Page 42 of Wicked Chains (Serpentine Academy #2)

Thirty-Nine

“Is this really happening?”

Soren takes my wrists and lowers my hands. “Only if you want it to.”

I look at Drake. He nods, once. “If it’s what you want.”

Lucien rises from the chair, crossing the space in two strides. “If you don’t, say so now.”

I look at all of them. These men who terrify me and make me feel more alive than I ever thought possible.

“Yeah,” I say, voice shaking but steady. “Yeah, I want it. I want all of you.”

Lucien kisses me first. It’s gentle, almost hesitant. He slides his hand along my jaw, thumb resting on my cheekbone, and tips my face up to meet his. His lips are hard, but it feels good. He takes his time, making it last.

Soren doesn’t wait. He attacks my neck from the other side, teeth grazing the tender skin just below my ear. He sucks a mark there, then traces it with his tongue. “Had to get there before the vampire did,” he murmurs, his breath hot and wicked.

Drake shifts behind me, hands massaging my shoulders, cool lips pressed to the nape of my neck. His touch is possessive and desperate, like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he lets go.

I’m surrounded. Hands everywhere: Soren’s up my thigh, Lucien’s tangled in my hair, Drake’s at my waist. It’s overwhelming and perfect.

Soren slides his hand under my shirt. “You wearing anything under this, Rose?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

He grins. “I would.”

Lucien lifts me up so I’m standing. He peels the hoodie off my shoulders, careful and deliberate, then the shirt underneath. My bra is nothing special, cheap cotton, but the way Lucien looks at me, you’d think it was made of spun gold.

He cups my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they’re hard and aching. Drake is behind me now, unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them off. His fingers find the edge of my panties, tugging them down just enough to expose me.

Soren kneels at my feet and buries his face between my thighs. I gasp, grabbing onto Lucien’s arms to stay upright. Soren’s tongue is hot and relentless, lapping at my cunt like he’s starving for it. He circles my clit, then flicks it fast, and I nearly buckle.

“Hold her,” Soren says, and Lucien does, arms braced around my waist as I rock my hips against Soren’s mouth. Drake is behind me, whispering encouragement in my ear, cool breath making goosebumps rise on my skin.

Lucien licks my neck, then bites down, not enough to break skin, but hard enough to make me moan. I feel his cock against my hip, hard and insistent.

Soren is ruthless. He sucks my clit, plunges two fingers inside me, and fucks me with his mouth until I can’t see straight. The world collapses into heat and sensation.

I come, hard, legs shaking, and Lucien has to catch me or I’ll fall. I ride the wave, crying out, not caring who hears. Soren’s tongue doesn’t stop, and he drags another orgasm out of me before I even finish the first.

When I finally slump, Soren wipes his mouth and grins up at me. “Told you I could make it better.”

Lucien lifts me, cradling me like I weigh nothing. He lays me on the bed, and Drake is there immediately, crawling over me, kissing my lips, then my chest, then lower. His hands are everywhere, hungry and reverent at the same time.

Lucien undresses, slow and meticulously. He folds his clothes as he removes them, which is hilarious and also weirdly hot. His body is carved marble, pale and perfect. His cock is long, thick, and I want it inside me right now.

Soren peels off his shirt with one hand, then his pants. He is sexy, he is temptation, he is sin itself.

Drake is last. His body is solid and hard, like his old life remembered every muscle. His cock is beautiful and so very thick, the head flushed and glistening.

Lucien positions himself at my head, kneeling on the bed so his cock is level with my mouth. Soren slides between my legs, lining up to enter me, while Drake spoons me from behind, fingers teasing my nipples and clit.

“Are you comfortable, Rose?” Lucien asks, brushing hair from my face.

“I’m perfect,” I say, and mean it.

He guides his cock to my lips, and I open for him. He slides in, slow, letting me adjust to his size. His hand cups the back of my head, steady but not forceful. I suck him, tasting him, and my tongue flicks his tip, making him groan.

Soren enters me in one smooth thrust. He’s so hot and thick, stretching me until I cry out. He pauses, making sure I’m good, then starts to fuck me in deep, hard strokes.

Drake’s fingers find my clit, rubbing in tight, small circles as Soren pounds into me. He kisses the back of my neck, and with his other hand he massages my breasts, alternating soft palming with firm pinches to my nipples.

The sensations are too much, overlapping and intensifying until I’m trembling. Soren fucks me harder, slamming into me with an urgency that’s almost violent. Lucien fucks my mouth, slow and controlled, but every time I look up I see his eyes burning with need.

Drake slides his cock between my ass cheeks, teasing my back entrance. I tense, but he kisses my shoulder, murmuring, “I’ll go slow.”

He lubes himself with my wetness, then pushes in, just a little.

I tense up, instinctively, so Drake pauses, thumbing my clit again until he feels me relax.

Then he starts pushing into me, inch by inch, until he’s fully buried.

The stretch burns at first, but then it’s amazing.

I’m full, completely, and every movement sends shocks through me.

Drake’s hand is wrapped around my belly, holding me steady as he thrusts shallowly, careful not to hurt me.

I come again, screaming around Lucien’s cock, and this time the orgasm is so strong I see stars. My whole body shakes, and Soren doesn’t stop, fucking me through it, relentless.

Lucien tenses, then I feel hot spurts as he climaxes in my mouth, his cock jerking as I drink it down. Soren comes next, filling me with a rush of heat. Drake is last, he slams deep in one last thrust, then groans, spilling inside me.

They all collapse around me, spent. Soren falls back on the bed, one arm draped over his eyes. Drake spoons behind me, hand resting on my hip. Lucien wipes me clean with a handkerchief from his jacket pocket, then rests beside me.

For a long moment, there’s only the sound of my panting. We don’t speak. We don’t have to.

I’m safe. I’m held. I might even be loved, even if none of us will say it out loud.

Eventually, Soren sits up. “That was fucking intense.”

Drake grins, looking more alive than ever. “You’re welcome to try and top it.”

Lucien just kisses my temple. “Rest, Rose. We’ll keep watch.”

I close my eyes, exhausted and happy, feeling the warm press of bodies all around me.

Just before sleep takes me, I remember the blood mark. The way Ash can feel everything I feel, the way our connection works both ways.

I wonder if he was aware of this, if he felt every tremor, every moan, every orgasm. The thought should terrify me. Instead, I feel my pussy clench. I wonder if he can feel that too.