Wicked Royals (Elites of Macedon High 1)

I bite my lower lip, trying to contain my reaction.

“Let me see,” Tomas argues. Another hand floats between my thighs, and I hear him audibly groan. “Fuck, she’s wetter than ever.”

“Move over, asshole,” Parker commands. The hands slide away and I feel his hip bones poke my thighs, thumbs digging into my flesh while the head of his cock breaches my entrance. He grunts while burying himself deep. “I told you she doesn’t want gentle.”

My mouth widens while warm lips circle my nipple. I can hear the other boys whispering, but I can’t make out what they’re saying. Every so often, I catch one of them pointing out my shame—the fact that I can’t stop myself from reacting to the way their hands claim my body. Heat flushes my cheeks, and I struggle to cover my mouth as Parker fucks me raw.

The orgasm tears through me before I can stop it.

I’m distantly aware that Parker is coming. When he’s done, he slips away and someone else slides between my legs. A firm grip manipulates my body and deposits me on my stomach.

Soren’s voice cuts through my hazy, battered thoughts. “Don’t worry, sugar. I know exactly what spot will make you shake.”

He sheaths his cock in me, filling me to the brim with the kind of pressure that makes me want to burst. I arch into him while Lev and Tomas continue massaging my breasts—or I assume it’s them. I wouldn’t think Parker would be out for the count after one blow, but I also don’t want to assume he’s touching me.

I also don’t want to hope that he’s rejoined the fray.

I’m drawn back into my body as Soren establishes a steady rhythm. Fingers slide over my folds and then circle my clit, Tomas’s voice in my right ear. “That’s right, doll. Get into it. You like being our toy, don’t you?”

Lev is breathing hard, his hand bouncing into my side. I can only imagine what he’s doing. He’s probably just as aroused seeing me debased as he is when he thinks he’s saving me. Part of me is still hoping hard that he’s just warming back up from taking my virginity.

But it was so rough, I reflect when Lev squeezes my nipple. Another orgasm threatens to break through my facade, contrasting the guilt I feel deep down. Parker is the rough one. If it was Lev, then—

“Fuck,” I groan while scrambling for something to hold.

Tomas chuckles in my ear while Soren bows over my back. With Tomas rubbing my clit and Lev lapping at my nipple, I don’t think I can hold on any longer. I bury my face in the mattress and bite hard, hiding the pleasure that’s coursing through my body.

But how the hell can I hide that from any of them? They’ve all seen me come one way or another. They know what it looks like—and what it feels like, too.

Soren smacks my ass and knocks me to my side. I’m resting in Lev’s lap with his cock poking my rib while Tomas settles between my legs. He pins my right knee to my chest while sliding right into the mess that Soren left behind. His plunge is hot and slick, making me feel like the fleshlight I’ve become.

And it’s disgusting how much I like it.

A sickening realization smacks into me then as Tomas sinks into me—this is my life. This is what my life will be like until I do something about it. Despite having a modicum of control, of being in charge for a split second, it’s gone.

All that talk from Soren was just to get into my pants. They were all in on it together to get me to give it up to them. Even Lev. And contending with that thought while pleasure infects me is too much for me to bear.

I clutch Lev’s shoulders, trying to hide my orgasm in his neck. It’s no use. Tomas can feel how my pussy throbs around his cock. It’s what makes him blow his load. Now Lev is the only one left in the room who hasn’t fucked me senseless—if that wasn’t him who did it to begin with.

He slides my right leg over his lap, inviting me to straddle him. When his hands steady my hips, the blindfold slips, and I spot his concentrated expression, those dark eyes shimmering with a lustful intensity that sends me spiraling into a dark pit. The moment he slides his cock into me is when I notice that Tomas and Soren are fondling my breasts.

And it feels even better than when they started.

Parker stands next to the bed, the true alpha overseeing the destruction of my pussy. After this, I’ll still belong to him. In some weird, sick, twisted way, I’m always going to belong to him, even if we don’t end up getting married. I’ll belong to every single one of them.

Especially Lev.

I rip the blindfold from my face and clutch his shoulders, trying desperately to pretend that this isn’t happening, that I have some semblance of control left. Maybe I can set the pace and regain my position. I could even try to see how fast I can make him come.

But he pitches forward, stealing my power. His arm circles my waist and arches me toward him, exposing more of my body for the others to take. My brows crease together while I try not to bust, the overwhelming urge devouring me just as roughly as Parker’s mouth on my tits.

Time slows, and I’m left with the harrowing failure of my plan. When I come apart in Lev’s arms, it siphons my energy, turning me into a puddle of cum and saliva. My pussy is sore, my back aches, and my head throbs with the beginning of a vicious headache. I’m left staring at the window, watching the fall wind beat futilely at the glass to get in.

Clumsily, I reach for the edge of the mattress. My clean clothes are neatly folded on the other side of the room near the en suite bathroom. I know there’s hot water in there, fluffy towels, soap that smells like riches, but I feel too damaged for such comforts.

I’m the alphas’ slut. Why would I ever deserve those things?

No matter what I try, those boys outplay me. Every time I get ahead, they shove me right back down into the mud, laughing while I gasp for air. Tears spring to my eyes while I review the past hour or so, trying to figure out if anyone’s touch felt familiar.