Page 25 of Wicked Chains (Serpentine Academy #2)

Twenty-Three

Rose

The taste of his skin, the sound of his voice in my ear, the pressure of his body pinning me down, all of it spins my mind out, makes my nerves light up like a Christmas tree.

Soren’s hands are everywhere, greedy, taking what he wants but giving it back tenfold.

The ripped-open dress exposes me fully, nothing between us now.

His mouth travels down, biting, tongue flicking, soothing, then biting again.

Each time he marks me, the fire in my belly blazes hotter and hotter.

He slides down my body, biting a trail from my nipples to the softness of my belly, then lower, until he’s between my legs, spreading me wide.

The sound he makes as he looks at me, fully exposed to him, has me clenching inside, then he’s diving in with his mouth, tongue fucking me expertly, in a way that has my back arching off the mattress.

“Oh my God,” I gasp, but he doesn’t stop.

He’s relentless, lapping, sucking, using his fingers to stretch me open until I’m shaking.

I come against his tongue, hard and fast, an aftershock of the day’s chaos exploding out of me.

Soren just moans against me, like he’s drinking down the orgasm, and when I finally collapse back to the bed, he comes up grinning, lips slick, eyes pure black.

“You taste like forbidden fruit from the Garden of Eden, Rose,” he says, and I laugh, out of breath and sanity. “And I am a very hungry demon.”

Before I can come up with a comeback, he’s inside me, pushing in slow and deep, taking his time with it, making sure I feel every inch as he enters me.

My body opens for him like it was waiting, needing to be filled just like this.

He holds himself above me, forearms braced on either side of my head.

He starts slow, hips rolling in a too-slow rhythm that’s taunting. “Is this what you wanted?” he asks.

I can’t speak, I just moan and nod my head ‘yes’.

He fucks me faster, harder, pace building, then flips us without warning so I’m straddling him, impaled and gasping, his cock so deep it’s almost painful. I ride him, arms braced on his chest, using him for my own pleasure as I chase my orgasm. Soren grabs my hips, forcing me to take him deeper.

“Look at you,” he says, watching me with eyes that see everything. “Witch on top, finally in charge. You want to know what I’m thinking?”

“No, but I’m sure you’ll tell me.”

He pulls me down, mouth at my ear. “I want to see you lose it. Want to watch you come apart on my cock. Show me.”

I want to fight, but there’s nothing left.

I chase the next high, grinding down, chasing friction, using his hands on my ass for leverage.

I’m so close already, the edge right there, and Soren knows it.

He slides a hand between us, rubbing my clit with his thumb, and the orgasm hits before I can stop it, crashing over me with so much force I see stars.

My thighs clamp around him, and my head drops to his shoulder, lost.

He sits up, holding me on his lap, his mouth on my neck, sucking marks into my skin. “That’s it,” he whispers, and I realize he’s barely holding back, waiting for me to ride it out.

I rock against him, greedier now, wanting to milk every last drop. Soren’s hands find my tits, squeeze hard, and I gasp, wanting more.

I feel another orgasm winding up, and this one is going to kill me.

He stands with me still impaled on his cock, and carries me to the wall, pushing my back against the cold surface.

His strength is unreal, nothing about this should be possible, not the multiple orgasms either, but maybe that’s because demons like him are sexperts?

And he makes it look easy. He fucks me against the wall, and the new angle has me screaming his name, unable to care if the entire dorm can hear.

“Tell me what you want,” he commands, holding my wrists above my head.

I almost say “everything,” but the word that comes out is, “Harder.”

He laughs and obliges.

This time, when I come, it’s a full-body exorcism, and Soren finally loses his control, shuddering as he unloads inside me.

We both slide down the wall, boneless and sweaty, a mess on the floor. For a minute I can’t move, don’t want to move. Soren just holds me, arms tight around my waist, breathing hard.

“Fuck,” he says, finally.

“Yeah,” I agree, head spinning. “Fuck.”

Soren grins wickedly, and whispers in my ear, “You think we’re done? Not even close, witch.” He grabs me, lifts me up like I weigh nothing, and tosses me belly-down onto the bed, then he drags me up on all fours. I hear him behind me, and it makes my pussy clench.

He spreads my thighs, thumbs digging into the soft flesh at the top of my legs, and lines himself up behind me.

There’s a second where I feel nothing but anticipation, and then he pushes inside, hard, deep, no hesitation, just the thick stretch of his cock filling me up from behind, gliding in easily with how wet I am.

I gasp, pushing back onto him, because it’s perfect, exactly what I wanted, maybe more than I wanted, and he knows it.

“That’s it,” he says, voice a little wrecked. “That’s perfect. You’re perfect. So fucking greedy for it, Rose. Don’t stop, give it to me.”

The demon is right. I don’t stop. I can’t. All I want is more, more pressure, more stretch, more friction, more hands gripping and holding me in place as I fuck myself back onto him, my body moving on instinct and pure need. His cock fills me so deep my vision goes white at the edges.

My body is on fire, but then I feel an icy chill, like a winter wind blowing through the room.

My eyes fly open.

Drake.

He’s standing by the bed, just a little more than a shadow at first.

For a second I panic. He’s going to be pissed, I think. I’m not even sure why, it’s not like we’re exclusive, he’s a ghost, and I’m not. Still, I feel a flood of guilt.

Soren notices the change before he sees Drake. He tenses, hands locking down on my waist.

I look at Drake, trying to figure out if he’s about to storm out or attack Soren or what. He doesn’t do either. Instead, he moves his face close to mine.

His thumb brushes my cheek, gentle as anything.

Drake’s eyes flick to Soren. Then he grips my chin, and turns my face fully toward his mouth and kisses me, gently at first, then harder, as if he needs to remind me, and himself, that I’m his, too.

I open for him, letting him take.

Drake pulls back, gaze locked on mine, searching for any sign of no.

Soren’s still inside me, but now I’m hyperaware of both of them, of what could happen next. There’s a look in Drake’s eyes, a question he’s not asking out loud.

I turn my head just enough to see Soren’s face. He’s smirking, but there’s a dare in it. “Well?” he asks. “You up for it, Rose?”

I’m not even sure what “it” is, but something primal in me answers, “Yes.”

Drake’s mouth splits in a crooked smile, and I feel a little jolt of adrenaline.

He stands, unfastens his buttons on the fly of his trousers, and lets the thick, perfect length of his cock spring forward.

Drake steps forward, guiding my head with his hand, and brings himself to my lips.

I open for him, and his hand strokes my face. Soren is fire and smoke, all wild energy. Drake is ice and snow, cool and deep and endlessly patient. He slides into my mouth, slow at first, then deeper, fingers threading into my hair.

“Christ,” Soren says, sounding breathless. “You’re going to kill me.”

With Soren fucking me from behind, and Drake in my mouth, I am completely full, overwhelmed in the best way. Every sense is on high alert, every nerve ending tuned to the two of them and the way they move me, use me, adore me.

Soren leans forward, hand fisting in my hair next to Drake’s, and for a second their fingers overlap, tangling together. Soren leans in, mouth at my ear. “You look so fucking good like this. Who knew you were such a greedy little witch?”

Drake groans, the sound vibrating through my jaw. “She’s perfect,” he says, and my heart flip flops.

They set a rhythm, both working me, alternating in and out, the push-pull making me dizzy with pleasure.

I come again, moan around Drake, choking a little as he hits the back of my throat. He shudders, but doesn’t come, just pulls out and strokes my hair while Soren slams into me harder, using me like he’s trying to fuck me through to the next room.

“Are you close?” Soren growls.

“Yes,” I whimper, desperate.

“Good. Because I want to see you take both of us at once.”

Drake’s hand is on my chin, tilting my face up, mouth hovering over mine. “You’re so beautiful, Rose,” he says. “So strong.” Then he slides his cock back into my mouth, and I lose track of everything except how I feel at this moment.

Soren grabs my hips, rutting into me, harder, deeper, until I’m sobbing with it, body clenched tight. “Come for us, little witch.”

I do, falling apart so hard I nearly black out, and that’s when both of them lose it, Drake shooting down my throat, Soren filling me from behind. It’s filthy and beautiful, and I never want it to end.

When it’s over, they both hold me, supporting me as my legs give out. Soren lays me gently on the bed, pulling the sheets over me. Drake settles next to me, arms wrapped around my waist, kissing my hair.

Soren sits at the edge of the bed, still naked, still half-hard, watching us with a strange fondness.

“That was a fucking show,” he says, and there’s a hint of pride in it. “You’re something else, Smith.”

I pull the covers tighter, not sure what to say. It’s a little awkward, but only because it’s new territory.

“Are you going to stay?” I ask Soren.

I glance at Drake for his approval, and he nods.

Soren’s mouth quirks. “Duty calls, unfortunately. I should go before I’m missed” He stands, dresses quickly, then bends to kiss me once. “You know where to find me.”

“Take care of our girl,” he says, and then he’s gone, out the door and into the night.

It’s quiet again, just me and Drake.

I turn to face him, searching his face for any sign of anger or disappointment. “You’re okay with this?” I whisper.

He brushes hair away from my eyes. “You’re not mine to keep, Rose. Not really. Even if I wish you were.” He looks away, silent for a long moment. “I’m not sure how long I’ll be here. You deserve someone who can protect you when I can’t.”

“I never thought my best option would be an incubus professor,” I say.

Drake laughs. “He’s more than that. To you, at least. I’ve been watching him a long time, Rose. I’ve never seen him like this before.”

“Like what?” I ask, genuinely curious.

“Like he cares about something other than himself.” Drake draws patterns on my bare shoulder. “There’s a connection between you.”

I let that sit, unsure what to do with it.

Drake kisses my forehead. “You don’t have to choose. I’d never make you do that.”

I’m too tired to process everything, so I close my eyes, letting myself drift in the warmth of him.

I fall asleep tangled up with him, wondering if I’ll wake up and find it was all a dream.

But when I open my eyes next, Drake’s still there.

And I know everything has changed. I just don’t know what that means.