Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,251

her throat as he made her tilt her head back to look up at him. "A harem of monsters to worship you."

"I can think of worse things," she teased and I couldn't help but laugh.

"So you want to be at our mercy?" Kyan added, dipping his voice low as his fingers flexed against her throat and a soft moan escaped her.

"Or maybe," she said slowly, reaching up to tug his hand away before standing in front of us. "I want you all as mine."

She laughed like this was all some joke and turned towards the kitchenette to get herself another drink, swaying her hips as she went.

All three of us watched her with hungry gazes before exchanging a look.

Blake lurched upright but I was just as fast as him and I shoved him back down into Kyan where they instantly started wrestling to be the first to get off the couch. While they had each other occupied, I vaulted the couch and ran for Tatum.

She squealed in alarm as she saw me coming, a hungry smile on my lips as she turned and bolted with a laugh.

But I wasn't letting her get away that easily. With a growl of longing, I darted after her, circling the dining table and almost catching her before she sprang away from me and raced for the stairs that led up to Saint's bedroom. But if she thought I'd be put off by the idea of running into the devil's territory then she was mistaken.

I took the stairs two at a time and tackled her as we reached the top of them, knocking her back onto his bed.

"Shit, Nash, Saint will freak out if we-"

I silenced her with a punishing kiss as I crushed her body beneath mine on the bed, hooking her legs around my waist and grinding my hard cock down against her clit.

She clawed at my shirt, tugging on the back of the material as I devoured her lips and ground our bodies together with a desperate need.

"Fuck, this is like watching a real life porno," Blake commented from somewhere way too close to us. "The naughty school girl getting punished by the coach."

"Shut the fuck up," I snarled as I reared back so that I could push her forest green blazer off and forget the fact that she was my damn student. "You lost so go wait downstairs like a good boy."

"Naw," I don't think that's how this is playing out," Kyan said from my right and the bed bounced beneath us as he moved onto it too.

I glanced at him, already shirtless and moving closer to us so that he could steal my girl's attention from me. He caught her jaw in his hand and the ring he'd tattooed onto his finger in place of a wedding band caught my attention as he kissed her hard and demandingly.

My hesitation gave Blake a chance to move onto the bed on our other side and I raised my eyebrows as he began to unbutton Tatum's shirt for her.

Jealousy rose its ugly head in me as Tatum writhed between the two of them and I was forgotten where I knelt between her tanned thighs. But fuck that. If they wanted to fight a battle for her attention then I'd more than win it from them.

I shifted back as Blake peeled her shirt off, my fingers hooking around the waistband of her plaid green and black skirt as I tugged it down and she lifted her hips to let me do it.

Within moments she was laying before us in nothing but her black underwear and long school socks while Kyan continued to kiss her like he fucking owned her. But he was about to learn a lesson in how to kiss a girl like you owned her. And it had nothing to do with her mouth.

Blake moved his lips to Tatum's breast, tugging it free of her bra as he took her nipple into his mouth and she moaned in encouragement as her hips bucked with need.

I dropped my hand between her thighs, leaning back so that I could watch the way the others were touching her and the way her toned body writhed between them as I gently traced my fingers down the centre of her panties.

She was so wet that she'd soaked them through and I groaned with need as I slid my fingers around the side of them, tugging the material back so that I could push two fingers straight inside