Chapter Twenty-One

Havermouth High School, Five Years Before

Rhett’s body, in and over hers, held Aislen pinned when she would have jumped at the sudden, unexpected, and unwelcome intrusion of the other two members of the Triquetra. She gripped Rhett to her, instead, using him as a shield.

“Rhett!” She pleaded, but he pulled back against her grasp, and Heath and Cameron slid into the bed around her, Cameron laughing and using his body to pin her down when she tried to slither away.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he laughed, and she gasped as his cock nudged against her entrance, her mind filling with images of the four of them in a multitude of positions, many of which she had never imagined possible... “You’ve been teasing and taunting us for weeks, playing virginal princess in front of everyone else, and then the town bike when we’re alone…”

“Rhett!” She cried out again, as Cameron’s cock penetrated and he groaned. She sobbed in a breath as his hand cupped her jaw and he kissed her, his tongue stroking against hers as he began to thrust. She clutched at his back instinctively, not entirely sure if she were trying to prevent him from thrusting or to push him away. Unlike Rhett, he was not gentle, partially, she suspected, because she was fighting him, and it hurt, his cock intrusive and not welcome, her body tense and unwilling.

She turned her face from him, both to break the unwanted kiss and to seek out Rhett, and found him making out with Heath beside her, the two men’s limbs entangled.

“Rhett’s a bit busy at the moment,” Cameron chuckled having followed her gaze, his cheek resting on hers, his breath brushing her lips. “Don’t worry, the night is young, and there are so many ways to fuck, you’ll get to play with him again... Ah, that’s better,” he added with a sigh as the fight went out of her. “See,” his body against hers gentled and he stroked out to his tip adjusting before stroking back in. “See,” he repeated, as if proving a point.

Ours, his mind said.

“We want you, and we always get what we want,” he breathed into her ear. “You want us too, and you know it. You’ve been dying to be fucked by us. You can’t walk past us without creaming yourself. We know it, you know it… So why fight it?”

His cock glided through her as he spoke, and she pressed her face into his shoulder. She didn’t want him, he was mean to her, she told herself, even as she lifted her hips into his next thrust. Her hands slid down the smooth skin of his back enjoying the feel of his muscles working beneath it, his body against hers. When his mouth returned to hers, she threaded her fingers into the heavy silk of his russet curls and kissed him back. Fuck it, she thought, he was an arsehole, but he was right.

He was beautiful in the candlelight, his face holding the lines and planes that adorned many sculptures, his body heavier muscled than Rhett’s, built by manual labour on the land his family owned, and his hands calloused by it. Combined with his russet hair and deep blue eyes, his looks were possibly the most unusual of the three.

She felt Rhett or Heath’s hand on her thigh, flooding her with their experience of each other, confusing her senses so that she was unsure for a breathless moment who was fucking whom, all of the Triquetra taking up residence in her head, and each involved in something decadently sexual.

Cameron moaned into her mouth, his eyes closing. “Yes. Oh, yes. Fuck,” he ground out as she came. “Fuck,” he repeated, and she felt him follow, the throb of his cock within her as he strained out his seed.

She met his eyes and the expression in his was open and raw, stealing her breath, and then Heath murmured something, and their heads jerked to him. Rhett was watching her, his expression relaxed and pleased, his eyes heavy with satiation. He smiled, almost shyly, and reached out, taking her hand.

Her attention shifted as Cameron groaned and rolled to the side, and she realized Heath would take his place. She accepted it with a sense of resigned surrender. If this got out, she thought, she would never be able to show her face in town again…

Heath lay on his side, looking at her for a long moment before reaching out and touching her forehead, stroking slowly down her cheek, over her bottom lip, his eyes following his hand. Both Cameron and Rhett were completely still, just sitting and watching, almost as if they were holding their breath.

He rolled onto his back and gestured slightly with his head. “Come to me.” His eyes met and held hers, and his lip curled in malicious enjoyment.

He was making her complicit, she thought, making her participate – and how much worse would that sound at school? Aislen wasn’t raped by the Triquetra, but she enthusiastically fucked them... the cheerleaders would hate her for intruding on their territory, and the human girls would hate her for volunteering where they had been forced…

But, fuck, she thought, he was a temptation to participate, a glorious stretch of football-fit man, his chest and pubic hair several shades darker than the white blonde on his head, the overall effect of golden perfection.

As he had done to her, she did to him, stroking his hair back from his face before trailing her hand over his skin, the contrast in their skin tones striking.

“That’s right,” he breathed the words, his eyes narrowed to slits, and his wolf iridescent between his pale eyelashes. He groaned when she straddled him, his cock nudging against her. His hands closed on her hips, guiding her onto him, and his Adam’s apple moved in his throat as he swallowed hard. “Fuck,” he ground out as he was fully within her.

“Rhett is right,” Cameron said as he laid along Heath’s side, his hand on Heath’s chest, his fingers buried into Heath’s chest hair. “I didn’t fully believe it but…”

“Yeah,” Heath’s biceps bunched as he encouraged Aislen to lift to his tip and then down his length, grunting under the impact, and lifting his hips into the next stroke. “Yeah. Like that,” he continued to Aislen.

She braced her hands on his chest, her head hanging heavy as she worked her body against his, and he reached between them, finding her clit, and pressing the pad of his thumb against it, grinding it in circles.

“Rhett,” Heath gestured with his head, and Rhett’s eyes lit with his wolf, his lopsided grin far more predatory than she had seen him wear. He moved behind Aislen and straddled Heath’s thighs, pressing his chest against Aislen’s back.

“What are you…?” She glanced over her shoulder at him.

He pressed his lips to her cheek. “Trust me and relax,” he told her, as if he had not just betrayed her by handing her over to Cameron.

“I… uh, oh god,” she gasped out as Rhett thrusted into her in unison with Heath. Her chin dropped to her chest, and she breathed out heavily, tears rising to her eyes.

Rhett wound his arm around her waist. “It’s alright,” he whispered. “Give it a moment and you’ll see… You will adjust.”

“Oh god,” her fingers clenched, her nails dragging over Heath’s skin, the rasp of his chest hair loud. Heath’s fingers wrapped around her forearms, holding her hands to him, between them restraining her and forcing her to take them. A tear ran off the tip of Aislen’s nose and struck Heath’s stomach, pooling in the hollow between his muscles.

“Breathe through it,” Rhett told her as Heath began to lift his hips in a circular motion. Their grip on her did not ease. Rhett rocked back, his arse clenching, before thrusting back in with a grunt.

Cameron straddled Heath’s chest and hooked his fingers under her jaw lifting her head. He wiped her tears away with the pad of his thumb and then stuck it into his mouth. “Hmm. Open,” he told her, sliding his thumb between her teeth until he pulled her lip back like the bit of a bridle.

She opened automatically, and he groaned as he slid his cock between her lips. After a couple of thrusts across her tongue he released his thumb from her teeth and his hand stroked through her hair before tightening, painfully.

“Suck,” he growled down at her.

She inhaled in shock, swallowing in reaction, and he groaned. His cock in her mouth distracted her from the discomfort of Heath and Rhett, and the sensation began to morph with the aid of Heath’s thumb grinding her clit and Rhett’s hands cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples, until she was suddenly on the edge of orgasm.

Heath’s groan was filthy, and Rhett’s was sobbed out wetly against her shoulder as she fell, clenching around their cocks. Cameron hissed out a breath, working himself hard into her mouth so she could barely breathe, before the spray of him struck the back of her tongue, causing her to gag and fight to swallow.

“Fuck,” Rhett sighed out his breath, warm on her back. “Next time I’m below.”