Page 19 of Nine Inch Nasty (Hemlock Academy #9)

Jackson

We’re all quiet as we make our way back up the stale stairway up to our floor, the laughter and voices from behind the other closed dorms feeling out of place.

All of my focus is on my mate, as is all of ours. We’re walking with her at the center of all of us, consciously doing it or not, and I can’t believe that Spencer and Wil thought for even a second they were going to wander off to their former dorms and not follow us.

I like the fact that they didn’t assume I guess, but Delaney is going to need all of us next to her while we settle in and adjust to being in our boringly normal world again.

Time in that realm must have been all wonky and shit because it feels like we’ve been gone weeks.

The door across from Delaney’s opens as we get close, Spencer’s sister stepping out with wide eyes as she catches us.

She only hesitates for a second before she’s throwing herself at her brother, then yanking Delaney in for a side hug as well.

“Where the hell have you guys been? I was worried sick! They said everything was fine, but…”

Violet trails off as she notices the way her brother is staring at Delaney. “Wait. Shut up. Shut. Up! Am I imagining things, or are you two totally together?”

I guess pulling Spencer in for a nasty kiss is far more effective than trying to explain, so Delaney takes that option.

It takes far too little effort for things to heat up, with Spencer spinning to pin Delaney to the wall, twining his hands with hers as he pushes it into the wall above her.

With his forearm bared like that, it’s obvious to everyone that he’s now wearing a bond mark, and Violet starts legitimately screaming.

She also tackles Delaney, pushing her brother out of the way in the process, screeching, “Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods!” over and over, ad nauseum.

Delaney is laughing now, and then Violet trips and they both go sprawling on the floor while Violet’s mates take a moment to congratulate Spencer.

Violet starts going on about an official ceremony for their family, and how much their parents are going to freak out, and it’s such a good dose of happiness that we really needed.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. You guys…we need to catch up. You are alright though, right? Because like, you look a bit…travel worn.” She punches Spencer in the arm. “Where the hell were you?”

Spencer rubs his arm and then pulls Delaney into his side so he can throw an arm over her shoulder and kiss her head, which has Violet positively swooning.

“Official kingdom business works as good as any excuse…” he trails off, looking at this ragtag group of people now tied together for life, minus the two most adulty of us all.

“Can’t really get into it out here, but…

” he turns to Delaney, silently pleading.

“We all need…a bit of rest. Amongst other, er, things. But soon. You guys should come over for dinner, or something? Yeah. We can do that in a few days, right loves?” Delaney questions, picking up Spencer’s need to pull his family into our troubles.

Like any of us are going to deny her anything, and I have no problem admitting as much. “Whatever you want, babe. We can figure something out for food. We’ll let you know when we’re up to it, but sometime this weekend should be good.”

“Okay. Yeah, okay then. You better tell mom, you twerp. She’s been bugging me since I told her you were hanging out with Shelly again—"

“You did what ?” Spencer screeches in irritation.

“Well, you know I can’t keep anything back from that woman. She was asking what you were up to because she hasn’t heard from you and that was the last I had heard about you and…well…I’m sorry, okay? We were just really worried about you!”

She throws herself at Spencer again and hugs him, squishing him and Delaney’s faces together. “Fuck, you two are cute together. This is going to be weird living across the hall from each other, but…so fun!”

“Violet?” one of her mates asks.

“Oh, right. We were on our way out. Okay, well, go…take care of each other. Gross. But like, Delaney, you go girl! Okay, talk later, byeee!” and she flounces down the hall, pulling her mates with her.

Spencer lets out a deep exhale, running his fingers through his hair. “Mom’s probably going to flip out even louder. Just be prepared, she’s going to be obsessed with you, Delaney.”

Delaney flips her hair and turns to unlock our door. “Lots of people are,” she says with a wink.

Fuck, I know I am.

Walking back into our dorm feels entirely too normal.

Leo stills in the middle of the room, staring at the window where his perch was for so long, then decidedly going towards it to peek out the window and make sure everything out there still looks the same.

Maybe he’s feeling a bit trippy like I am, thinking that he imagined being freed, since the whole trip to Glittertopia— gods, now that I’m saying it, I feel really dumb for not guessing its truth earlier— was imagined and projected to all of us somehow.

I don’t think I want to dive too deep into the magic that makes that possible, because… yikes.

Also, my mate is stripping and beelining it to the shower. That’s where I’m needed.

Since the shower isn’t quite big enough to fit everyone, it’s kind of a race to see who gets there first, and you better believe I’m going to be there.

My brother promised to tongue fuck her, after all.

We were first mates after Ash and Leo, but I don’t entirely think that Ash counts, so I like to think August and I have a bit of seniority here.

I chuck my clothes in one of the many laundry hampers we’ve got in our massive closet, consider burning them, and then decide it’s not even worth a contemplation right now when my mate needs me.

I’m only steps into the bathroom when Delaney’s arm shoots out to grab me and pull me in, already sitting on August’s face like the queen she is as he kneels in the shower, my dick poking her in the hip as I use the hands our good goddess gave me to palm Delaney’s chest. “Fuck I missed these. Being a cloud sucked.”

“Yeah, going to have to agree with that sentiment,” she huffs as she throws her head back, my brother’s tongue doing something good.

Fuck, it’s so tempting to try and slide into Delaney while my brother is there. Why the fuck do I want his tongue on me so bad? It’s got to be just because it’s so taboo, and so fucking filthy. I’m a dirty boy though.

Like he can read my mind, August’s eyes flash up to me, full of heat, and even though his face is buried in our mate’s cunt, I know he’s thinking similar things.

Probably best I take it out on Delaney, give her all the energy that’s building inside my chest before it blows up and incinerates all of us.

I suck her tongue into my mouth, grabbing her roughly by the back of the head, teeth clacking together, and then I start biting up and down her neck, using one of my hands to pinch at her nipples.

“C-can I uh, join you? Someone took the other sh-shower…”

We all freeze and look over at Wil, standing in the pretty large shower, naked, covering himself with his hands in an act of absurd modesty.

Delaney reaches for him, gripping onto his forearms while my brother works on getting her first orgasm out of her.

“You’re mine now, Wil. Wherever I am, you belong, too.”

He nods, then starts awkwardly washing his hair, eyeing my brother and my hungry dick with a loud, nervous swallow.

“Need a demonstration?” I ask him, pumping myself.

“I uh, don’t swing that way, sorry.”

I bark out a laugh. “Not what I meant, little brother. August, help me with our girl, would ya?”

Wil feels like that a little bit, like a little brother.

He’s skinny and nerdy and awkward, but I know he had a crush on our curvy girl almost immediately upon meeting her.

There hasn’t been a single interaction between them that’s rubbed me the wrong way, and I love how fucking nervous she makes him.

Time to have some fun.

August stands on somewhat shaky legs after kneeling and holding up Delaney for several minutes, not bothering to wash off his face before kissing her.

Then he steps behind her and grabs her by the hips, and I help him get her legs apart so her perfect cunt is split open and dripping with need as the hot water sluices over all of us, trying to blind us.

Nothing can deter me though from getting to where I want to be this instant.

“Oh, fuck,” Wil whispers, and I think that’s the first time I’ve heard him cuss.

“Slot A,” I say as I grab myself, “Slot B.” I grin like a maniac as I rub a hand over Delaney’s sopping entrance, her legs draped over my brother’s forearms.

Wil stumbles against the wall, subtly pinching himself to stop from coming already, eyes wide and face sweating as I shove myself balls deep into his new mate.

I have to work myself up onto my toes to reach her since August has her a bit high for me, but she looks so absurdly good like this that I don’t ask him to move her one inch.

When I pull out and slam back in, I can’t fight the compulsion to lean forward and meet my brother’s forehead over Delaney’s shoulder.

Breathing the same air, I fuck him the only way I ever will, the only way I should want to, as I take our mate, trapping his fucking rock-hard cock between my thighs as I do.

“Every fucking time Delaney, I swear to fucking gods your body feels even better than I remember.”

She’s got one arm wrapped around my head, the other around my brother, breath stuttering as she whimpers.

When I can’t take it anymore, I start working my brother inside her as well, wasting water in this pointlessly long shower but not fucking caring, because when he starts to squeeze inside that tight, hot spot with me, I start to black out and Delaney starts screaming, squeezing us for all she’s worth.

I know we made plans to take this to the bed, but it’s been too many days since I’ve been inside of her, and this isn’t going to last long at all.