the way all three of those musicians gaze at her, I think they love it, too.
Gabriel’s teeth dig into my neck as he shoves me toward the stage. I can’t tear my eyes from the musicians as he drags Noah and me into the shadows of the wings. The hot-as-sin pianist nods at Gabriel and gives him a thumbs up. I’m too distracted to guess at what Gabe’s up to until he pushes me against a stack of road cases and rolls my dress over my hips. The cool air hits my bare skin. Gabriel cups my ass, moaning in my ear.
“I couldn’t resist that shaggable arse for another moment,” he growls, his voice tight with need.
Noah’s fingers slide down the seam of my thong. The shadows hide us as he pushes the fabric aside. My heart stutters as fresh heat boils my veins. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t—
On stage, piano and guitar thrash out a steady riff that pounds in my chest. The raven-haired beauty undulates her body and throws her head back as the pair of them rip into a violin duel. They whip their heads around each other, their limbs entangled as they play faster and faster and…
…Gabriel’s fingers slide inside me.
I’m soaking wet, and he feels so warm and so right. His thumb brushes my clit, and my nails dig into the metal case. It’s too much… the music and the raw, aching need and the well of emotion swelling in my chest.
Bite me,” Noah’s lips brush my ear. He cups his hand over my mouth. My teeth sink into his flesh and he grits his teeth, and I know he needs this as much as I do. I want to grab his cock but I’m gone gone gone…
The dance floor comes alive as the students are whipped into a frenzy by the violinists’ lust-soaked dance – a pagan ritual playing out while Gabriel’s fingers play sinful music over my clit.
My eyes sweep the room, and they catch Eli. He’s on the far side of the stage, almost in the wings himself. He’s alone, his hands in his pockets and misery etched into his features. I know he can see me and what Gabe and Noah are doing to me. I want him to see, I want him to see Claudia in all her deviant, rotten-to-the-core glory, instead of a shadow of the girl he used to know.
Eli whips his head away, but not before I see the pain bloom in his eyes. I’m so close to the edge that his pain becomes part of me, and I ride it into the onslaught of my orgasm as the wave of pleasure crests over my body.
I collapse against Gabriel, screaming into Noah’s hand as the music sweeps over me. I collapse forward into Noah’s arms, and as soon as his hands touch my body I know I’m not finished; I’m not nearly done. Tonight I will have my fucked-up teenage dreamland as only I know how.
I smooth down my dress and drag the two of them back into the fray. We dance until my body is once more a Tesla coil of electricity, desperate for release. I’m on the edge of dragging them both behind the grotto and forcing them to do more wicked things to my body when the spell is broken. The band set down their instruments and Ms. Drysdale takes the stage.
“It’s time to announce our homecoming court.” Ms. Drysdale hands the envelope to Cleo – who slits it with her talon-like nails and pulls out the paper. She reads out the prince and princess from the junior class, a couple of pimply fucks I don’t know. Then it’s time for the homecoming king.
“Elias Hart.” Cleo grins like a lioness surveying her next meal as the spotlight swings across the crowd to Eli. The school breaks out into applause. No one claps as loud as me. I know why Eli won – not only is he hot and popular, but he’s nice. He doesn’t care about social status or what a person can do for him – he’s friendly to everyone and he genuinely cares about people. When he talks to you, he pays attention with his whole body, and he remembers everything you say. When he laughs, which is often, he lights up the whole room. He’ll sit with the weird kid during the football game and not give a fuck who’s staring.