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Her Filthy Professors

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“Is there anyone else?”

I find it hard to speak but Daemon doesn’t care. He pounds into me, thrusting through my juices and sending me into an orgasm so hard I can’t breathe, can’t speak...only feel the millions upon millions of cells in my body ignite.

“Come, sweetheart. Now!”

“No,” I scream through my climax. My pussy pulsates so hard I can barely find my voice. “No,” I say again with more conviction.

My eyes fly open but before I can take in all of what they’ve revealed, Erik has a demand of his own. “Turn around. On your knees. Mouth open,” he commands with a voice so full of heat I don’t dare disobey.

They are breathing as hard as I am. I fall to my knees on the polished marble. All three fist their angry cocks, pumping them furiously. The second I open my mouth hot shots of cum spill over my tongue, breasts and belly.

For long seconds they continue to work their lengths until I am wearing every last drop of their sperm.

I blush scarlet as they take in the sight of me covered in their milk. Claimed again. I will tell them about my father, but not yet. It’s not time.

Erik reaches to pull me out of the floor, but I don’t take his hand. Instead I crawl back.

“I’ll be right there. I just need a minute. Please.”

All three slowly turn and enter a room off to the side.

I need a second to process everything they’ve just told me. They called me theirs. No one has ever said that to me before. Pushing my heart out of my throat I also cling to other words. Ones that stung. They’ve shared other lovers. Of course they have. I can’t be so naive as to think I am the only one. But it stings nonetheless.

I have no claim on them and words are tricky. What they say in the height of passion doesn’t always mean what my brain and heart want them to mean. I grab my phone and snap a quick shot of the moment in time all three professed I belonged to them; that I am wanted.

I stand and pad my way into the bedroom. I can’t let myself get swept away by beautiful scenery, the best sex of her life and something that is meant to only be a winter fling.

The second I enter the bathroom they pull me in and take turns washing different parts of me. After, they want to dry me off but I shoo them away.

“I got this. Promise.”

Warren hangs back, so many questions buried in his gaze. His lips are drawn tight and I notice the hurt on his face.

“Later, okay?” I’ve come to depend on them always being there for me, doing things for me and it’s a dangerous addiction I can’t afford. My heart is already open to them. Much more and I’ll be in love. A realization that has my head spinning.

He watches me with dark eyes and I know he’s mentally warring with giving me space or demanding I give him the answers he wants. Finally, after a long minute he gives a curt nod and leaves me to myself.

I forgo clothes and crawl to the middle of the bed exhausted. The curtains are drawn, I have no idea what time it is but I need sleep. I faintly feel each kiss me before I fall into oblivion.

Sometime later I wake to find the room blanketed in black. The only source of light is a small sliver of space through the cracked door.

I grab my phone and quickly check the time. My eyes are blurry at first but I quickly come awake when I hear a voice outside the room.

I ease my way to the door and it’s Erik.

“She’s not lying just because she hasn’t said anything, man.”

Lying? Who thinks I am lying?

Someone says something in a low murmur I can’t make out. I dare to get a little closer to the door. Don’t judge, okay. I don’t mean to eavesdrop, but it is me who they are talking about.

“I can’t believe there’s a chance she’s seeing someone else. How could we not pick up on it?”

My lips draw into a pucker of frustration. Did I not tell them I wasn’t seeing anyone? That there is no one else? It’s clear to me that whoever broke their hearts must have done a real number.

“I don’t think there’s a cheating bone in her body. She has barely picked up her phone since we put her on our plane.”

Daemon. At least someone believes me.

There’s a long pause that eats at my patience.

“I think I love her. I think we all have since the first damn day at Westmoore. Tell me I’m not right.”

It grows silent. So quiet I fear my racing heart can be heard throughout the hotel suite.

Someone groans and a sigh of frustration drifts in before I hear Erik say, “You’re not. At least for me.”

But there’s one voice I don’t hear chime in with the others and I back away from the door silently, my heart breaking into a million pieces.



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