Chapter Twenty-Five

Havermouth High School, Five Years Before

The sky was heavy and overcast, the rain a fine mist that was absolutely inescapable, chilling the air and soaking through Aislen’s jacket, beading in the fur trim of her hood. The school yard was empty, students choosing to huddle in the hallways, sheltered corners, and the cafeteria, rather than get wet.

Rhett had come by the house that morning to pick her up, despite their argument the day before, but she refused to answer the door. It had made her late to first class and earned her a reprimand by the teacher. She had already been the focus of sniggering and behind the hands murmuring as she’d entered the class, therefore, she endured the reprimand without flinching as the lesser torture.

Her first four classes had been Triquetra free, and she had hidden in the nurse’s office at recess. She had chosen the library for lunch, thinking the Triquetra were more likely to be in the music rooms, and that the library’s shelves and various reading rooms offered more places to hide. The wet weather had turned the normally quiet refuge of the library into barely controlled chaos.

The librarians had given up on encouraging students to hush, and instead hid behind the reception desk pretending to be ignorant of the loud voices. A group of junior boys had a mini-football which they were tossing between them in a ring of armchairs for group activities, and a hairdressing salon had been established in one of the reading rooms where a bunch of gum chewing middle graders wielded a straightener in combat against rain-induced frizz.

Despite the craziness, Aislen felt as if she walked in a spotlight, attracting immediate attention, her passage resulting in a wave of whispers and mocking laughter. She sat in a cubicle desk and huddled over a book wishing for invisibility.

“I heard she took all three of them at once,” a male voice said overly loud, wanting her to overhear.

“Like, how?” A girl replied, resulting a round of giggles. “What? Just because I’m not a slut. I don’t know those sorts of things.” There were whispers. “Oh my god! No way. A person couldn’t possibly!”

“It stretches.”

Oh god, Aislen closed her eyes. She didn’t know what was worse, that there was an element of truth to what they said, or that the rumours were that detailed.

“Up the arse?” Someone else said. “Ew. That’s like, one direction only, thank you very much.”

“I dunno. Heath is super-hot,” a girl said.

“I’d take any of the three,” another giggled. “But not all three.”

Aislen flinched and felt the fragile control that held the bubbles in place shatter, casting her into the mental images of the overcrowded library like falling into a stormy sea. Amid the overwhelming mental noise, an image stood out. She rose from her seat, her eyes scanning the room, causing the students gossiping about her to burst into a fresh round of mockery and laughter.

“She’s on drugs,” one of the girls said. “Look at her. Absolutely off her face.”

The library door burst open, and a teenage boy walked in with a gun. The blast as he pulled the trigger made her jump. The spray of blood from the teacher that he shot seemed to hang in the air, and the thud as the body hit the ground would haunt her darkest dreams for weeks.

The shooter, just a boy really, middle grade at most, did not speak. The expression on his face was raw, robotic, and as shocked as the students who scurried back from him, seeking shelter, seeking refuge.

He had not imagined that living out his fantasy would be so brutal. It never felt this way when he played his computer games, and yet, the power was heady, addicting… He decided life or death. In this moment, he was God.

He turned Aislen’s way… Death.

“Please don’t!” She cried out, her voice loud in its fright, ringing out over the other voices in the library and silencing them. She blinked in confusion, the shooter, the body, gone, and in his place a sea of staring faces.

“Fucking tripping,” a boy whispered. “That’s some good shit.”

“Or bad shit,” his friend replied.

Aislen didn’t even have the composure to blush. Her heart was racing, and her stomach churning. She did not know if she had shared someone’s vivid imagination as they read a book, their secret fantasy, a memory from the past, or a snapshot of the future…

She gathered up her things frantically and rushed out of the library, walking out and away, finally standing in one of the empty courtyards with her face lifted to the rain, shivering in the cold, trying to banish the residue of that horrendous vision and the icy, icy fear that had accompanied it.

“That’s a slow way to drown yourself,” Heath observed tugging her hood up around her face, and placing an arm around her, propelling her out of the rain and under cover. “We’ve been looking for you,” he added, as he carried her along with him towards the student car park.

Ahead, she saw Cameron unlocking a dual cab Ute and Rhett sliding into the front passenger seat, laughing and shaking off raindrops.

Heath pulled open the rear door and pushed her in before she could protest. “Got her,” he said, and Cameron started the car whilst Heath peeled off Aislen’s jacket, shoving it and her bag to the floor along with his jacket and bag.

Before Aislen could collect her thoughts, Heath had her on her back on the bench seat and was sliding her underwear off. A protest was on her lips but, as she looked up at him, his white-blonde hair stuck to his face with rain, and his grey eyes dominated by the iridescent sheen of his wolf, the words died. His mouth met hers as he lowered over her, his kiss clumsy as he reached between them to free his cock from his trousers. His groan breathed out against her lips as he sank into her.

“Fuck, man,” Cameron’s eyes met Aislen’s in the rear-view mirror. “Pretty sure that’s illegal.”

Heath’s breath heated her skin as he nuzzled under her jaw, sucking on her neck. His hips thrusted his cock into her in rapid, deep strokes, limited by the space in the rear of the cab. She threaded her fingers into his hair and wrapped her legs around his hips, surrendering to being taken… and she was being taken - in a frantic animalistic claiming that had nothing to do with sentiment and everything to do with ownership, she thought. She had evaded them for almost a day, and Heath was making sure that she knew she was theirs to have when, where, and however they liked.

And fuck, there was a part of her that liked it, she admitted, a part of her that was turned on by being taken roughly in the back seat of a moving vehicle and knowing that when they stopped, Cameron and Heath would probably take their turns, and that the four of them would spend the afternoon fucking in every conceivable way that four people could fuck together…

“God,” she cried out as she came, clutching Heath to her, and felt his groan vibrate through her as he followed.

“Do you know why a penis has a mushroomed tip?” Cameron said to Rhett.

“Do I want to know?” Rhett replied dryly.

“Because the mushroomed tip enables a male to scoop out the cum of other males, thus enabling his own come to get through. It’s like a biological guarantee. The bigger the mushroom, the better chances you have of your cum reaching the target.”

“No shit,” Rhett was impressed. “Raises the question, which of the three of us has the better mushroom, doesn’t it?” He added with a grin.

“I know the answer to that,” Cameron replied smugly.

Rhett snorted. “You wish.”

Cameron pulled off towards the river house, the Ute rocking as it travelled over the uneven ground.

Heath remained over her, his c-ck buried in her, seeming content to stay that way. She realized that her fingers were stroking through the hair at the nape of his neck and that she still held him against her. It was nice, she thought, to lie like that with him. Even the thoughts that flowed into her from the contact with him were peaceful and, for once, kind, focusing on his enjoyment of the feel of her beneath him, the softness of her breasts against his chest, the scent of soap on her skin and hair…

Emboldened, she leaned her cheek against his, and caressed over the back of his head, and was sure that she felt him press his lips against her neck in a kiss. He lifted up, his grey eyes meeting hers, and for a moment, her breath caught.

And then Cameron pulled over and he and Rhett hopped out, Cameron tugging open the door behind Heath.

“I’m fucking aching, watching you two fuck in the rear view,” he announced. “Make room.”

Heath pulled back, sliding out of the car without bothering to fix his trousers, his cock still hard and glossed with their cum. “Want to lick this off for me?” he said to Rhett as Cameron tugged Aislen to the edge of the seat.

She pushed herself up to sitting and saw Rhett on his knees sucking Heath’s cock, his cheeks hollowing, his hair falling in his face.

“Do you like that?” Heath’s fingers closed in Rhett’s hair. “Do you like tasting her on me?” He turned his head and his grey eyes met Aislen’s. “She’s watching. I bet she’s turned on watching you suck me clean.”

“Does it turn you on?” Cameron asked as his trousers slid to his ankles. One of his hands closed over his cock whilst the other rested against her lower back bringing her hips closer to him. “I bet it does, you dirty slut.” His grin was wicked. “Kiss me and suck on my tongue as if it were my cock,” he breathed as he adjusted against her, his cock pushing just a little within her.

She slid her fingers through his russet hair and met his mouth with hers, sucking his tongue into her mouth as he’d requested. There was something so intimate and sensual about sucking on him in such a way, she thought, whilst he thrusted shallowly into her, using the broad head of his cock to open and tease her, and the hold of her muscles to pleasure himself.

Rhett reached into the car past Cameron and retrieved a bottle of lube from the floor.

Cameron broke their kiss, throwing back his head, his eyes closing as he groaned. “Ah, so good,” he ground out. “So tight.”

Over his shoulder Heath went to his knees, and Rhett knelt between his legs smoothing the lube over his c-ck. She watched him penetrate Heath, who breathed out, his head falling forward until his chin was against his chest. Rhett gripped Heath’s hips, his fingers leaving smears of shining lube on Heath’s skin, and he stroked out slowly and then in, his arse cheeks clenching.

“Like what you see?” Cameron was watching her face.

She swallowed hard and lifted her eyes from the men fucking on the ground to Cameron’s dark blue eyes.

“Watch them,” he said softly. “And I’ll make you come.” He ground the pads of his fingers against her clit as he continued the shallow thrusts, just pushing beyond the ring of her muscle into her, stimulating her g-spot. He watched her face intently.

She felt the tight burn of orgasm, and Cameron grinned. “Go on,” he said to her. “Come for me. I want to feel you soak me whilst I cream pie you.”

“What is that?” She looked down at where his cock rocked into and out of her. Fuck, she thought, there was something hypnotically sexy about watching him remove his cock to the tip and then push it back into her. Watching, combined with feeling, added to how erotic it was, and she tipped over, clenching hard around him as she came, the sensation different because of how shallowly within her he was.

He groaned, and she felt the hot rush of his cum. As he came, he withdrew, until he was almost outside of her, and then finally finished, with the white of his cum leaking from her.

“That,” he snickered meeting her eyes. “Is a cream pie.”

Behind him, Rhett was stroking Heath’s cock in time with his thrusts into his arse and kissing along the back of his shoulders.

“Does it hurt?” She wondered as Cameron turned to watch.

“To be fucked up the arse?” Cameron replied. “No, not if it’s done right. It’s intense to be the receiver, and because of the pressure on your prostate, when you come, you… Aha,” he chuckled as Heath moaned, the jet of cum striking hard against the undergrowth he knelt over. Rhett pressed tightly to his arse, and a muscle worked in the corner of his jaw as he followed. “You come hard,” Cameron finished. “Your turn,” he added.

“Oh. No,” she shook her head. “No.”

“Tsk, tsk, naughty little slut,” he laughed. “Haven’t you learnt yet that no isn’t an answer we accept around here? We will fuck you as we want to fuck you, and you will learn to like it.”