can see everyone, adjusting my sore and sweat-slicked body to be more comfortable.

As I do, my fingers bump against the pocket of Callum’s discarded hoodie and knock against something hard inside. His knife. The thought comes to me before I even reach inside the garment to find out for myself. Removing the blade, I stare at it for a long moment before setting the sheath aside.

“Bernadette?” Victor asks as I crawl over to him. I look up at his assumptive, godlike face before I take his hand and slice a thin, sharp line along the faded white edge of a repeated scar. He makes no sound as I do it,