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SEVEN

C allisa’s moans permeated the room, her fists tightening around the sheets of my bed as I thrusted into her. She was bent over the bed, my hand tangled in her blonde hair. Fuck Archer, and fuck Rosalie. If he was allowed to want to screw someone else, then I could, too.

“Fuck, Seven. Just like that,” she panted, her sounds urging me on.

I pounded into her violently, the only sounds in the room were the noises she made, and my skin slapping against hers. Her juices ran down my cock, making me slip in with ease. She wasn’t the best lay I’d ever had, but she’d do. I was so pissed off that I wasn’t even sure I’d need to make her bleed in order to cum.

My skin was slick with sweat, my hair just as drenched as it stuck to the sides of my face. I brought my free hand down hard on her ass, causing her to jerk forward, a whimper falling from her lips. We’d been going at this for the last hour, and I was still no closer to getting off. My muscles burned in protest with every movement I made, and exhaustion was settling into me. She had to be sore by now, but she didn’t complain once.

Moving my hands to her hips, I used them to yank her back onto my cock while I drove forward, causing it to go even deeper inside. My breaths were ragged, and my body was begging for release, but the last thing I was going to do was run back to Archer. Her moans got louder, and I could feel her tightening around me. She’d already come three times. It didn’t take long for her to explode around me again, a cry bubbling up from her throat and puncturing the air.

My bedroom door opened, causing me to tense. Jerking my head to the side, my eyes clashed with Archer’s. His lips were parted in disbelief, anger radiating off him as he took in the scene. Catalina gasped, scrambling to cover herself with my comforter, her eyes bouncing over to a pissed off Archer. Tucking myself back in my jeans, I glanced at the naked woman.

“Get dressed,” I instructed, guilt gnawing away at me.

Archer never moved, seemingly frozen to the spot like he couldn’t believe what he just walked in on. Once Catalina was dressed, she hurried from the room, closing the door behind her. I dropped down on the edge of my bed, refusing to let him see how bad I felt that he’d walked in on it.

He finally made his way over to me, his jaw coiled tight with tension. “What the fuck, Seven,” he growled, his blue eyes flashing with fury.

Schooling my features, I barely gave him a glance. “I thought we were allowed to fuck other people.” I shrugged. “It’s not like we’re exclusive, right?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

I didn’t bother looking at him again, keeping my gaze trained on the closet door adjacent to me. “Let me ask you something,” I began. “If Rosalie wanted to have sex with you, would you turn her down?”

He was silent for a few moments, and that silence was all the confirmation I needed. “I said you could fuck her, too,” he countered like that was supposed to make me feel better.

I snorted in response, my blood boiling with anger and frustration. “I don’t want her past her virginity,” I snapped. “If I fuck her, it’ll be because of her virtue and blood, or to simply just teach her a lesson. If I fuck her, I’ll make it hurt .” My gaze snapped to his again. “Not everyone is obsessed with your little slut, Archer. She didn’t hang the goddamn moon.”

Rosalie was hot as shit, but she was coming in between me and my best friend, and no girl was worth that. Every day that went by, Archer seemed more and more enraptured by her, and it pissed me off. Deep down, I knew he couldn’t help it. It’s how his body was wired, but it didn’t hurt any less. I’d been by his side since we met, and once we started fucking, new emotions surfaced.

“So, what?” he asked after a few seconds. “You’re just going to go around fucking who ever the hell you want, now?” I didn’t miss the pain in his tone, and it had my chest tightening with guilt.

“It only seems fair.”

He huffed out a breath. “Rosalie?—”

“Is not the fucking exception,” I snapped, cutting him off. “If you want her, then go get her. But I’m not going to be waiting on the sidelines for you, Archer.” I deserved more than that, and deep down, he had to know that, too. The way he felt walking in on me and Cat, is exactly the way I’ve been feeling since he started pining over Rosalie. He even knew she was a virgin, and I was scared to know how he found that out.

Sighing, he made his way toward me and lowered himself to his knees between my legs. Bracing himself against the bed on either side of me, he peered up at me through long, dark lashes.

“Do you hate me?” he asked.

I scoffed at the absurdity of that question. “I don’t think I could hate you even if I tried. That’s the problem.”

His posture relaxed slightly, but it was obvious that he was still upset about something—probably the fact that I had someone else bent over the bed if I had to guess. “I know this is a fucked up situation, and I can’t explain my attraction for her in words?—”

I tensed, my hands curling into fists where they rested within my lap. “Please don’t. I don’t want to hear it.” I didn’t want to know how much he liked her, not when it was blatantly obvious. “Why did you come in here, anyways?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“Connor has everything set up in the woods, and I offered to relay the message so he wouldn’t have to.”

Connor was one of the security guards. My parents wired him the cash, and he bought the alcohol and music. Where we were partying was so far away from the asylum, the music wouldn’t reach prying ears. That’s one thing I liked about this place. The woods stretched on for miles. Unfortunately, there was a large, electric fence wrapped around the whole of the property, otherwise I would have left ages ago.

Sighing, I leaned forward, attempting to rest my head against his, but at the last minute, he dodged it, forcing his lips against mine instead. I reacted instantly, cupping the side of his face, and deepening the kiss. It was slow, sensual, and filled with words neither of us could say. His hands moved up to my neck, his tongue slipping through the gap between my parted lips. A low groan erupted from my chest, my dick still painfully hard.

“Come on.” He smirked, peeling away and rising back to his feet. “Maybe we can sneak off at the party but take a shower. I don’t want to taste that bitch on you.”

I huffed out a laugh. “Deal.”

Archer was much better than I was. If I walked in on him fucking someone else— anyone else—I would have torn them away from him and fucked their shit up. He was more patient than I was, more understanding. Maybe there was a part of him that felt guilty for his attraction to her, but like all obsessions, he couldn’t let her go regardless of the wreckage it caused. I wanted to be more understanding. I knew that it wasn’t something he could help, but it was still painful. Watching him chase after someone who he didn’t even know despite having me was difficult. On the bright side, he barely spared her a glance yesterday, or today when we’d seen her. But on the downside, she didn’t look too pleased about it. I’d been watching her watch him, her jaw set, and her eyes narrowed, like she was trying to figure out why he’d suddenly given her distance.

So far, she’d stuck to her word and stopped chasing after him after I threatened to rip her stuffed animal to shreds earlier this week. But the moment she allowed him to touch her intimately, or she went out of her way to see him, all bets were off. I’d make her pay for it.

After my shower, I made the trek through the woods. Twigs and leaves crunched beneath my shoes. By the time I reached the open clearing, I stopped. My gaze took in the assortment of portable tables spread throughout the area. Alcohol covered one of them with a cooler resting on the ground beside it. On the other table were a variety of different snacks.

Connor came in clutch, but who wouldn’t for two grand? The security officers didn’t make a lot of money here, so the extra compensation probably helped him out a lot—especially since he had a wife and two children at home.

“Here,” Jordan said, holding out an iPod touch. “He brought this before you got here. There’s a wireless speaker over there.” He motioned toward a tree, causing my eyebrows to dip in confusion.

“Where?”

“Behind the tree, jackass.” He huffed. “It’s already connected to Bluetooth. Just pick a damn song.”

Glancing down at the foreign device in my hand, I scrolled through a list of song titles before deciding on Addicted by Saving Abel. Since I’d been trapped in here for so long without technology, I didn’t have a strong music pallet, but some of these were familiar.

“Everything looks good,” Archer called out from behind me. I turned to see him assessing the alcohol and snacks.

Technically, no one here was supposed to consume alcohol at all. Especially people with bipolar disorder or psychosis, but with how shitty life has been for me lately, I didn’t give a shit.

It didn’t take long for people to start showing up. By the time the sun had started to set, everyone had a drink in their hand. Some people danced while others just talked to their friends. It wasn’t bad considering we didn’t have much to work with, but it was still successful.

I dropped into one of the plastic chairs Connor had brought and quietly assessed the crowd that had formed. Not everyone was here. We only invited people from the East Wing—people we didn’t think would snitch.

Turning my head, my gaze clashed with a pair of blue eyes. Rosalie. We hadn’t spoken since the incident in the cafeteria. She seemed more reluctant to be anywhere near me now, but it didn’t phase me any. My eyes darted down to her long legs, annoyance flickering inside me. Why the fuck did she have to dress like that? She was clearly begging for attention. Cheyanne stood at her side, the two of them looking around the clearing in awe. I bet the little virgin had never even tasted alcohol. A sinister smile curled the corners of my mouth as I clung to that thought.

Standing, I filled one of the red solo cups with vodka and orange juice before making a beeline for her. Rosalie’s eyes widened when I approached, and she took a hesitant step backwards. Extending my arm, I offered her the cup, but she flinched like I was going to toss it on her.

“Peace offering.” I smirked.

She knew that was bullshit. Her eyes skated over me with skepticism before she reluctantly plucked the cup from my grasp. “I don’t drink,” she murmured, glancing at the contents within the cup.

“Figured as much. Try it. It’ll help mellow you out.”

“What did you do to it?” she demanded, arching an eyebrow with accusation written into her facial expression.

I rolled my eyes. “I have no reason to drug you, Rosalie?—”

My sentence was brought to a screeching halt when Archer joined us, his gaze raking over his most prized possession. Her . My blood started to heat as he assessed her slowly and noticeably, his eyes taking in her thick thighs and long legs. He was fucking her with a simple look, and it pissed me off.

“What’s going on?” he asked, drifting his gaze to mine. His jaw was tight with tension.

“Gave her a drink.” I shrugged. Was he mad that he didn’t get to her first, or did he think I’d done something else?

Cheyanne glanced between the three of us, confusion twisting her features. “I’m going to go check out the snacks,” she decided, placing a hand on Rosalie’s bicep and squeezing. “Find me when you’re done?”

Rosalie nodded, not taking her eyes off us for a second, afraid that if she did, we might pounce on her. Maybe she was smart to be alert. Absentmindedly, she lifted the cup to her lips and tilted it back. Her eyes widened momentarily as she tasted the screwdriver I’d made.

“This is actually really good,” she admitted in surprise.

For some reason, that inflated my ego a little. Her lips were wet from the drink and for a moment, just a moment , I wanted to lick the excess from her mouth. When I tore my gaze away and glanced over at Archer, he was already watching me. A hunger in his eyes as if he knew exactly what I was thinking, and for some reason, that made my cock stir to life.

“I need a drink,” I mumbled. I made my way over to the drink area and poured vodka in a cup for myself, downing it all in one go. The liquid burned my chest, making me gasp out from how long it had been since I’d last indulged myself.

Leaning against the table, I watched the two of them talk. She seemed more comfortable around him. It wasn’t in her face, but in her body posture. What had he done to her to make her subconscious trust him? Have they just spoken a lot? Has he touched her? Did she let him? My pulse thundered in my ears as I turned my back on them and fixed myself another drink.

“Nice party,” Alina complimented, pulling me from my inner turmoil. Rachel stood at her side as usual.

Ignoring them, I took a long drink of my beverage, the alcohol warming the inside of my body and helping to put me at ease. My mind was a mess. All I could think about was what did Rosalie have that was so interesting to him? She was pretty, had a nice body, but what else was there? Did all of this stem from sexual attraction? Sighing, I glanced up at the sky, the trees blocking most of it from view. Maybe it was the fact that she was a virgin. But if that was the case, why allow me to be her first? That didn’t make much sense.

Alina glanced over at Archer, where he stood talking to Rosalie. Her eyes narrowed with jealousy that was so potent, I could feel it. I snorted into my cup before consuming another mouthful, reveling in the burn it inflicted on my chest. Turning back to me, her gaze raked over me as if she were contemplating something.

“Don’t even think about it,” I spoke dryly. “I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the only option available.”

“But you’d fuck her ?” Rachel intervened.

I snapped my head in her direction, my eyebrows tugging together in confusion. “What?

She rolled her eyes as if I were toying with her, but I genuinely had no idea what the hell she was talking about. “We saw you checking her out when we came over here,” she accused.

Realization seared through me, and it was enough to almost make me laugh. I hadn’t been looking at Rosalie. I was looking at Archer. But they could think whatever they wanted to.

When I didn’t say anything, Alina released an annoyed huff. “Are you just going to ignore us?”

I was in no mood for this bullshit. It didn’t matter who I checked out; they weren’t even interested in me. Alina liked Archer, and Rachel liked Jordan. They were just trying to stir shit up and I wanted no part of it.

My gaze drifted back to Archer who was on his way toward me. A sigh of relief expelled from my lungs, thankful that he was coming to save me from these crazy bitches. He bypassed me and started fixing himself a drink before taking up the spot beside me.

As if sensing the tension, his eyes darted to the twins. “Problem?” he asked, lifting his cup to his lips and taking a large swallow.

“Not at all,” Alina snipped in an icy tone. “We were just?—”

“Leaving,” I finished for her.

Rachel stared at me like I’d grown a second head. “You’re joking.” Glancing at her sister who was just as shocked as she was, she returned her attention to us.

“Does it look like I’m fucking joking. Get the fuck out of my face or I’ll make you go back to the asylum.”

Alina took a menacing step forward, rage radiating off of her in waves. “And what makes you think we won’t snitch on you?” she demanded.

I rolled my eyes, not at all phased by her little threat. She’d be one dumb bitch to cross us, and she knew that. “You do that, and then you won’t live to see another day,” I answered monotonously.

Rachel grabbed Alina by the arm and attempted to tug her backwards. “Let’s just go,” she muttered. Alina hesitated, but after a few moments, relented and allowed her sister to pull her away.

“Fuck,” I muttered, shaking my head.

Archer snorted in amusement. “They piss you off that badly, huh?” he asked.

I shot him a look which made him laugh. “They accused me of checking out Rosalie.” I grimaced, though it was more for dramatic effect than anything.

“Were you?” The heat in his gaze made me want to say yes, but it would have been a lie. Not that I hadn’t checked her out earlier this evening, but I’d been checking him out more.

I shook my head.

He bit his lip thoughtfully and my eyes followed as they always did. He was sexy as fuck, and he knew it. Hell, he used it to his advantage most of the time. Bringing his eyes to meet mine, a smirk twisted the corners of his mouth.

“You want to sneak off?” he asked.

He didn’t have to ask me twice.

I was beyond sexually frustrated, and the only person I really wanted to fuck was Archer. I’d been too mad at him before to consider it, but I also wouldn’t turn him down. Glancing around the party, I made sure no one was paying any attention to us before nodding at him in confirmation.

He led the way through the trees, the music getting more distant as we walked. My heart hammered wildly in my chest, my palms warming with sweat. We hadn’t had sex since the week she arrived. In two days, that would make it three weeks.

Once we were far enough away, Archer rounded on me, shoving me into a tree where my back connected with it. He looked as feral as I felt. His face was flushed pink, contrasting against his olive skin tone, and his eyes were blown wide with lust. I wasn’t sure if that was a result of me, or Rosalie, but part of me didn’t want to know the answer to that.

His lips smashed against mine forcefully, his hands fisting the front of my shirt. I stumbled into him as he jerked me, his teeth clashing with mine in a fight for dominance. A growl erupted from deep within my chest, my hands drifting to his neck where I applied the faintest amount of pressure. His moan bled into my mouth, and I devoured it, devoured him . Everything about him called to me. From his spicy scent, to the way he tasted on my lips.

I fumbled with the button on his black skinny jeans, pushing them down his legs. He hurriedly stepped out of them, never breaking the kiss. His tongue swept against mine hungrily and I allowed my teeth to graze it. The action had him shuddering against me.

Once I managed to get his boxers down, I dropped to my knees and peered up at him. His eyes were hooded, his dark lashes fanning over his high cheekbones.

I took his cock in my hand and started pumping it up and down. A hiss of approval fell from his lips, and he tilted his head back, reveling in the pleasure I was giving him. A drop of pre-cum coated the tip and I swiped my tongue along the head, moaning as the salty texture melted into my tongue. Hollowing my cheeks, I wrapped my mouth around his throbbing member, making it twitch as it slid to the back of my throat.

“Goddamn, Seven. Just like that, baby.”

His breathing grew heavy as I started sucking him up and down, his legs starting to wobble. I wrapped my hands around his hips to help steady him the best I could. His cock hit the back of my throat in quick succession. He was so fucking hot. I’d never get tired of hearing the sounds he made. His hands moved through my blonde hair, his fingers twisting in the strands.

After a few more seconds, I rose. “Hands against the tree and arch,” I ordered.

He turned to the nearest tree, placing his hands against the rough bark, and bent. I came up behind him, spitting on my hand and rubbing it against his tight hole.

“I don’t need you to prep,” he breathed out. “Make it hurt.”

A smile curled the corners of my mouth. I could do that. I kicked off my pants and boxers and lined myself up against him. My hands dropped to his waist and with a snap of my hips, I was shoving myself inside of him.

“Fuck,” he gritted out.

I didn’t need to see his face to know he was in pain. I also didn’t give a shit. He’d been pissing me off for over two weeks, and now it was time for him to be punished. Pulling out so that my tip was only inside, I slammed into him again. A gasp fell from his lips and his fingernails scraped against the tree, causing loose pieces of bark to fall to the ground. He was gripping me so tightly that it was taking a lot of work just to bottom out, but I was strong, so even that didn’t stop me.

Once he loosened around me some, I started hammering into him aggressively, my skin slapping his. The sounds of our heavy breathing and the slapping of our skin bled into the air.

The sound of a twig snapping captured my attention, causing my muscles to spasm. I froze, the tiny noise like a gunshot in the quiet atmosphere. Ripping out of him, I whirled around, my eyes scanning the trees frantically.

“Seven?” Archer questioned, dazed.

He clearly hadn’t heard what I did. He turned, glancing over at me in confusion, but when he saw my expression, he started looking through the trees, too. My gaze caught on an object, a familiar fucking object, and my muscles spasmed as horror settled into me.

“I can fucking see you,” I growled.

After a few moments of silence, the person stepped out from behind a tree, a sheepish look on their face.

“God-fucking-damnit,” Archer ground out.