Page 28 of Lords of Misrule
The words melt what little resistance I have left. I take his cock until he fills me, and I have to take a moment to adjust to his size. Mitch was the only sex I’ve had in recent history. Too busy for anything else. He’d been adequate—good enough to get the job done and nothing to complain about, at least before I knew what he really was.
But Rowan and Finn are in a different league than him—not just in this area, but all of them. One I might not belong in no matter how much I might want it. But for now, I get a taste, and I’ll take it while I can.
“Fuck…” It’s a low groan out of his chest when I start to move. He runs his hands over my hips as I ride him. His lids drop, and his head falls back on the couch as I start to take him deeper and faster.
I can feel Finn’s eyes on me. Watching my expressions, the way my breasts sway with my movement, and then down to where I slide over Rowan’s cock. Finn watches for a moment before he reaches out, his thumb positioned to massage my clit with each up-and-down motion of my body. I’m moaning from how good it is, and Rowan’s eyes open again to watch.
“You like that? The way he touches you when you ride me?” Rowan’s smirk resurfaces.
“I love it.”
“Good. We’re going to ruin you. Until we’re the only ones you see.” He grabs me and starts to counter my strokes, fucking me and using me how he wants even from beneath me. His arms and shoulders flex as he presses on my hips, and I’m distracted by the motion, wishing I had him as naked as I am. Finn starts to circle his thumb and the relentless assault from both of them has me on the brink, gasping and cursing with alternating effort as I feel the edge of my orgasm build.
“Come hard on my cock. Take me with you and show Finn how good it’s gonna feel when you fuck him with this sweet little cunt. So fucking tight and perfect.” His fingers bite into my hips as I start to fall over the edge of my release, begging for more of both of them and using Rowan’s shoulders to keep myself upright.
He comes with a low groan a moment later, his hips slowing as I do, taking him in shallower passes as he curses about how good I feel. I collapse against his chest without thinking about it. Forgetting for a moment that I’m dealing with Rowan and not a man with feelings. I start to pull away, but he catches me, his mouth passing over my throat in slow absent strokes, his tongue teasing against the pulse beneath my ear before he grips me tight and whispers against it.
“You’re ours now. The professor doesn’t touch you. No one touches you who isn’t me or Finn, you hear me?”
I swallow against the dryness in my mouth, surprised when the order warms every inch of me instead of making me want to rip his throat out. I nod, accepting my fate.
Sixteen
Rowan
She agrees without protest, shocking me as I thought for sure there’d be an argument. But instead, her eyes just drift over my face, her brow knitting momentarily before it clears again. Like she’s trying to work something out. But she doesn’t say a word.
She pulls from my arms a moment later, and for that moment I worry she’s going to go to Finn for comfort. But she surprises me by standing, grabbing tissues off the bookcase and her clothes, and slipping off to the corner to clean up and get dressed again. I do the same, pulling myself back together despite the fact she’s made it difficult for me.
Finn watches her with rapt attention, and I know he’s going to want her as often as he can have her now that I’ve dropped my demands where he’s concerned. I’m too fucking tired of seeing the two of them watch each other like sad little lost souls to stop it anymore.
It’s strategic on my part anyway. She’s never going to love me. She sees through too much of my mask to what’s underneath. But she might end up falling in love with him, and I need her loyalty as much as I need to hear her gasping over my cock again.
She starts to walk out of the room but stops to look back at me.
“I was headed to bed. Hudson offered me his since the couch is obviously occupied. Is that a problem?”
Possibly, depending on what the fuck game Hudson is playing now.
“Yes,” I answer immediately. “Mine or Finn’s.”
“Can I use your shower?”
“Yes.” Now I have the sudden desire to watch her clean me off her body in my shower, but I can’t. I have to go back to overseeing this debaucherous gathering. One I’ve already been absent from for too long. One I hope Hudson is overseeing with us gone. Maybe I can find him and find out where his head’s at when it comes to her.
“Thank you,” she says softly before she unlatches the pocket door and disappears out of it.
“Fuck me…” Finn scrubs a hand over his face.
“Yeah? Think maybe you can clear your fucking head now that you’ve got that out of the way?”
“Gonna need to clear it every fucking day.” He grins stupidly.
“Just don’t forget she belongs to both of us,” I warn, already feeling a swell of bitter jealousy knowing she’s probably running upstairs to recount how good he tasted.
“Unless Hudson tries to take her. We’ll both lose out then.” He laughs.
“Funny. But seriously, what the fuck is that about?”
