Page 58 of Escaping Hallow Hill Academy
My thoughts flow from my mind as I feel Styx’s fingers dig tightly into my waist. Then his tongue caresses across my neck, and I groan, my limbs going slack in his hold.
“We need to come up with a plan. And we need to find Kira. She’s been gone too long,” I breathe.
“Mmm . . .” Styx’s fingers slip across my flesh. “So, plan.” His fingers skim across my nipple, desire spreading across my body with the singular motion.
“Well, we need to decide who’s going to be the lookout . . .” The pinch against my nipple has me gasping as small bursts of distracting pleasure spread across my body.
“I’ll do it,” says Styx. My hair is pushed aside just before kisses are pressed to the back of my neck. “In wolf form, I can catch the scents before you’ll even see them coming.” Each word is punctuated by nips and the slide of his tongue against my flesh.
I melt into his touch. “Ahh . . . I need my sword . . .”
“I know where she keeps it. You should let everything calm down, though. Let them forget about you before you make your move. Strike when they aren’t expecting it.” This comes from Sialen. I blink my eyes open to study him, to discover the why of the rasp of his voice. His lids are hooded as he takes in the sight of me in Styx’s arms. It’s only then I realize how displayed I am, shirtless and my legs wide open for his hungry gaze.
He stares at me like a predator might, and it doesn’t frighten me. I want that gaze on me.
Slowly, he takes his bottom lip between his teeth and makes a low noise in his throat.
Oh, fuck, make that noise again.
Styx’s fingers dance across my abdomen, and I suck in a sharp breath at the sensations he leaves behind. All the while, I can’t take my gaze away from Sialen, and he can’t look away from me, either. He’s kneeling on the side of the bed, and my legs dangle off the side. I can feel his heat, every hot, dark inch of him radiating energy onto me. It feels like magic. And when his hands grasp for my calves, that feels like magic, too.
“What would you do if you had your sword, alpha?” Styx asks. The button at the top of my leather pants loosens, and the zipper slides down.
“Those are cute.” Sia nods with a small smirk as he studies the teasing hint of my panties through the leather.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as Styx pushes the bright pink material aside and dips his fingers between my folds. I grab at his knees to steady the reeling pleasure that sparks across my soul at the contact.
Beside me, Rue groans as if he can feel that, too.
“Fuck you,” I sigh, pressing my hips against Styx’s touch. “Fruits Basket is fan-fucking-tastic, and these were custom made.”
Fingers curl inside me, and I feel his thumb thrum a beat against my clit that has my chest heaving and little gasps bursting from my lips.
“Alpha.” Those fingers delve deeper inside me, stroking my walls in that blissful way that makes me forget my own name. “Your sword?”
Oh, right, the question.
“Uh . . .” I stutter slightly. He pauses his ministrations, and a low growl emits from my throat. Why does he think stopping is a good idea? It’s not. I want to be touched. I want to forget what I went through. I want to forget pain and replace it with never-ending pleasure. My hand covers his, urging him to go on, to move inside me, faster and faster, until my whole body is pulled tight with the desperate sensation of wanting release. “Styx,” I growl angrily. “Touch me.”
Hands rub up and down my calves, and my eyes blink open, relishing in the new sensation added. Sialen watches us with a predatory grin. His hands are smooth and gentle as they trail up the length of my legs. They trail higher until he reaches the waistband of my pants and begins to tug them off with slow, methodical movements.
Once he’s divested me of my garments and shoes and I’m bare before him, I feel the heat slip from my pussy to coat down Styx’s fingers entirely.
Rue inhales, and his hand comes to my knee, widening it even as Sialen leans forward on his knees.
“What would you do with your sword, chère?” Rue’s hands press to the underside of my knee, and I feel that single touch in my spine, down my whole body. Styx pulls his fingers from me, and I feel the embarrassing slide of liquid desire rush from my pussy.
“I’d use it to kill my enemies,” I say vehemently.
Sialen smiles up at me. “Good girl.”
Then his tongue slides between my folds, lapping up my own desire. My thighs clamp around his head, but Styx and Rue each grab a knee, forcing my legs to open for Sialen. It’s an overwhelming onslaught of desire he dominates me with. I arch against the demanding force of his tongue, looking for the perfect friction to ease against my clit.
“That’s it, chère.” Rue’s voice is low and seductive. It’s touched with a hint of glamor and promise. “Let him taste every bit of you.” His lips press to my neck, and somehow, magic erupts around us in soft, bursting glows like stars streaking across a night sky. I feel it in every inch of my bones, spreading like shadows across walls.
My pleasure becomes an amplified thing as Rue grabs my wrist and brings it down against the erection bulging in his pants. A zinging sensation shoots through my core as I rub against him. Is this what he feels? Instinctively, I know it is.
“Do you feel that, chère?” His fangs graze across my neck and I drop my head against Styx, giving Rue easier access.
