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THIRTY-FOUR

SABLE

I hate being a fucking damsel.

It’s not fair that every time someone confronts me, I freeze, shutting down until one of the guys steps in to save me. And of course, this time, it had to be Levi—the one person who still isn’t thrilled about my presence in his space. Yet, he stood up for me.

As he storms off, the tension in the air lightens, allowing me to finally take a full breath. I exhale slowly, feeling the weight of his lingering anger lift off my shoulders.

Kai’s dark eyes soften as they take in my wide ones. “Are you sure you’re okay?” His voice is gentle yet probing.

I flash him a wide grin, willing myself to reset, to push away the lingering discomfort. “Yes! I am perfect.” The words come out too brightly, but I force them to stick. I tip back the hard seltzer can, draining it in a few gulps, the cold liquid burning as it goes down. Wiping away the stray drops from the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand, I step away from them, eager to shift the mood. “Let’s get this fucking party started!”

Grabbing both Dayton and Kai’s hands, I tug them toward the truck where the latest radio hit blares through the speakers. I position myself between them, like the filling in a human sandwich, feeling the beat of the music thrum through my veins. My hands slide up Kai’s chest, tracing the hard lines of muscle, while Dayton’s grip tightens on my hips, swaying us all to the rhythm.

The music pulses around us, and I loop my arms around Kai’s neck, letting the lyrics tumble from my lips. I’m not drunk—not even close—but this moment of sheer abandon feels intoxicating. For a few minutes, I can forget about the chaos of AGU.

I can forget about the murders.

I can forget about Vicky.

Right here, with my men, I’m safe.

Dayton leans in, breathing in my scent as he growls possessively in my ear. A smile spreads across my face, and I tilt my head back, inviting him closer. His lips crush against mine in a bruising kiss, his tongue slipping past my lips, tasting of beer and something darker, more addictive.

These men have become my addiction, their touch a drug I have no intention of quitting. They each love me in their own way, and I’ve learned to distinguish their affection even in the dark. Blindfolded, I could tell who’s touching me just by the way their fingers brush against my skin.

“Babygirl,” Dayton pants against my open mouth, his voice rough and needy.

Before I can respond, I feel a third set of hands, strong and insistent, pulling me away from him. My body instinctively shifts, my arms wrapping around a new neck.

Silas.

“Little devil,” he murmurs, “you think you could have fun without me tonight?”

I open my eyes to find his face inches from mine, those stupidly gorgeous eyes of his filled with something close to regret. I’m still upset with him for embarrassing me in the library, still struggling to forgive him for everything he’s done. But when he looks at me with that remorseful expression, his left dimple deepening, I melt. Against my better judgment, I pull him into a kiss, his lips warm and forgiving as they move against mine.

We finally pull apart, my eyes locking onto his. “Congratulations on your win, Mr. President,” I tease, the corner of my mouth quirking upward.

Silas runs his tongue across his bottom lip, his eyes darkening with power. “Mr. President? God, why does that sound so fucking sexy coming out of your mouth?”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Silas Morgan.”

“Will it get you to follow me for a surprise?”

“Where?” I ask, feigning disinterest.

”Down into the catacombs.”

I pause for a moment, remembering that the last time that I went down there I managed to find two members of OCK spearing a girl, and then Dayton finger fucked me until I came into delirious bliss.

“Can Kai and Day come too?” I ask.

Silas smiles, that cocky grin of his spreading across his face. “I was counting on it.”

I follow Silas, the four of us making our way through the throngs of people who’ve shown up. If there’s one thing about AGU, it’s that no one ever shies away from a party. But ever since last spring, parties have lost their appeal for me. The guys know that, even if I haven’t gone into detail about the night, I was drugged. They sense my unease, my reluctance to let loose completely. They only ever give me canned beverages, always wiping the rim before opening it in front of me. The only time that I drink any sort of open air beverage is when we are at home.

As we walk through the chapel, I feel eyes on us—on me. Most of DSN knows the guys have chosen me, have accepted me. It’s the other frats whose eyes burn into my back, their gazes filled with something I can’t quite place. Respect? Envy? Or something more malicious? I can’t tell, and honestly, I don’t care. With the horsemen at my side, I’m invincible.

Silas opens the door that leads to the stone steps down to the catacombs. Dayton enters first, and I follow close behind, with Kai and Silas right behind me.

“Where do you think Levi went?” I ask, unable to shake the worry gnawing at my gut.

Kai sighs, his brow furrowing. “Hopefully somewhere to cool off.”

“He shouldn’t be making such a public accusation during a police investigation,” Dayton hisses under his breath.

I stiffen at the reminder, not wanting to think of Levi as being involved, not wanting to believe he could be responsible.

Dayton leads us down the narrow corridor until we stop in front of a door with a brass lock, weathered by time and use. The crest of DSN is carved into the wood with meticulous care, a scorpion with his stinger, armed and ready.

“Each year, the president is given a set of keys to this room,” Dayton explains, holding out a long metal key. “Silas was given five-three. We ended up duplicating the fourth one. Each one of us has a key.”

“Had,” Kai says, handing me his key. I take it hesitantly and look between the three of them.

“Why are you giving me your key, Kai?”

“Because you are ours and I’d give every part of myself to you without a second thought.”

“What is the room used for?”

“Open it, little devil,” Silas urges, his eyes watching me closely.

I glance at Silas. A deep breath steadies me as I slide the key into the lock, feeling the tension knot tighter in my stomach.

The door creaks open, revealing a room bathed in soft, amber light. The walls are lined with old, weathered tapestries, and a heavy wooden table commands the center, surrounded by chairs.

Dayton steps in close, his hands already finding my hips, possessive and sure. His breath is hot against my ear as he whispers, “Close the door, Kai.”

The door clicks shut behind us, sealing us off from the world outside.

I step forward, my fingers grazing the surface of the wooden table in the center of the room. The wood is smooth, polished by years of use, but I can feel the faint indentations of carvings—initials, dates, symbols—etched into its surface. It looks like every officer has come and made their mark on the table.

“Welcome to the heart of DSN,” Silas says, his voice reverberating softly in the confined space. “This room is where the most important matters of the fraternity are discussed. Only the officers, and now you, have access.”

I move toward the walls, where tapestries hang, their colors faded but still rich with intricate designs. They’re like pieces of a puzzle, each one adding to the larger picture of DSN’s history. My eyes are drawn to a particularly detailed tapestry depicting a group of men in dark cloaks, their faces hidden, standing in a circle around a blazing fire.

“These tapestries are more than just decoration,” Kai explains, noticing my interest. “They’re records of significant moments in DSN’s history, dating back to when the fraternity was founded. The one you’re looking at represents the formation of our brotherhood—the original founders taking their oath.”

I trace the outline of one of the figures, feeling the rough texture of the fabric beneath my fingertips. “They look... ominous.”

“They were,” Dayton adds, his voice low. “AGU fraternities were born in the shadows, during a time when power was gained through secrecy and influence. Those men understood that, and they built their respective fraternity on those principles.”

“So, each one is different?” I ask.

“Or very similar. Depending on how you look at it. It’s a brotherhood that extends far beyond this campus. It’s not just a social club for four years. When you belong to one of the main three, you are attached for the rest of your life,” Dayton answers.

I continue to explore, my fingers brushing over the various objects scattered around the room. A large, ornate mirror hangs on one wall, its surface slightly tarnished, reflecting the room in a dim, distorted light. Beneath it sits a small wooden chest, its lid closed, but the edges worn smooth from frequent handling.

“What’s in here?” I ask, kneeling to examine the chest.

Kai crouches beside me, flipping open the latch with ease. “This is where we keep the fraternity’s relics—items passed down through generations, each one with its own story.”

He lifts the lid, revealing a collection of objects inside: an old pocket watch, its face cracked but still ticking faintly; a silver dagger with a handle inlaid with tiny emeralds; a faded photograph of a group of men, their expressions solemn as they stand in front of the very same table that now sits in the center of the room.

I reach for the photograph, my hand trembling slightly as I lift it from the chest. The men in the picture stare back at me, their eyes filled with something dark and impenetrable. The photo is old, yellowed around the edges, but the intensity in their gazes is undiminished by time.

“Why are you showing me all of this? I’m not DSN,” I ask hesitantly.

Silas takes my hand, pulling me to my feet with a gentleness that belies the darkness in his eyes. “No, but you are one of us,” he says. There’s no room for argument in his voice—this isn’t a suggestion or a hope. It’s a fact, one that he’s decided for me.

I glance at the others, seeking some kind of reassurance, but all I see in their eyes is the same conviction.

Silas’ finger trails down the curve of my neck, leaving a path of fire in its wake, and I have to fight the urge to lean into him, to let him take what he wants. But the moment he asks, “Little devil? Do I get a victory prize tonight?” His voice low and teasing. His mouth hovers just above mine, our breaths mingling as his eyes lock onto mine with a predatory intensity.

“Not so fast, Mr. President,” Dayton drawls, his voice dripping with wicked amusement. “You don’t get to just take what you want. Not tonight.”

Silas’ eyes narrow, but he doesn’t protest. Instead, he glances at Kai, who’s standing on the other side of the room, watching the scene unfold. I can see the dynamic shifting between them, the silent communication that passes through their eyes.

“Mahal... come here,” Kai commands.

Without hesitation, I step away from Silas, the distance between us suddenly feeling vast, and move toward Kai. The second I’m within reach, his hand slides up my hips, over my stomach, and then wraps around my throat, his grip possessive, pressing just enough to make me feel his control without taking away my breath.

My pussy floods with arousal, the sensation of being so tightly held, so dominated, igniting a fire deep within me. Kai’s fingers flex around my throat, his thumb brushing along my pulse, feeling it race beneath his touch. He’s not just holding me—he’s claiming me, marking me as his in front of the others.

“Just sit and watch us take care of our girl,” Dayton taunts, stepping closer to us. His eyes gleam with sadistic delight.

Silas’ jaw clenches, but he remains silent, his eyes locked onto me as Kai begins to undress me. His free hand moves to the hem of my dress, lifting it inch by inch, exposing my skin to the cool air of the room.

I need them to touch me.

Kai takes his time, his movements slow and precise, as if he’s savoring every moment. He tosses the dress to the side then trails his fingers down the center of my chest, between my breasts, my skin erupting in goosebumps, leaving me in nothing but my panties.

“Beautiful,” Kai murmurs. He steps back slightly, just enough to give Silas a clear view of me.

“Look at her, Silas,” Dayton says, his voice softening to a dangerous purr. “Look how perfect she is. The only way you can touch her tonight… is if you crawl to her.”

Kai guides me into the largest chair in the room—a high-backed leather throne more fitting for a king. The cool leather contrasts with my burning skin. Kai spreads my legs open. “So fucking wet already, mahal.”

“See how she glistens, Silas? What’s it going to be?” Dayton grins.

Silas lowers himself to his knees. I can hardly believe what I’m seeing. Silas Morgan, the man who commands a room with just a look, is crawling toward me. The power he usually wields like a weapon is stripped away, leaving him vulnerable, exposed. And it’s all for me.

My heart pounds in my chest, a wild rhythm that matches the swirling storm of emotions inside me. There’s a part of me that wants to stop this, to tell them that it’s enough. But another part, the darker part, revels in it. In the sight of him submitting, bending to my will, my desire. It’s a heady, intoxicating feeling, one I never knew I craved until now.

This man—this powerful, arrogant man—is on his knees, and it’s because he needs me. Not just want me, but need me in a way that’s raw and undeniable. The thought sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine, pooling heat between my legs. How many people have seen Silas like this? How many have seen him surrender like this, with his pride stripped away, left only with his desperation for me?

Dayton steps behind Silas, his hand running down the length of Silas’ spine, pushing him lower, making him crawl more submissively. “That’s it, Silas, crawl to her. Show her how much you need her. Show us how much you want to worship her.”

He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire, with desperation. “Sable... please”

The sound of him begging, the sight of him on his knees, is too much. My body reacts instinctively, my hips arching toward him as my breath comes in short, ragged gasps.

“Do you want her, Silas?” Kai asks.

“Yes,” Silas breathes. “I need her.”

“Then you’ll have to work for it,” Dayton says, his hand gripping Silas’ hair and pulling his head back.

Silas’ eyes flash with a mixture of submission and defiance, and then, slowly, he leans forward, pressing his lips to the inside of my thigh, a shiver running through me at the sensation. He’s close, so close to where I want him, but he’s holding back, waiting for permission.

“Good boy,” Dayton purrs, his hand still tangled in Silas’ hair. “Now make her feel it. Make her see how much you need her.”

As he begins to worship me with his mouth, the pleasure that courses through me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It’s more than physical—it’s emotional, psychological. It’s the knowledge that I hold this power over him, that I’ve made him crawl, made him beg, and he’s done it willingly. With every stroke of his tongue, every groan that escapes his lips, I know that I’ve claimed a part of him that no one else ever will.

Kai steps beside me, his hands cupping my face as he leans down to kiss me, deep and demanding. “You’re ours, Sable,” he whispers against my lips.

Silas’ mouth moves against me with a skill that makes my entire body hum with pleasure. His tongue flicks and circles, each movement long and teasing, as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of me. I arch into him, my hips moving of their own accord, seeking more of the delicious pressure, the heat that’s building inside me like a storm ready to break.

Dayton’s hand stays firm in Silas’ hair, guiding his movements, keeping him exactly where I want him.

Kai’s hands slide down my body, one cupping my breast and the other sliding lower, fingers brushing against my clit, working in tandem with Silas’ mouth. The dual sensations are overwhelming, pushing me closer to the edge, my breaths coming in short, desperate gasps.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Kai murmurs against my neck, his voice thick with arousal. “We’re going to make you come so hard, Sable. You’re going to scream for us.”

Silas groans against me, his hands gripping my thighs, pulling me closer as he devours me with a desperation that borders on madness.

“Kai... Dayton,” I gasp, my voice trembling with need. “I’m going to?—”

“Not yet,” Dayton commands, his voice firm and unyielding. He tugs on Silas’ hair, pulling him back slightly, just enough to keep me on the edge without letting me fall over.

I whimper, my body trembling with the effort of holding back, the denial of release making every nerve in my body scream for more. The pleasure is so intense it’s almost painful. The need to come from an all-consuming fire that burns through me with each passing second.

“Please,” I beg, my voice barely above a whisper, my body shaking with need. “Please, let me come.”

“What do you think, Silas?” Dayton purrs. “Has she earned it yet? Or should we make her wait a little longer?”

Silas’ eyes are wild with lust as he looks up at me, his lips glistening with my arousal, his breath coming in ragged pants. “Let her come,” he says, his voice rough and desperate. “Please... she needs it.”

The sound of Silas begging for me, pleading for my release, makes me teeter even more over the edge. My body aches for it, every muscle tight with the need to let go, to fall into the pleasure that’s building inside me like a tidal wave.

Dayton seems to consider Silas’ words, his gaze flicking between us before he finally nods. “Alright, Sable,” he says, his voice softening slightly. “You’ve been a good girl. Come for us.”

The second he gives me permission, Silas’ mouth is back on me, his tongue working with a renewed intensity, as if he’s determined to pull every ounce of pleasure from my body.

I cry out, my body arching off the chair as the orgasm rips through me, a violent wave of pleasure that crashes over me, leaving me breathless and trembling. My hands clutch at the arms of the chair, my knuckles white as I ride the wave, my body shuddering with each pulse of ecstasy that wracks me.

Silas doesn’t let up, his mouth relentless as he continues to lap at me, drawing out my orgasm until I’m a quivering, gasping mess, completely at his mercy. Kai’s fingers never falter, working me through the aftershocks until I’m utterly spent, my body collapsing back against the chair, my breaths coming in ragged and uneven.

“Good girl,” Dayton murmurs, his voice filled with approval as he releases Silas’ hair, letting him move back just enough to look up at me. “But we’re not done yet, are we, Silas?”

Silas shakes his head, his eyes still locked on mine as he kneels between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs. There’s a desperation in his gaze, a need that goes beyond just the physical. It’s as if he’s trying to prove something, to show me just how much he needs me, how much he’s willing to give up for me.

Dayton steps back, his eyes flicking to Kai, who’s still standing over me, his hands gently stroking my skin, grounding me after the intensity of my orgasm. There’s a silent understanding between the two of them, a plan that’s been formed without words, and I can feel the tension in the room shift as they prepare for the next move.

Kai’s hands grip my shoulders, pulling me back against the leather chair, his breath hot against my neck as he whispers in my ear. “You’re going to take all of us, Sable. We’re going to fuck you until you can’t remember anything but how good it feels to be ours.”

“Please,” I gasp, my voice trembling with desperation. “Please, I need you. All of you.”

Dayton’s hands slide down my body, his fingers finding my nipples, pinching and rolling them until I’m moaning into Kai’s mouth. The pleasure is almost too much to bear. “Tell us what you need, Sable,” he whispers, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Tell us how badly you want it.”

“I want it,” I breathe, my body trembling with the effort of holding back, of not letting myself fall apart completely. “I want you all inside me. Please, fuck me.”