Page 19 of Triumphant Kings (Boys Of Kingston Academy #3)

Sadie

I ’m having the best dream, one that involves me lying on a bed with all of my men's mouths on me. Group sex is something we haven’t done, and it’s not really something that I feel like I’m missing, but I wouldn’t be opposed to it.

I mean, who doesn’t want four hot as sin men fucking you so good you forget your own name?

But I like what we have. Giving each of my guys their own intimate time with me is something they like. Collin isn’t really big on sharing, and Preston doesn’t show any interest in it unless it’s with Declan. I don’t think Grayson would care, and Declan is kind of the same situation as Preston.

Still, a girl can dream, right?

That is, until someone, or something, wakes me up.

With blurry sleep-filled eyes, I sit up in my bed and look around. “Hello?” I ask the dark room.

Flicking on my bedside lamp, I look around my room but see nothing. The clock on my bedside table says three in the morning, and I groan.

Well, I’m up now, so I take the chance to go to use the bathroom before going back to sleep.

When I’m done, I stand in the middle of my room, debating on if I want to go back to sleep or go get some water. It’s the weekend, so it’s not like I have to be up early for school, so I choose to go down to the kitchen.

“I need to get a mini fridge,” I mutter to myself, slipping on some sleep shorts and a top before padding downstairs in bare feet.

Mark and Mom are gone for the weekend, leaving Grayson and me alone. And while I don't care about him seeing me naked, there are security cameras around the house.

Grabbing a bottle of water, I remove the cap and take a few sips before heading out of the kitchen to go back to bed.

A sound has me pausing. It’s not completely dark, a few dim lights around the house giving me enough light to move around without crashing into things. But there are still a lot of dark places.

Fear prickles down my spine. “Grayson?” I call out, praying it’s either him or my mind just playing tricks on me.

Slowly, I look around the foyer, my heart starting to race, eyes darting all around.

When my gaze finds the stairs again, I let out a scream when I see someone standing on the bottom stair. He’s tall, dressed in gray sweatpants, a black tank top, and a mask. A fucking Ghostface mask.

“Oh fuck no.” I shake my head, drop my water bottle, and bolt for the front door.

I know I’m going to die someday, but tonight is not that time.

Running down the stairs, I ignore the tiny rocks digging into my feet as I run towards the garage.

Then stop when I realize I don’t have any keys for the cars. “Fuck.” I stop, breathing heavily, and run a hand through my hair, debating where to go. I’m honestly terrified right now and don’t know what to do. Should I scream for Grayson? Would he be able to hear me outside?

Did he hear me just now when I was inside?

Not wanting to wait for whoever that was to follow after me, I decide to run towards the front gate.

I’m halfway there when I hear the masked figure shout. “Where are you going, Pretty Girl? The fun’s only just begun.”

Stumbling to a stop, I frown. Pretty Girl.

Grayson calls me Pretty Girl. Is that him? Did he put that mask on to fuck with me?

And then it hits me, and my eyes widen. The note I wrote, the one confessing one of my deepest fantasies.

Is that what's happening? Are the guys making it come true?

They did say they would, but I wasn’t sure they would be serious when they read what I actually wanted.

Licking my lips, I slowly turn around, my heart pounding so hard I feel dizzy.

The masked man stands at the bottom of the front steps, hands in his pockets, head cocked to the side as he watches me, waiting to see what I’m going to do next.

If that’s Grayson, are the others inside the house, and did I ruin it by running outside? Or is it just him?

“Come on now, Pretty Girl. You can’t make it this easy for us,” he chuckles. “Where’s the fun in that?” he asks, taking one step down.

He’s pretty far away with the fountain in the front yard between us, but on instinct, I take a step back, bumping into something.

Letting out a yelp, I spin around to find masked man number two. “Mhhm,” he hums as my head slowly tilts back to look up at him. I swallow hard, a rush of excitement filling me. “What's a pretty little ray of Sunshine like you doing out here all alone?”

I shiver for a whole new reason this time when he lifts his hand to pull at a lock of my hair.

“Not very safe, Kitten.” Another voice sounds from behind me, making me stumble to the side in surprise. “You never know who might be lurking in the dark.”

Grayson, Collin, Preston. My men. I’m safe.

At least from any danger.

Part of me wants to look around to see where Declan might be, but the other part of me is telling me to run.

I take another step away from them, then another as they both stand there watching me, wearing matching outfits as Grayson.

I’m trying not to smile, not to let this giddy feeling overwhelm me, but holy shit! This is really happening, isn’t it?

I’d say I’m still asleep and this is all a dream, but the cold night air dances along my skin, reminding me that this is very real.

Turning on my heel, I take off running towards the trees, the grass a hell of a lot softer on my feet.

“Looks like we got ourselves a little rabbit, boys!” I hear Grayson shouting from behind me. “Let the hunt begin.”

A little laugh of excitement bubbles out, a smile splitting my face. The fear is gone, replaced with adrenaline and arousal.

Catching a glance over my shoulder, I see the guys running towards me. They’re going to see me go right for the tree line. So I change paths and head for the back of the house.

Crouching under the deck, I bite my lips together to keep myself from making a sound, nostrils flaring as I try to catch my breath.

Peering through the gap between the wood, I watch the moonlight light up the yard, showing me that the guys have stopped and are looking around. They are all wearing the same masks and clothes, but I can tell the difference by their voices. “Where did she go?” Grayson asks.

“You don’t think she’s really afraid of us, do you?” Preston asks. “I swear to god, if we traumatize her, I'm going to kill you both.”

Collin chuckles. “You saw the look in her eyes. She knows it’s us. And she’s turned on. Now, shut up, stop ruining this, and let’s go find our girl. My cock is fucking rock hard and I’d love to see her choke on it.”

My thighs clamp together, and I hold back a whimper. I’m not sure how this is going to end, but I know it’s going to involve sex. Group sex? Fuck yes.

“Preston, you take the tree line, she might have just taken another way there. I’ll head back towards the front just in case she went back around, and Collin, you check to see if she went back into the house through the back door.”

They all take off, and I wait a little while longer before moving out of my hiding spot.

Knowing I can’t go anywhere else, I head towards the garden to hide out.

Once I’m there, I stop again, catching my breath. “I’m too out of shape for this.” I groan, closing my eyes as I stretch out my muscles with a groan.

When I open them again, a smile takes over my lips as I take in the garden. I’ve never been down here at night, but it’s stunning. Solar lights illuminate the space, giving it an almost magical look.

Smiling, I slowly walk around, almost forgetting the fact that I’m supposed to be running and hiding from the guys.

Stopping in the middle of the gazebo, I spin around slowly, taking everything in.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” a voice asks. I turn around to see the last masked man standing a few feet away from me. Declan.

“Yeah.” I cock my head to the side, watching him much like the others were watching me.

He has his hands shoved into his pockets, leaning against the gazebo entrance. He’s wearing the same thing the other guys are, but there’s a different energy about him.

Smiling, I know my sweet boy is only doing this for me. Chasing me, scaring me, hunting me. It’s not his thing.

“Looks like you caught me,” I say, licking my lips.

“Guess so.” He pushes off the gazebo.

“What are you going to do with me?” I ask, need pooling in my lower belly as my nipples press against the thin fabric of my sleep shirt.

“Ahh.” He rubs the back of his head, looking adorable with the Ghostface mask while he does it. “What do you want me to do with you?”

I’m tempted to laugh, but don’t want to ruin the moment. I could have fun with this.

“I’m at your mercy. You won fair and square. Do with me as you please.”

He hesitates for a moment before stepping forward quickly, taking me by surprise. In the next moment, his hands are around my neck, pushing me up against one of the posts. My eyes widen, and my breath catches. He stares down at me, breathing heavily.’

“Now what?” I rasp, arousal flushing through me. He squeezes my throat, making me moan. He lets out a small sound of need, rolling his hips forward and showing me just how hard he is right now.

“Need help with that?” I ask, sounding like a brat. “Feels painful.”

His hand is gone from my throat, moving down to grab my thighs. He picks me up and brings me to the ground. “I–I don’t–.”

This is far out of his comfort zone. I can tell he’s into this, but doesn't know how to play it out.

Not wanting this to stop, I decide to take matters into my own hands. Surprising him, I lock my legs around his waist and flip us so that he’s the one on his back.

He lets out a grunt, and I grab his hands, shoving them above his head, pinning them to the ground.

“Looks like I’m the one who caught you.” I hum, grinding my needy pussy down on his thick shaft.

“Fuck,” he moans, hips lifting up off the ground.

“Uh uh,” I tsk, shoving his ass back down with my free hands. “I’m the winner in this gam,e and I want my prize.”

“Take whatever you want,” he whimpers. “Please.”