Page 73 of Unbidden

There’s a huge bonfire in the middle of the clearing, a bed off to the front left. The bed is one of those fancy four-poster ones with sheer curtains hung all around it. The bonfire highlights it perfectly.

“Come on, Sage,” Keaton tells me with a wicked smile.

“What the hell is this?” I mutter.

“Welcome to Secretum Societatis,” a voice tells me from behind before a hand rests on my hip. Keaton drops my hand and tosses me a wink before running off towards the fire.

I turn to look at Reed. “Secretum Societatis. The secret group—”

“You’ll see,” he cuts me off, but I can’t stay angry with him as those hungry eyes give me a once-over.

Reed drags me to stand between him and Keaton. Keaton has a girl I don’t know to his left followed by Finley and another girl I’ve never seen before. I turn to look on the other side of Reed and find V and Sterling. V looks about ready to come out of her skin with excitement.

I turn back to Reed. “What did you get me into?”

“Let’s get started,” a voice calls from the other side of the fire. “Hello, brothers and sisters. Hello to the new recruits. You all know why you’re here.”

“No, I really don’t,” I mumble under my breath only to hiss when Reed grips my hip extra tight.

“Let’s begin,” the masked man says, nodding while several people with trays step forward.

“Drink up,” he demands as each person with a tray hands everyone a drink.

I grab a glass and turn to Reed. He raises a brow but taps his drink against mine before raising his and taking it down in one shot. I sigh and slam mine back, a cough escaping when I’m done. The unmistakable taste of tequila mixed with something else fills my mouth. Reed takes my glass and hands it back to the server.

Music begins to play that I can’t quite place, with heavy bass. Whatever was in that glass on top of what I already had tonight hits me hard and fast. Reed fits my body perfectly against his, one hand kneading my ass while the other makes its way through my hair. Soon we find ourselves moving to the music with roaming hands. I can’t tear my eyes away from his needy green ones.

“You feel it, don’t you?” he asks me in a husky voice.

I can’t help but moan back when he pushes his cock against me. We get lost in the music for who knows how long until he takes a step back and starts pulling me toward the bed.

“Reed” I say in a warning tone.

He tugs me in to him and whispers, “Trust me,” in my ear, then bites it before quickly licking it soothingly, making me sigh in pleasure.

He quickly pulls me in front of him, my back tucked tightly to his front. His cock nestles perfectly against my ass, and I can’t help but push back into him, causing him to moan.

“Look,” he tells me while nodding toward the bed. I follow his gaze. It takes me a minute to realize there’s a girl laid out on it. A man moves from the end of the bed and starts crawling up her body. I watch as she bows in pleasure while he kisses his way up her body.

“What is this, Reed?” I ask, pushing farther back into him.

“It’s our virgin sacrifice to keep the ghosts at bay for another year,” he murmurs into my ear. One hand trails down my stomach, playing with the trim of my lace panties, as the other squeezes my breast.

“That’s barbaric,” I gasp while trying to grab on to Reed, but I can’t look away from the couple in front of us.

“Just watch,” he whispers while laying a series of kisses and bites down my neck and playing my body like a fiddle.

The guy slides her panties down her legs and throws them off to the side. She grabs his hair and arches into him, whimpering when he takes his first lick.

“Do it,” I murmur, encouraging Reed to go beneath my panties and finally touch me.

“I got you, sweetheart,” he murmurs.

I imagine it being Reed and me up there on that bed when the man slides into her. Reed licking me through my first orgasm, then slamming into me for the first time. I shiver against Reed’s hard body, holding me in place to watch these two. I want to be repulsed, but I can’t help but be turned on. Reed rubs his cock against my ass while working my clit better than I can, but he never once penetrates me. My orgasm crashes into me when the girl on the bed cries out and the man jerks, dropping his head to her chest. Reed hisses behind me, holding me tight for a moment as I relax into him. When he starts to slide his hand out of my panties, I realize I have one hand tangled in the back of his hair and the other biting into his thigh.

“Sorry,” I tell him while pulling away from him.

“Feel free to pull my hair and ride my hand anytime, sweetheart.” He nods to someone over my shoulder and pulls my arm. “There’s one more part,” he murmurs.

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