ChapterNine
Alex
Lev is the right choice, I assure myself as I approach the long line of blue-gray lockers hosting a small crowd of students. Lev sticks out between the crowd, furrowed brow and concentrated expression drawing me toward him—or is it that my feet simply won’t stop moving? Can’t believe I made this decision based on a fucking French fry.
The metal door to Lev’s locker blocks my view of him when I’m closer, but I don’t need it out of the way to know his expression hasn’t changed. I clear my throat and say, “Hey, Lev.”
Hinges squeak. The locker clangs shut. Lev comes into view, eyes round and observant. “Hi.”
“I was wondering if, uh…” I try not to break eye contact. That means weakness. Even if he’s the lesser evil of the four, he’s still evil and I still need to treat him as such. “Would you take me to the homecoming dance?”
A loud clang behind me makes me jump.
“Homecoming, huh?” Soren’s voice elicits the kind of ire that could spark revenge. “I have thoughts about that.”
“Funny that you have any thoughts at all,” I retort.
He rounds my body, focusing his glacier eyes on my squirming form. “You should submit to a virginity check before going out with any guy.” Blue eyes cut to Lev. “Isn’t that right, buddy?”
Lev hums. Is that in affirmation or opposition? It’s hard to tell. But his eyes tell me he doesn’t like the idea at all.
Is that because he didn’t think of it first?
“You’ve been way too easy with Tomas,” Soren states, his voice dropping an octave as he advances toward me. Cold metal greets my back, the lockers preventing my retreat. “You brought this on yourself.”
“Does Parker know what you’re up to?” I challenge him. “Do you even have permission to do this?”
His charming grin fades into a disappointed frown. “It’s Parker’s wish,” he spits, “that his assets are kept pure.” He takes my chin, the sea of students swarming around, making it feel like we’re being swallowed up by the ocean. “Besides, aren’t we better than Parker and Tomas?”
I struggle to respond, his touch like liquid fire on my skin.
The smirk that crooks his mouth is far from friendly. “See, Lev? She’s a fucking slut. Your father wouldn’t want you to marry a slut.”
“You’re a pig,” I manage to say between gritted teeth. “Let go of me.”
“No,” he says with a bubbly voice that hardly conveys the danger I’m in. “Come on, Lev. You should be the one to check her. You’re taking her out, right? You want to keep that pussy tight.”
My eyes cut to Lev. Interest sparks in his eyes, maybe a hint of desire, or maybe it’s just that he wants to have a claim on me more than the others. It’s hard to tell. But I see it clearly in his gaze, that he wants to do this to me.
Of course, he wants to do it. He doesn’t want to stop me from getting defiled because he wants to participate. How could I have ever thought differently?
“Okay,” I agree, surprising Soren into releasing my chin. “I’ll do it. It’s only fair since I’m going with Lev to the dance.”
Jealousy dances in his eyes, but the grin he wears expresses satisfaction that I’m not fighting them off. He gestures to the dwindling hallway and rests his hand on the small of my back, guiding me as we walk. It might look cute to anyone checking us out, but he’s far from the gentleman he paints himself to be in public. Soon enough, we’re locked away in an abandoned classroom, dim sunlight filtering through closed blinds and casting a gray hue over the piles of tables, chairs, file drawers, and desks.
Soren pushes me deeper into the room. “Let’s go. We don’t have all day.”
Lev pauses for a moment, teetering toward me. He’s reluctant even as his eyes hold mine, even while he floats toward me like a hypnotized moth to a flame. I shakily unbutton and unzip my jeans, sliding the fabric down to expose pink cotton panties. The motion entices his gaze, and his Adam’s apple bobs when I slip my panties from my hips to reveal my pussy.
The scent of black coffee swirls in my nostrils when he closes the space between us. His approach isn’t aggressive like Parker or intimidating like Tomas. It’s not all cocky pride like Soren either. It’s…strangely comforting. He meets my gaze while dragging two fingers down my slit, parting my folds open with a simple movement. The sigh that escapes me is purely accidental—but he doesn’t need to know that.
I’m just trying to make Soren jealous again.
Heavy breath dusts my lips as his pupils dilate. He pierces my entrance, slipping his fingers so slowly into my channel that I stand on the tips of my toes. I cling to his shirt, entranced by his gaze and unable to tear my eyes away. He’s holding me by a thread, and it’s making me shiver violently.
“Alex, you’re…” His eyelids stutter rapidly. “Holy shit, your pussy is twitching.”
A shuddering gasp rolls from my lips, even more uncontrollable than the sigh. My nails dig into the fabric of his T-shirt as I pinch my lips together, totally overwhelmed by our staring match. He buries his fingers up to the knuckle and then pauses for a moment, wiggling them slightly.