Fallen University: Year Two

Breathing a little harder, I looked over at Xero. The fire demon was watching me with glittering dark eyes, and he didn’t even have to ask his question out loud.

“You too, Xero.”

I stood from my seat, holding out my hands to Jayce and Kingston, who’d been lounging beside me. Their larger hands enfolded mine, and all three men rose smoothly and followed me toward the abandoned stacks where the entrance to our little secret room was hidden.

The staircase was narrow, and we had to walk single-file, so I took the lead. I could feel three sets of eyes watching my every move, three gazes devouring the sight of my ass swaying gently side to side with each step I took. My clit throbbed harder, my whole body already desperate and hungry for more than their looks.

I wanted their hands.

Their mouths.

Their cocks.

I wanted all three of them, in every combination imaginable.

The little room wasn’t that high up, just on the second floor, but it seemed to take forever to get there. By the time I stepped inside, I was so turned on I could barely think straight.

And I obviously wasn’t the only one.

The second the others joined me in the room, our bodies came together like magnets. The three men surrounded me, Jayce claiming my lips in a hot and dirty kiss that made my toes curl as Xero wrapped his arms around me from behind, grinding his cock against my ass as he slid his hands under my tunic to squeeze and massage my breasts. Kingston’s mouth found my neck, his lips and teeth torturing the sensitive flesh as he worked his way down from just under my earlobe to the top of my shoulder.

I shuddered, trying to angle my head to give Kingston better access without breaking my kiss with Jayce. But it turned out not to be necessary. Two seconds later, the dragon shifter made an impatient noise in his throat and pulled away from me, breathing hard.

“Help me undress her.”

His words were a command, and the other two men didn’t even hesitate—although I didn’t think they were so much obeying his order as going along with what they clearly thought was a very good idea.

Hands found the hem of my tunic and lifted it. I raised my arms and broke my kiss with Jayce just long enough for the bunched up fabric to pass between us. Then we were kissing again, lost in each other’s ravenous lips as the men worked together to shove my leggings down. Kingston took over when they reached my knees, yanking my boots off before sliding the leggings down over my feet. He tossed them aside and nudged Jayce out of the way.

The hellhound made a noise of protest but shifted around to my left side, palming my cheek and turning my head to keep from breaking our kiss. Xero was behind me again, his cock a steel rod against my lower back as he wrapped his arms around me, dipping his head to kiss along my jaw as he rolled one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

I gasped at the shock of pleasure that zipped through my body, and then cried out into Jayce’s mouth as Kingston grabbed my hips in a firm hold and ran his tongue all the way up my slit, lapping up the wetness that had already gathered there.

My knees buckled when the tip of his tongue found my clit, and Kingston let out a noise like a growl.

“Hold her up. Keep her still.”

Command resonated in his voice, and once again, the other two men moved without question, the three of them working like a well-oiled machine as they took complete control of my body.

Xero’s grip on me tightened, keeping me upright even as the strength fled from my knees, and Jayce gripped one of my hands hard in his, grounding me against the onslaught of sensations as Kingston lapped and sucked at my pussy lips, drinking from me like he could never get enough. His tongue lashed back and forth over my clit, the strokes so hard and demanding they slammed right into the delicate barrier where pleasure met pain. When he closed his mouth over me and bit down gently on the sensitive nub, I tore my mouth away from Jayce’s to scream out a torrent of incoherent curses.

My entire body felt electric, and I was beginning to shake all over. Jayce didn’t give me more than a few seconds to catch my breath before he was on me again, his lips catching mine in a kiss that mirrored the kiss Kingston was giving my pussy.

“Come for us, Piper. Come on my tongue. Let them feel what I’m doing to you. Let them hear you scream.”

Kingston’s filthy whispers were muffled and broken as he continued to attack my clit with hungry, almost angry strokes. I was close, driven from zero to one hundred in mere moments by the all-consuming attention of three men. It felt so fucking right to have all of them there with me—so good that it almost made up for the gaping hole on my right side where Kai should’ve been. That side of my body felt bare and cold, and I swore I could almost feel a ghost of his touch, could almost smell his intoxicating ginger and spice scent.

Before I could spiral into the sadness of missing my fourth bond mate, Kingston stiffened his tongue and thrust it inside me.

“Oh, fuck!”

My breathless gasp ended on a groan as Xero tightened his grip on me, using the tighter hold to work my nipples even harder. He was so turned on that he’d begun rhythmically thrusting his hips, grinding his cock against me in the same tempo that Kingston was shoving his tongue into me.

Good fucking lord. Was his tongue like that before he was turned, or did it get extra long when he became a dragon shifter?

It felt like he was already fucking me, and I bucked against him, riding his face shamelessly as his fingers dug into the flesh of my hips. I was barely standing on my own anymore, held up by Xero, pressed between him and Kingston as I surrendered completely to the pleasure rocketing through me.

Jayce made a pleased little noise as he licked at my lips and swept his tongue into my mouth, obviously pleased with what the other two men’s ministrations were doing to me.