My eyes scan the crowd for the little blonde that had been tempting me all year. I’d had fun getting close with her since she’d moved in, but I never missed the looks Lukas threw at me whenever I got too close. Especially the times I’d wrapped myself around her body showing her around my kitchen while her bright blue eyes lit up at me, looking at me like I’d given her the most precious gift. I felt Lukas’s eyes on me, ready to rip me to pieces, and not in a fun way.
That, in and of itself, felt like a knife to my chest. When we first were initiated, I thought Lukas and I had something together. Little did I know he was just in the throes of his Lust, while I was falling hard and fast for the tattooed bad boy of my dreams.
I shove my wandering thoughts away, determined to forget about my twisted feelings, even though I tend to be a glutton for punishment.
I want a break from it all.
I grab the itchy wig from my head, that I’m not even sure how I ended up with and toss the tangled blonde mess at a passing Freshman.
“Aye, stay out of my refrigerator!” I scold the same Freshman, who startles backwards knocking into the counter dropping the sad abused wig, which he promptly slips on like it's a banana peel. His arms windmill to stop him from going down, but only propel him faster towards the tiles.
I arch an eyebrow up as I look down at his sprawled-out body.
“You good?” I ask, trying to stifle my laughter. That shit looked hilarious.
He nods, brushing himself off like nothing ever happened. I nod at him and wipe my greasy fingers down my already ruined outfit. I stumble out onto the dance floor and join the fray of sweaty inebriated bodies.
I’m not even aware of who I’m surrounded by, I just want to forget.
I need to forget.
I can’t keep having my thoughts so preoccupied by Lukas and Skye.
Fuck.
The amount of time I’ve spent with the two of them in my fantasies is becoming embarrassing. The things I crave to do to them have haunt me every time I'm near them.
It hurts to even imagine, especially since I wasn’t sure that either of them thought of me as anything but he quirky cute chef. But I was so much more than that.
If only they’d look deeper.
Pierce
I’m completely sprawled out beneath Salem as her dark hair surrounds my face, her lips mere centimeters from my own. Fuck, she's so goddamn gorgeous. I stick my tongue out, catching her bottom lip and earning me a heady moan. Her moans were driving me crazy. I didn’t even care that we had an audience. I didn’t care that I was sharing her. I only cared that I had her, here in this moment. Forgetting everything else.
The curse, the fire, the headmaster.
I forget everything but her. I’d made a call when we all went for water earlier ensuring we would have a ride off this cursed island. I have to get her out of here before things go to shit tomorrow night, but for now I was going to enjoy the fuck out of her pussy. All that mattered was us in this moment. My cock strains against the condom sheathing my length, as Salem teases my tip against her clit.
I’m aching to be back inside of her, even though I’ve already cum twice tonight. I need more. More of her in anyway she’ll give me. “You ready for another round, witch?” I ask. Her green eyes flash with desire, a far cry from when she looked at me with pure hatred. She doesn’t give me time to prepare for her as she slams herself down my length, sheathing myself completely inside. We both let out a loud moan.
I hear the door open and close, but I’m too lost in the feel of her to give a fuck to see who the hell it is. Salem turns her head to look, and I grab her face, keeping her eyes on me as I arch off the bed into her. I run my hand down her face, confident that she got the message to keep her fucking eyes on me while I’m inside her. I slip my fingers down her neck, squeezing lightly as she works me over. I can feel the flutter of her heart beneath the pads of my fingers as I squeeze. Her eyes dilate as she begins to gasp for air. “You’re my little witch now, do you hear me?” I pick up the pace with a groan watching as my words settle. She gives me a sultry smile of defiance and fuck me does it make me want to claim her harder. She’ll know who she belongs to at the end of this night. I must have really lost my mind for her, because here I was willingly sharing her, even though my Pride writhed at the idea of it. I’d fought it down for her, just to make her happy. Just to have this moment with her. I’ll take whatever scraps of attention she could offer me.
It's so fucking worth it.
I can feel her tightening around my cock the harder I clamp down around her throat. She slams her palm down onto my chest and twists my nipple, making me yelp out and release her throat. She takes a deep breath with her luscious lips quirking up into a smile. This vixen knows exactly how to work me over. I’m about to cum when I see movement out of the corner of my eye.
“You’re driving me crazy, wildcat.” Fucking Walker.
“Give me your cock.” Salem demands, grabbing at him without losing her rhythm.
Fuck this girl was good. She bends over to take him in her mouth, running her tongue up and down his shaft. He immediately snakes his hand through her tangled dark locks as he tips his head back hid eyes squeezing shut at how good she feels.
She looks so hot taking both of us at the same time. I feel my balls squeeze with the need to release, but I tamper it down, entranced at the way she sucks Walker's cock. Shit, I might like this more than I thought I would.
Maybe sharing wasn’t so bad.
I find her clit with my fingers, aware of an extra body in the room, probably Emmet. I rub her clit as she clamps down on my cock. She releases Walker's cock with a loud pop.