“No,” he whispers, managing to get my jeans open and down over my hips. “I’ve waited too long to fuck you, Athena. I want your pussy wrapped around my cock, and I want it now.”
Oh god.The words send a thrill of lust through me, and when he presses his hand between my legs, cupping me in his hand as his middle finger pushes through my folds and taps against my entrance, he groans.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” Jaxon murmurs. “Fucking drenched. You want my cock, baby? You want me to fuck you right here? Right up against this door, where anyone walking by can hear?”
“Yes. Oh god, yes.” There’s nothing else I can say. There’s no way in hell I can leave this room without him fucking me. I want it too much, and so does he. All of the tension between us up to this point is boiling over, the heat building as he grabs my hips, lifting me up without bothering to take off any more of my clothes. My jeans are hanging off of one ankle as I wrap my legs around his waist, but neither of us cares. All I want right now is him inside of me, and I know he feels the same way.
He reaches down, guiding himself into me. I cry out as I feel the metal of his piercing rub over my clit as he angles himself down, sending a burst of pleasure through me that makes me clench down on the head of his cock the moment it slips inside.
“ChristAthena,” Jaxon groans, stiffening as his hips jerk. “You’re so fucking tight, so hot, goddamn it, you feel so fucking good—”
I feel him shudder, and then he pushes me back against the door, his body surging against mine as he slides all of himself into me in one long, hard thrust that leaves him balls deep inside of me and me clinging to him, shaking with the wave of pleasure that crashes over me. He kisses me hard, his tongue plunging into my mouth as his cock plunges into my body, and then he’s fucking me, hard and fast, all of his careful self-control gone.
And he feels so fucking good. He’s long like Dean and thick like Cayde, and I can feel his piercing scraping over my G-spot with every thrust, his cock filling me to my limit, and I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want him toeverstop.
He rocks against me, his hands on my face, thumbs pressing against my cheekbones as he holds my face up for him to kiss me, hard and rough. The kiss is what tips me over the edge, the heat of Jaxon’s mouth on mine combining with the surge of his cock inside of me, rubbing every spot I never knew I had. I scream against his mouth as the orgasm crashes over me.
I can feel myself clenching around him, squeezing him so hard that he has a difficult time pulling back. So his hips just grind against me, rocking so that his cock sinks even deeper inside of me, piercing me to my core. The orgasm feels like it never ends, my body shuddering so hard with wave after wave of pleasure that I cling to Jaxon, and I hear him groan as my pussy spasms hard around his cock again and again. I want him to keep doing this forever, keep making me come, fucking me hard and fast until I forget everything else except how good his body feels filling mine.
“Fuck, Athena, I’m not going to last much longer,” he murmurs, still grinding against me. “I’m going to fuck you so many more times tonight. You’re going to be so full of my fucking cum. When I’m done, you can suck me until I get hard again, and then I’m going to bend you over the fucking bed, take your pussy and your ass. I’m going to fuck you in every hole tonight until I’ve had everything they’ve had, everything I could have fucking had all this time—ohfuck, Athena!”
He cries out, shuddering as his cock hardens even more inside of me, rigid and throbbing, and I know he’s about to come. He forces his hand between our bodies, his thumb pressing against my clit as his cock starts to pulse. With the first hot rush of his cum inside of me, I feel myself start to come again, so hard that I press my mouth against his shoulder, biting down as he thrusts hard, slamming me into the door as he growls my name.
Nothing has ever felt as good, I think, as Jaxon inside of me, coming hard with my name on his lips. I already want more, want him to keep going, to keep fucking me, to keep going at it all night just the way he promised. I feel like I’ve been waiting almost as long as he has for this, maybe not since the very first day, but since that night on the cliffside at least, the night he took me to the diner, the night I knew he was more than just the merciless boy he was made out to be.
But then again, none of these boys are what I was led to believe. These boys weren’t born cruel, savage, and merciless. Someone made them that way. Each and every one of them.
And right now, wrapped around Jaxon with his cock buried inside of me, I want to change that. I want to make them all mine, instead. My lords. My savage boys.
I shouldn’t want it. I’m supposed to be leaving this place. But right now, I can’t think of anywhere else I want to be.
Jaxon slumps against me, holding me against the door, his cock still pulsing, still spurting cum into me as he presses his mouth against my neck, moaning with pleasure. He lifts his head, moving to kiss me again—and then I’m suddenly jolted forward by a hard, insistent banging on the door.
“What the fuck?” Jaxon snarls, stepping back. I slide out of his arms, nearly collapsing with how weak my knees are, still trembling from how hard he fucked me. The banging comes again, more insistent this time, but before Jaxon can ask who it is, the door suddenly slams open.
Cayde and Dean are standing in the doorway. Both of them stare at us in shock for a moment. I realize what a sight we probably are—Jaxon shirtless, with his half-hard cock still hanging out of his jeans and sticky with cum, me with my jeans tangled around one ankle, my panties off and t-shirt still on, my hair a wild mess.
And then I realize they’re both pale as ghosts. I’ve never seen either of them look like this. I’ve never seen either one of themfrightened.I have a vague memory of something like it when they brought me back to the house after finding me in the ditch. Dean’s expression after I’d fought Pixie on campus comes close.
But I know, just looking at their faces, that something awful has happened. My thoughts feel muddy, dazed from the sex and the interruption, and I can’t fathom what it could be.
“What the fuck?” Jaxon yells, louder this time. “Look, bro, if you’re going to come in here and get pissed about Athena and me, after all this fucking time, let’s take it outside. I’ve waited long enough for my piece. You’re both sharing her now, I’ve got as much a right as either of you to fuck her—”
“It’s not about that.” Dean’s voice is deadly quiet, and when his gaze flicks to me, I see something in his pale blue gaze that shakes me, right down to my core.
“Then what is it fucking about?” Jaxon demands, but Dean is still looking at me.
“Athena, get dressed.” His voice is commanding, but it’s nothing like it has been in the past. This isn’t the arrogant lord. There’s real concern behind it, too, even fear. “Athena!”
I look at him, feeling unsteady. “Did something happen?”
He nods, swallowing hard. Beside him, Cayde is perfectly still, his face white as bone, silent as the grave. A shiver washes over me at the thought, chilling me down to my core. There have been far too many people in Blackmoor over the years who have become exactly that.
“Dean.” My voice sounds hollow, frightened, and I feel Jaxon’s eyes on me, suddenly concerned instead of angry. But I can’t look at him. I can’t look anywhere but at Dean’s face, pale and full of something I know I don’t want to hear. “Just tell me. What’s going on?”
“Athena,” he says slowly. “It’s your mother. We have to go. Now.”