Savage Royals (Boys of Oak Park Prep #1) - Callie Rose Page 0,78

to his cave.

But he didn’t fucking own me. And he was the one who’d dared me to kiss all of them.

So he could wait his damn turn.

I climbed off Mason’s lap, feeling slick wetness gathering in my core, and moved toward Elijah next.

He looked almost… concerned as I approached him, like he wasn’t sure this was a good idea at all.

But it was. It really was. I wasn’t sure anyone had ever had a better idea in all their life.

So to reassure him, I pressed little closed-mouth kisses along his shoulders and neck, flicking my tongue out every once in a while to taste his skin.

His breath picked up, and without warning, he grabbed my head, hauling me up to kiss him on the mouth, moving his lips against mine like he wanted to devour me. It was messy and wild, so unlike his usual put together, polished demeanor that it took me by surprise.

But I liked it. I liked seeing him fray at the edges like this, knowing I’d been the one to make him unravel.

I drew away reluctantly, but any unhappiness I had about ending the kiss was eased by the sight of Finn waiting for me on the next sofa cushion. He’d slouched so far back he was almost horizontal, and I had to drape my body over his to reach his lips.

He was… hard.

I could feel his dick through his shorts, pressing into my stomach, and I moved lightly against him as we kissed, testing his reaction. His arm wrapped around me, a steel band around my waist holding me perfectly still, and he tore his mouth away from mine for a second, gasping.

“Fucking Christ.”

Wriggling against his hold, I tried to move again, but he just added his first arm to the second.

“Hold still, Legs, or I’m not gonna make it.”

“Please?” I murmured, not quite sure what I was even asking for, but knowing I wanted that delicious friction back. “Please, I want…”

“Oh, I know.” His hips ground against me as he gave in for a moment, but then he lowered his lips to mine once more, whispering into my mouth. “But not this time.”

Then he kissed me again, and it was like tasting sunshine. Bright and sweet and so overwhelming it almost burned me.

I heard another sound from Cole, deeper and more threatening, and Finn laughed against my lips. He finally helped me sit up, and I was barely upright again before new hands were on me. Cole stood over us, and he hefted me into his arms like I weighed nothing, palming my ass as I instinctively wrapped my legs around him. I thought he might sit down again, but he seemed perfectly happy where we were.

His tongue swept across the seam of my mouth, demanding entry, and I opened for him, allowing him to taste the tequila—and the three other Princes—on my lips. Low, hungry noises emanated from his throat, and my clit throbbed in time with my hammering heart as I pressed myself flush against him. My fingernails traced the back of his neck, running through his hair, and he made a sound halfway between a purr and a growl.

I didn’t want to stop—wasn’t even sure I could—but after a few minutes, he tipped his head back, stealing his lips from me.

We were both breathing hard, and I could hear the sound of the others breathing too. The air in the room had taken on a heavy quality, thick with unspoken tension.

Slowly, I unwrapped my legs from around Cole’s waist, and he set me on my feet. The crotch of my panties was soaked, and I had a sudden moment of panic that I might’ve left a wet spot on his bare stomach. I moved to reach for him, then stopped, suddenly unsure.

The dare was over. I’d kissed all four of them.

So was I still allowed to touch them?

What had this meant?

Anything?

Nothing?

“Well…” Finn’s voice still sounded ragged as he stood up, adjusting himself a little. “I don’t think anybody’s gonna top that dare. So… more drinks?”

“Fuck yes.” Mason stood too.

The mood in the room broke, and the guys started joking and teasing each other again as we gathered our shit to head upstairs.

Relief mingled with disappointment as I followed Elijah and Finn up the steps, still breathing raggedly and trying not to stare at their asses while they climbed. It was a lot harder to do now that I’d actually touched them.

Mason and Cole followed behind us, talking in low voices as