A Rose to Keep (The Society 1)

“Can the first time ever be good?”

“Probably not, but there’s no protocol to say I can’t bring you to orgasm. You liked having my mouth on you. Do you like it when I touch you?” I didn’t know why I was even delving into this kind of conversation as it wasn’t exactly an easy topic. I was talking about having sex with a girl who now belonged to me all for the sake of the initiation process. To gain access to a hierarchy that in time would pay dividends. A secret society where greed and power were all relevant.

“I guess. It’s not like we’ve taken the time to … explore.”

“Are you blushing?” I asked.

“Don’t mock me.”

“I’m not mocking you. I’m a little surprised by how embarrassed you are. There really is no need to be.”

“You’re not funny,” she said.

I stroked back some of her hair and cupped her cheek. “Does this look like I’m trying to be funny?”

“I don’t know what you’re trying to be.”

I stared into her brown gaze, completely enraptured by her. How had I not known her? Not noticed her? Not thought to claim her before now?

There were so many questions going off inside my head, but I forced them all out of the way so I could just look at her, enjoy her.

Running my thumb across her full bottom lip, I heard her gasp. “Do you like this?”

She didn’t respond, but her tongue peeked out and flicked across my thumb. “Do you?” she asked.

“Touch my dick and find out.”

“I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to this.”

I saw how nervous she was and I didn’t want her to pull away. Taking her hand, I placed it right on my dick so she could feel everything she did to me. “That’s how much I want you.”

“Is this all real?”

“Yes.” I leaned forward, and I didn’t want to hold back anymore. Kissing her lips, I slid my tongue into her mouth, and she tilted her head back, gasping. She stroked her tongue with mine, and I tasted her. She gripped my cock a little harder, and I moved my hand down to cup one of her large tits.

She whimpered and I urged her down to the floor, rubbing myself against her. Sian spread her legs, giving me some room, and I took full advantage. I grabbed her hands, pressing them above her head, and began to thrust against her. Our clothes were in the way and it was a good thing because right now, I was holding on by a thread. If we removed them, I knew I wasn’t going to be a good boy.

I wanted her. Craved her. She was a drug I couldn’t have but needed.

Sian thrust up against me, rubbing her pussy against me.

I continued to kiss her, holding her down beneath me, feeling her body awaken to my touch.

When I finally got her in the chamber, I knew it was going to be a wild ride. I was the one destined to make her ours, the one to start the initiation process. All together, we would be bound until the day we die.

I wasn’t going to end up like my father and her mother. We would win this.

Sian released another moan as her orgasm took over, and I watched her, thrusting until I found my own release, filling my pants as if I was a normal randy teenager. I didn’t know what it was Sian did to me, but she made me so fucking hot.

Chapter Seventeen

William

Entering the month of October proved to be more stressful than any of us could imagine. First, there was the fact it was now October, so the nights were getting darker, shit was getting colder. Then of course there was the problem of the last day, the initiation. Gideon was tense as fuck. Sian withdrew from us all a little more.

School was a pain in the ass.

Heather continued to receive death threats. At first, Gideon had said it was nothing. Six more came.

You’re going to die bitch.

You don’t belong here.

We’re going to make you burn.

This is no place for trash like you.

If you think they can protect you, they’re wrong.

Are you ready to die?

All of them were … well, horrible. None of them were made in original handwriting. As per Mateo’s advice, we’d stopped digging, but that didn’t make the questions easy to ignore. We were all struggling with everything we had to do.

Gideon had no choice but to go to his father for help. The notes had been sent to an analyst, and the last we heard, The Society was getting involved. Heather wasn’t part of the initiation process. Even though she’d arrived at the school, Gideon’s father had informed us that she had nothing to do with this. It wasn’t some ploy or a tactic. Just a coincidence that Sian was friends with her.