“Illy, fuck. Fuckk. You need to stop, baby girl. Or I’ll come all over you—”
“Get a single fucking drop on her and I will literally break your fucking dick, Cian Ashford. I’m not fucking around,” Moses ground out, his quiet Alpha voice radiating through his body and into Isobel’s.
She squirmed back against him and pulled back to lick the salty liquid drops that were gathering on the tip of Cian’s cock.
“Isobel,” Cian whispered, his voice barely more than a rasp, his eyes unfocussed. “You need to stop, honey.”
Something swooped low in her stomach, some kind of rejection she didn’t understand at all. It was like the bond had taken over, forcing her to need certain things she couldn’t even make sense of. She needed Cian to let her lick him, mark him, claim him, and he didn’t want her to. Her vision flooded with tears—different tears this time—her stomach twisting painfully, and Cian blew out a long breath before pushing the head of his cock against her trembling lips.
“This isn’t part of your initiation,” he said huskily. “This is just what happens when you pout at me.” He pushed back into her mouth, twisted his hands into her hair, and started to fuck her mouth roughly, pushing in as deep as her throat would allow before rocking a few times and forcing himself even deeper, and then pulling out and shoving back in, repeating the brutal movements until he stilled, pulsing and spilling hot liquid deep into her throat.
Moses kept his grip on her light so that she wouldn’t choke, but she still struggled to swallow it down, her body so on edge that she was squirming uncontrollably in Moses’ lap, causing him to push his hips up, seeking relief by rubbing his erection against her.
Cian was still growling lowly in the back of his throat when he pulled from her mouth, tugging his pants up over his glistening dick immediately like he was already fighting off the urge to ease it back into her.
He crouched down in front of her, gently laying his hand over her mouth.
“Do you want to tell us now, sweetheart?”
She nodded frantically, her hips now moving in synchronisation with the drag of the stone in and out of her gripping channel. She had never felt so desperate before in her life.
She just wanted relief.
“Then tell us, and we’ll let you come.” Cian peeled his hand away, bending close so she could whisper to him. “Why did Elijah surge, Illy?”
“H-He liked dancing with m-me.”
“Was he hard, baby?” Cian crooned, an oddly calculating look flashing into his eyes.
She nodded.
“Did he want to get inside you as desperately as Moses wants to get inside you right now?”
She whimpered, clenching around the stone. “I d-don’t know. Moses d-doesn’t … it’s not like that—”
“Shut the fuck up,” Moses whispered gutturally, allowing the stone to slip out of her, holding it up in front of her. “Clean it. With your hands.”
She wrapped her hands around the slippery crystal, coating her palms in her own juices before he pulled it away, handing it off to Cian. He lifted her, spinning her around and tugging her legs around his hips as he resettled her in his lap.
“On me,” he demanded, tugging at the waistband of his pants until his erection broke free, angry and purplish, thicker than Cian’s, but not as long.
She quickly wrapped her hands around him, appreciating that he didn’t even question her insane need, and had even anticipated it. He groaned as she twisted her hands over his length, trying to cover every inch, fascinated with the way he twitched and throbbed against her fingers.
As soon as she pulled her hands away, confident that she had spread her essence everywhere, he snatched her hips and pulled her over his damp stiffness.
“More,” he grunted quietly, his voice rough and gritty. He ground her pussy over him, making her gush all over him and squirm with the now dire need to come. “Goddamn it, Carter.”
“Moses …” There was a low, quiet warning in Cian’s rumble. “You can’t fuck her.”
Moses razed his teeth along her collarbone before tugging down her shirt and sports bra, bunching both beneath her breast in his fist while he sucked her nipple into his mouth. He had lifted her off his lap and she only had the head of his dick to grind against, so she tried to push her hips down onto that, making him hiss out a breath and bite her nipple.
She exploded, and he shifted his hips so that she couldn’t press down on him the same way, dropping her back to his lap and letting her ride out the waves of her orgasm against his thigh before he stood, a torrent of curses slipping out of his mouth one after the other, his eyes a dark inferno as he set her trembling body on the stepladder and pressed his weeping cock to her lips.
“I can’t come on you,” he whispered brokenly. “It’ll cause a riot.” He seemed to be asking for permission, and for a moment, she was just as confused as he was. She didn’t have that kind of relationship with Moses.
He didn’t even like her.
But her lips were parting anyway, and he slid against her tongue with a husky groan. She could see Cian over his shoulder, watching her face with a guarded, calculating look, assessing her even though there was still a spark of heat in his expression as she took his friend’s cock all the way to the back of her throat.
Moses started thrusting unevenly, fucking into her throat as he gripped her cheeks, puffing her lips out as he looked down at her with angry dark eyes.
“Wish you weren’t sucking it all off,” he muttered in a distracted way before his hips jerked and he exploded against the back of her tongue. “Fuck … fuck … Jesus Christ … why do you have to look like you were made for me? Swallow it all. Every drop, Carter.”
He stroked a line up her throat, and then pulled out of her mouth, tucking himself back into his pants before tugging her up, into his arms.
He held her against his chest, saying something quietly to Cian, who seemed to be shifting around behind him. The sounds of the classroom on the other side of the cupboard seemed piercingly loud all of a sudden, and she felt dizzy, and overwhelmed. There were tears spilling down her cheeks, and she didn’t know how to stop them.
She had just done what?
And with Moses?
Cian seemed to be tugging her tights back on while Moses held her, and as he settled them against her hips, he saw her face.
“To me,” Cian demanded, grabbing her off Moses and sitting on the stepladder so that he could bundle her into his lap. “Shh, you’re okay, doll. You’re safe.”
He brushed her hair from her face so gently she could have been made of glass. “You did so well. You’re so beautiful, so perfect.”
She liked Cian … Cian was safe …
But right at that moment, Cian felt more than dangerous.
Without Cian, none of that would have happened.
She screwed her eyes closed, willing her body to teleport away, but of course, it didn’t work like that, so instead, she slumped into the overheated body holding her, her cheek falling to his shoulder, and she started counting inside her head.
He whispered to her that she was stunning, she was perfect, she was such a good girl, and she pushed all those words away before they could weave her back under his spell.