Her Devils

by Mae Doyle

  “Parker,” I begin, turning so that I’m looking up at him, but that’s as far as I get.

  He grabs my chin, his fingers rough on my skin, and he forces me to turn my head and look directly at him before he crushes my mouth under his. His breath is hot and he slides his hands up my body, slowly grazing them along my arms to my neck as I inch my hand down.

  From behind me, Luca rocks against me and reaches to my front, slowly unbuttoning my pants. His cock is hard and about to burst out of his pants. I can feel him throbbing against me, the heat from his body matching what I feel.

  I’m not going to be able to stop. Without warning, Luca flips me over, throwing me onto my back. His mouth is still on mine and I kiss him back, hard, not caring when he tugs my lip between his teeth. It sends shocks of pain through my body, but it also feels amazing, and I don’t want him to stop.

  I’m barely aware of Luca unbuttoning my pants and shimmying my clothes off of me. Moaning into Parker’s mouth, I reach for Luca, pulling him up so that I can kiss him, too. His mouth is soft, his kisses feather light until I pull him closer, making him kiss me harder.

  I don’t want anything soft and gentle right now. I want them to take me, to ravage me and make me cum, but I don’t know how to tell them that.

  While I kiss Luca, Parker trails a line of hot kisses along my collarbone, helping me sit up for just a moment so that he can strip my shirt off of me. I suck in a breath as the cool air hits my skin, but I’m not cold for long, as Luca undoes my bra and throws it on the floor, both of them taking a nipple into their mouth and sucking.

  The sensation is incredible and shoots through my body, making my entire body feel like it’s on fire. I arch my back, my eyes closed in pleasure and moan, the sound tearing through my body.

  “You like that, darling?” Luca kisses his way back up to my face and runs his lips along my ear, making me shiver and reach for him. “We want you, Kiera. Will you let us have you?”

  I nod. There’s no way that I can form any words, not right now, with Parker’s tongue lapping over my nipple, drawing it into my mouth. Luca smiles at me, his gaze dark with longing, and slides down the bed, his hands skimming my body, sliding between my tits, across my stomach, and finally pushing my legs apart.

  I moan and shift on the bed, and Luca nips lightly at my inner thighs, making me cry out in joy. Parker leans up to kiss me, then, as Luca licks me from bottom to top, he kneels over me.

  His cock is huge and hard, and my mouth waters just looking at it. There’s no way that I’ll be able to fit it in my mouth, but I have to try. I reach for him, biting my lower lip.

  “Please,” I whisper, making Parker grin.

  “I should be the one begging you, Kiera,” he says, but just then, Luca slips a finger into me. I’m so wet that he slides in easily and I moan, rocking down on his face while reaching for Parker. Parker leans over me, grabbing the headboard of my bed, and angles himself closer to me. I can barely breathe, I want the two of them so badly.

  It’s hard for me to think. Parker’s cock is huge and throbbing in my hands, and I lift my head off of the pillow so that I can lick the tip. He’s salty and slick, and I carefully take his head into my mouth.

  “Fuck,” he moans, reaching down and fisting my hair. It hurts, and I love it. I need him to help me know exactly what to do, and I don’t mind him taking a little control.

  It’s hard for me to even think about what to do with Luca between my legs. He’s rolling my clit with his tongue, his hot breath an incredible sensation, the nerves in my legs already starting to scream for release as he strokes my inner wall with his fingers.

  Slowly at first, and then faster, I lick up and down Parker’s cock, sliding his dick in and out of my mouth. He’s so thick that my jaw hurts, and he starts to thrust more and more into my mouth, making tears spring to my eyes.

  But it doesn’t hurt, not really. My whole body feels like it’s on fire, with these two devils loving me and taking me.

  Luca slides up my body and leans down by my ear. I can barely focus on what he’s saying with Parker’s cock in my mouth, but I’m soaking wet and ready for him, and he knows it.

  He straddles me, his huge cock pressed at my entrance. I feel him adjust his position and then push into me, slowly filling me and stretching my walls.

  Being with Caspian before was amazing, but being with two devils at once is going to send me over the edge. I can barely breathe, and I sure as hell can’t focus on what I’m doing to Parker.

  He takes control, his fingers still tightly wound in my hair, and he thrusts faster into me, his thick bulb slamming into the back of my throat with each movement. At the same time, Luca grinds into me, slowly finding his rhythm. I buck my hips, meeting him with each slam, helping force his cock ever deeper in me.

  My body isn’t mine any longer. It’s theirs, and there’s nothing that I can do to stop the energy flowing through me. My skin suddenly feels too tight, and the hair on the back of my neck stands straight up.

  I’m covered in goosebumps and sweat, the movement of the two devils rocking me higher and higher to a peak that I can’t even see yet. They’re pumping into me, both of their cocks rocking me back and forth, taking me for their own, and it’s about to send me spiraling over the edge.

  Once I reach that point, I’m not going to be able to control myself any longer.

  I want to tell them that I’m close, that my body feels like it’s screaming for release and that there’s nothing more that I can do to hang on, but my mouth is full of Parker’s cock, and any sound I make sounds like a muffled moan.

  Instead, I reach for the two of them, digging my nails into Luca’s shoulder and Parker’s arm as they rock inside of me, slowing making me come apart at the seams. There’s no way that I’m going to be able to hang on much longer. I feel my legs and my toes curl and ache, my entire body feels like there’s energy radiating out from my core.

  I’m about to explode and fall apart, and I can’t even tell them how close I am. Digging my nails in more, feeling their skin compress under my touch, I try to cry out, twisting my mouth around Parker’s cock.

  It throbs in my mouth as it slams back into my throat. Luca is so deep inside of me that I feel like we may never come apart again. We’re all locked together, and my entire body is overtaken by wave after wave of pleasure.

  I cum, screaming the best I can around Parker’s girth, as Luca drives into me, ripping me from my body so that my entire soul feels like it’s on fire and there’s nothing that I can do to put it out.

  They both cry out after me, and I groan as Parker reaches down and grabs my throat, lightly squeezing it as he shoots into my mouth. I swallow greedily, enjoying the salty taste of him.

  I want all that they have to give me.

  Even as I’m flying high, Luca thrusts into me, sending me spiraling. I’m floating high, my entire body riding waves of pleasure that don’t seem like they’re ever going to end, and he brings me back down, dragging him along with him as he cums.

  “Kiera!” Luca screams my name, and I shiver under his touch as I feel him tighten and convulse in me. We’re all falling over the edge, all clinging to each other to try to keep our heads above the crashing waves.

  Parker falls down by my side, breathing hard, and throws his arm over my stomach. His breath is warm on my neck and I snuggle into him as Luca slides up my body and curls over me, putting his leg on top of mine.

  “That was…” I begin, but words fail me. There’s really nothing that I can say to tell the two of them what that meant to me. My entire body is still rocking with aftershocks, and my skin is so sensitive that I don’t want to move.

  “You’re perfect.” Parker leans over and kisses me, his lips featherlight on mine.

  “You’re everything,” Luca adds, and I reach for him, drawing his hand to my mouth so I can kiss his fingertips. I can still smell myself on them, but it’s good.

  I like it.

  There are so many things
that I want to say to the devils, and so many things that I want to ask them, but I’m not sure where to start. I wish that Asher and Caspian had been here to join in with us, but hopefully they can next time.

  The thought of having all of my devils with me at once gives me a thrill.

  Luca leans down and pulls a blanket up, throwing it over the three of us. “We need some rest. That was…amazing.”

  They both fall asleep quickly, but I lay here for a long time, just thinking.

  I’m thinking about what just happened. I can’t believe that they want me like that and that they’re willing to be with me, even though I don’t want to choose between them.

  Hell, I can’t choose between them.

  They’re all so different, my devils.

  Before, I was worried about them taking me with them to hell.

  But now, if I’m going to survive Meyer’s Grove, I think that I need to welcome it with open arms.

  Chapter 9

  “Miss Lampley?” I don’t think that Mrs. Capps has ever called on me in class before, and I look up with surprise. She’s sitting behind her desk, a huge stack of folders on one side of it, staring at me over her computer.

  I give a little sigh and slip out from behind my seat, letting my hand rest briefly on Caspian’s shoulder as I walk past him. He’s the best thing about English class, well, that and writing poetry. I know that I should be paying more attention during class instead of scribbling in my notebook and doodling along the edges, and if that’s what this is about, then I promise that I’ll do better.

  “Good morning, Mrs. Capps,” I tell her, trying to keep my voice as cheery and light as possible. I’ve been doing my best keeping my head down in class, which means that I haven’t really made a connection with my teachers, but it also means that I’ve managed to stay off of their radars.

  They look the other way when students in class try to trip me when I walk down the aisles, or when they throw things at me during class, but for the most part, I’m safe in a classroom.

  It’s out in the quad and when I’m in the bathroom that I’m really a target, and that’s why I try my best to stick with the devils as much as possible.

  “I was looking through the poetry portfolios and I noticed that you never turned yours in.” Her voice is dry and unyielding, and I frown at her.

  “Sure I did. Caspian and I finished working on them a bit ago and I put it in the stack here with all of the others. It’s not there?” I make a move to look through the stack of notebooks, but she slams her hand down on the top of it, preventing me from peeking.

  “Obviously not, or I would have seen it, don’t you think?” She sounds irritated and I take a deep breath to calm down.

  This is the first time that any of my work at Meyer’s Grove has been misplaced, and it’s not good. I need good grades to stay in here and to keep away from my aunt and uncle.

  “I’m sure that there was a mistake then,” I tell her, trying to figure out the best way to let her know that she’s the one who messed up. “It’s easy for them to sometimes slip off of the pile.”

  But as I say the words, I look around on her desk, and my heart sinks. It’s immaculate, with not even a pencil out of place, and there’s no way that my portfolio is anywhere on it.

  She sees the look on my face and smirks. “Unfortunately, as you know, I can’t give you a passing grade without it, so I’m going to have to give you a zero.”

  “No!” My voice is too loud, and I don’t even realize that I’m shouting until I hear giggling behind me. Whipping around, I’m surprised to see that the rest of the class is staring at me, all waiting to hear what’s going to happen.

  Except for Caspian. He has a concerned look on his face as he looks at me, and I realize that I love him for it.

  I love him?

  My heart speeds up, but I push the terror down. That’s something that I’ll have to figure out at another time. I can’t think about loving any of the devils right now.

  “I’m sorry,” I apologize to her. “Maybe I’m wrong and I left it in my backpack. Do you mind if I look?” When she gestures to my seat, I walk back to it quickly, stepping over the feet that are propped out in the aisle to trip me.

  It’s not here. As much as I dig through my backpack, it’s not here, and I can’t make it magically appear.

  I swear, though, that I turned it in.

  I know that I did.

  Mrs. Capps is watching me, and when I give my head a small shake, she nods and then turns to her computer, typing rapidly.

  Shit.

  Slouching down in my seat, I try to avoid the looks that the other students are throwing me. If Mrs. Capps really doesn’t have my portfolio and it’s not in my backpack then I have no doubt that I know what happened to it.

  But who took it?

  ***

  “I’m sure that it just got left in the library or something,” Caspian says, even though we’ve been over this a thousand times. We’re out in the quad with Sophia and the rest of the devils eating lunch. Asher has his arm slung around my shoulder and has been trying to calm me down, but I can’t seem to focus.

  Everything is terrible.

  “I would think that, except I know that I turned it in. Do you think I’m crazy?” Tilting my head at Caspian, I cross my eyes, making him laugh.

  “Not crazy, no, but there’s no reason why Mrs. Capps would pretend that she didn’t really have your portfolio, you know? She’s not a very fun person, but she’s also not evil.” Caspian shrugs and takes a sip of his water. “We’ll find it, okay?”

  “Okay,” I tell him, but I’m looking at something else and not really paying attention to what he or I am saying.

  Normally during lunch, the quad is pretty quiet. It’s full, sure, but the students are all busy eating and preparing for their next class. Now, though, there’s a flurry of activity across the quad. Someone is up on the fountain, standing close to the spray, with a lot of people crowded around them.

  Sophia catches my eye and turns to look. “What’s going on over there?” She asks, and I immediately feel my body start to get cold.

  If there’s one thing I’ve learned about Meyer’s Grove, it’s when something is out of the ordinary it’s not a good thing. All of the students in the group look like they’re passing something out and I stand up to get a better look.

  “They all have flyers of some sort. Are flyers big here?” I ask my devils, but they all shake their heads.

  “They’re frowned upon because they waste resources,” Parker volunteers. “There was a huge deal a few years ago with the environmental club because other clubs were printing flyers and distributing them. That’s why most everything is electronic now.”

  “Well, they have something,” I tell him, still looking.

  The student on the fountain turns in our direction and I recognize him. It’s Barry Winters, a kid that I only know from English. He’s always the first to try to trip me and when he’s bored, he likes to write angry messages on paper, crumple them up, and throw them at me.

  “What does Barry have?” At my question, the devils all turn to look. Glancing down at them, I’m not surprised to see that they’re all frowning.

  None of us really like Barry, but he’s always just been more annoying than malicious. Something about this doesn’t feel good though.

  “I’ll go find out.” Luca’s on his feet before I can stop him, but there’s no way that I’m going to let him go over there and confront Barry on his own. I have a sinking feeling that whatever he’s doing has something to do with me.

  The other devils get up, as does Sophia, but I turn to her and grab her shoulders. “Don’t you dare, Sophia. You stay right here and make sure that you’re out of it, okay?”

  She opens her mouth like she’s going to argue but then snaps it shut and nods before sitting back down.

  Good. I can’t stop my devils from trying to protect me, but I can make sure that I do everything possible to keep my best fri
end safe.

  We leave our food and backpacks behind and walk across the quad. Because the crowd milling around Barry is talking and laughing, they don’t notice us until we’re right next to them, but then they fall silent.

  Barry turns to see what the problem is, and his face lights up when he sees me. “There she is! The poet extraordinaire! I have to admit, Kiera, I needed to know what kind of tortured poems you would write after losing your parents, and these did not disappoint.”

  To punctuate his words, he throws stacks of paper out into the crowd, who all cheer and laugh while they grab them.

  The cold anger that I felt before is quickly being replaced by rage, and I push through the crowd to get to the fountain.

  The students don’t want to move. They jostle me back, laughing, and for a moment, I’m stuck.

  “You shouldn’t be here, Kiera,” one boy says, his face inches from mine. His teeth are bared and he growls a little at me, making a jolt of fear shoot through my body.

  “Yeah,” a girl adds, grabbing my hair and pulling it, “you should be dead in your house with your stupid parents, you know that?”

  I feel like I’m drowning. No matter which way I turn, I’m surrounded by people yelling into my face and waving copies of my poems at me. They laugh and jeer, and I spin in a circle, trying to find the devils.

  If I can only see them, then they’ll be able to help me.

  “Shut the fuck up!” Asher’s voice booms out over the crowd, and although people don’t take their hands off of me, they stop yelling at me to turn and look at him.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you?” His face is twisted and enraged, and I feel my heart start to pound wildly in my chest as I watch him. There’s something powerful about all of my devils, and knowing that they have my back is the only thing that’s going to keep me here at Meyer’s Grove and ensure that I’m in one piece.

  As Asher watches the crowd, Caspian reaches me. He’s pushed his way through everyone and grabs my arm, pulling me to him. Parker and Luca climb up next to Asher, one on each side of Barry. As I watch, they take the stack of papers from him, turning them over so they can see what he was handing out.