by Katie May
I wonder if you can spell a vagina to fit more cocks in it at the same time.
Focus!
“People are going to be searching for me, correct?” I ask, running a finger across the distressed wood.
“Of course,” Vin murmurs curtly. “You have the flag.”
“No, she doesn’t.” Barret glances first at me and then at the flag I placed on the desk beside me. “She’s not even touching it.”
Cal and I exchange a look of camaraderie before shaking our heads and pasting on smiles. “You’re right, Barret,” I say. “But it’s just a figure of speech. What Vin meant was everyone knows I have the flag with me.”
Here’s the thing about Barret. He’s not stupid. Honestly, he’s not. He just processes things differently than other people. Sometimes, that means he takes things too literally, and other times, he becomes bored with the conversation, zones out, and misses all of what was being said.
“Wait!” I say suddenly, jumping to my feet.
“Uh oh.” Mason grimaces. “I don’t like that expression on your face. It means you’re up to something.”
My smile widens as wariness flitters across each of the men’s faces.
“I have an idea.”
CHAPTER 13
VIOLET
“This is fucking stupid,” Vin grumbles as we stand in the foyer of their shared house.
“Trust me.” Ignoring his muttered curses, I sashay to the supply closet immediately opposite the kitchen. I spot a vacuum, a broom, a duster, and my sex doll.
Yup. Apparently, it’s a thing.
Fake Violet is hunched over currently, dressed in only a revealing bra and thong. Her blonde tangles obscure her face from view. I can’t help but note the lacerations on her arms and legs as well as the wires visible on her stomach. This Fake Violet? She endured a pretty severe beating at the hands of my classmates, and her body still bears the marks.
“This is never going to work,” Vin—the Debbie Downer—laments as I haul the life-sized doll from the closet. Mason quickly moves forward to help me, his hand accidentally grazing her plump breast. Color rises to his cheeks as he lowers it to her distorted stomach.
“Sorry,” he mouths as we maneuver her onto a kitchen chair.
At first, I wonder why none of the guys bothered to help me, but when I catch a glimpse of their faces, I see why.
They’re positively livid. Cal’s wings are flapping erratically as angry red splotches erupt on his cheeks. Barret, my gentle giant, is spewing vitriol with his eyes. Jack appears concerned, and Vin looks as if he wants to rip the limbs off of every person who’d attended that party. Frankie’s face is devoid of any emotion, except for his eyes. A banked fire percolates just beneath the surface, demanding an outlet.
“I can’t believe they did that,” Cal hisses, running a hand through his light pink hair. Suddenly, he whirls on Vin, who is standing closest to him. “How could you have let this happen?”
“Me?” Vin comically points to his chest before taking a step closer. “Why the fuck are you blaming me?”
“Maybe because you’re always breaking her heart,” Cal refutes instantly, and Vin blanches as if he has been physically struck. Only his eyes move to focus on me, and in them, I see a decade worth of yearning and pain.
“I didn’t…”
“You guys are supposed to protect Cheese Curd,” Barret adds in a low, dangerous tone. His untamed green hair stands on end, almost as if his agitation is physically manifesting itself.
“What did you just say?” I know, without even having to look, that Jack has transformed into Hux. His hands ball into fists as he slowly, mechanically, turns towards the mammoth monster.
Hux is significantly shorter than Barret, but I have no doubt they’ll be evenly matched in a fight. What Hux lacks in body mass, he makes up for in pure stealth. And insanity.
Insanity...passion…
Is there really a difference?
“Do not talk to me about how I protect my precious treasure,” Hux hisses through gritted teeth. His eyes spew an almost incandescent fury, capable of lighting this entire room on fire. “Who the hell even are you?”
Cal moves to stand protectively in front of Barret, his chest puffed out. “Your mom’s secret lover,” he sneers.
Hux’s face creases adorably.
“My mom’s dead.”
Barret pushes up onto his tiptoes to whisper conspiratorially in Cal’s ear, “How can you fuck his mom when she’s dead?”
For the love of…
“I’m going upstairs!” I announce suddenly. Without waiting for them to respond, I spin on my heel and hurry to the second level.
Each of the doors are closed, so I choose a room at random and let myself inside. It’s surprisingly sparse, with a single queen-sized bed in the center of the room flanked by two nightstands. A desk sits against the far wall with a laptop closed overtop of it. Clothes are haphazardly strewn across the floor. And when I see the black tee-shirt, I realize the room I have wandered into is Vin’s.
“There are much easier ways to get into my bed,” the man himself murmurs from behind me. When I turn, I see his lips quirked upwards into his customary smirk. That smirk fades when he catches sight of the expression on my face. “We need to talk.”
“What we need is to protect the flag,” I counter, opening up his first drawer and grabbing a pair of tight boxer briefs. Fire races through my veins, but I try to smother my reaction before Vin notices.
“No, Violet.”
“I’ll just grab what I need and—”
“No.” Vin drops his hand onto the top of the dresser, effectively caging me in. I can feel his chest touch my back with each of his exhales. “I’m not doing this with you.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” I answer stiffly, my back ramrod straight. My traitorous body wants to lean against his and consume his warmth, but I shut that shit down fast. I won’t give him the satisfaction.
“I’m not allowing it this time,” he continues, his breath tickling my ear. Goosebumps pebble on my skin at his close proximity, and I pray that he doesn’t notice. “I’m not allowing you to shut me out and ignore me again.”
I spin on my heel so fast that he staggers back a step, his arms dropping to his sides.
“You don’t get to decide that,” I hiss, jamming a finger against his sculpted chest. “You don’t get to hurt me and then act pissed when I hurt you.”
“That’s just the thing!” he shouts, hitting my finger away. Once more, he cages me against his hard, muscular body. My nipples pebble through the thin material of my shirt as he leans over me. “We’re in this cycle, Violet, and I want us to get out. I can’t stand not having you in my life. I don’t want to hurt you again. I never wanted to hurt you. All I have ever wanted was to be by your side, and you’re not fucking letting me.”
“I saw you,” I point out, unwilling to let this argument go. Jealousy seeps through my pores when I remember Cheryl’s lips on his. “I saw you with that…with that snake.”
“She kissed me,” he snaps, taking another step closer until his chest touches my own. “I didn’t kiss her back. I don’t want her lips anywhere near me.”
“Am I really what you want, Vin?” I question, tilting my head back. “Because I’m pretty damn confused right now. Sometimes, you act like you hate my guts, and other times, you act like—”
Before I can finish my rant, he presses his lips to mine.
Like you want to kiss the shit out of me.
Vin kisses me with a bruising intensity, as if he wants to claim and possess me. It’s hard and rough and dirty. His tongue tangles with mine as we fight each other for control. Instead of roses and rainbows, it’s swords and shields. Our kiss is an atomic explosion, decimating everything in the general vicinity but leaving behind new life.
He glides his hand under my shirt, pulling down my sports bra so he can palm my breast. His thumb flicks over my pert nipple, and I moan into his mouth. His lips l
eave my own to travel across my cheek and to my ear.
“You drive me fucking insane,” he whispers hoarsely.
I lower my hands from his waist and to his ass, giving it a tight squeeze. “Right back at ya.”
With a moan, he begins to kiss me once more, his cock hitting my pussy with each thrust of his hips. I continue to knead his ass cheeks before a wicked idea occurs to me.
Without breaking the kiss, I pull down his gym shorts and boxers until I’m touching bare flesh. His cock springs free, already dripping with pre-cum, but I pay it no mind. At least for now.
I pull my lips away briefly to spit on my hand, and Vin watches me in confusion.
“What are you—?”
His question turns into a hiss of air as I stick one of my fingers into his tight asshole.
“Fuck!” he curses, hips jerking.
“You hurt me, Vin,” I whisper, smattering angry kisses down his neck. When I reach the juncture between his neck and shoulder, I bite down. I don’t use my fangs—that’s not the point—but the low moan he releases tells me that he knows who the predator is in this scenario.
Spoiler alert—it’s not him.
I add a second finger to the first, breaching the tight ring of muscles.
“I don’t like you with other girls,” I continue, scissoring my fingers in his anus. “Even if they instigate it.”
“I’ll kill them all,” he moans, dropping his forehead to my shoulder. And I have to admit, the idea has merit. But alas, we can’t go murdering every female who looks at him funny. That’s a little too crazy, even for me.
“I love it when you get all psycho on me,” I purr, removing my fingers from his puckered hole. Before he can complain, I slap first one asscheek and then the other. His cock bobs, pre-cum dripping onto the ground, and I realize the kinky shit likes it. Smiling at my newfound knowledge, I spank him again, harder, and his eyes roll back into his head.
“Violet…”
“Say you’re sorry,” I hiss as he begins to paw at me. When I don’t move away, he eagerly pulls off my shirt and rearranges my sports bra so my boobs spring free. My nipples are beaded nubs, and he wastes no time in running his thumbs over them both.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, lowering his head to flick his tongue over my nipple. “I’m so fucking sorry. It’ll never happen again.”
“It better fucking not,” I hiss, grabbing his cock and giving it a quick, sure stroke. “I don’t know how many more chances I can give you, Vin. You hurt me twice already.”
“I’ll never hurt you again,” he vows as I press down on his balls. He hisses through clenched teeth. “I fucking promise.”
I let go of his cock and move my hand back to his ass. I spank him again, hard, and his cock jerks before his cum spills over the floor. He curses, eyes rolling to the back of his head in bliss, as my smile turns…pretty damn evil, if the reflection in the mirror is any indication.
“Fucking hell!” he curses as I press a tender, chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“You’re mine now, Vin,” I both promise and warn. “And I’m a pretty damn selfish monster. Now that I have you, I’m never letting you go.”
LIKE WITH MASON, Vin is pissed as fuck that I won’t allow him to get me off.
Sigh. The troubles of being a female, am I right?
I give him a small, sultry smirk and pat his cheek. “You’ll just owe me one later,” I tell him with a wink, my mind already running rampant with the possibilities.
I know Vin and Mason are both as straight as can be, but I can’t ignore the throb in my pussy at the thought of the two of them taking me together.
Biting my lip to contain my lust-filled moan, I quickly change into a pair of Vin’s boxer briefs and one of his black tee-shirts. We have been up here for almost twenty minutes. No doubt, the others will be wondering what we have been doing for so long. I’m surprised Hux hasn’t raided the room already.
“Will this work?” Vin asks gruffly as I grab my discarded clothes. I flash him a smile, but internally, I’m envisioning his face as I finger his asshole. What can I say? I’m insatiable.
“Of course. I’m a genius—”
I tumble to the ground as my foot catches on the edge of his desk chair.
Fucking hell.
“Okay, genius,” Vin says sarcastically, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Aren’t you going to be a gentleman and help me up?” I extend a hand, and he rolls his eyes.
“Haven’t you realized? I’m an asshole.” He shrugs unrepentantly, but helps me to my feet anyway.
“You sure do like things in your asshole,” I tease. When his eyes flare with heat, I’m very, very tempted to forget about this whole stupid game, tie him to the bed, and ride his cock until we either pass out from pleasure or pain. But alas, I’m too competitive to let Cheryl win.
I’m the team fucking captain, and I’ll make Cheryl my bitch by the end of the day.
Speaking of…
“Did you know that Cheryl’s nipples turn into seashells when she’s aroused?” I mention casually as we exit Vin’s room. The hunter staggers over his own two feet, nearly faceplanting before he rights himself. And he calls me clumsy.
“Why the hell are you staring at Cheryl’s nipples?” he snaps. “When she’s aroused?” He tries to hide his reaction—he honestly does—but it slips through before he can mask it. Instead of aroused at the prospect of two girls having sex together or even confused, he’s jealous.
Oh, the irony.
“What would you say if I told you that I fucked her?” I ask nonchalantly, and his nostrils flare. Now, he doesn’t even bother to contain his jealousy—it radiates from him in tangible waves. “That I kissed those perky breasts of hers and licked her seashells. What if I said I buried my face in her pussy while she played with my nipples? Or that our slick pussies rubbed against each other? That our nipples brushed as she swirled her tongue around first one and then the other?”
Vin releases an enraged roar, lunging forward until he’s pressing me against the wall. I’m so startled I drop my spare clothes onto the ground. He places his palms on either side of my head and rubs his nose against my own. His breathing is labored as he struggles to gain control of himself.
I wonder…
“And what if I told you that Fish Boy was there as well?” I quirk a single eyebrow as pure madness reflects back at me in his brown gaze. “That I played with his cock while he—”
He slams his lips to mine in another claiming, possessive kiss. When he pulls away, his eyes are wild, crazed, and refuse to focus on any one thing.
“Don’t talk about shit like that, okay?” he snaps, lowering his face to my neck. I run my fingers through his short dark hair.
“But what if I told you that just today, I gave Mason a blowjob?” I place my hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look at me. “What if I said that he licked my nipples. What if I told you that I ran my tongue down his cock?”
The madness gradually recedes, replaced by…lust. Pure, unfiltered lust.
Interesting.
“What about Hux and Jack?” I continue, gauging his reaction. “I kissed both of them. I rubbed my pussy against Hux’s cock until we both orgasmed.”
His pupils become dilated, and his breathing shutters in and out. His now erect cock touches my thigh as he crowds even closer.
“And what about Frankie?” I lick my lips, and his eyes follow that movement. “What if I want to grip his cock in one hand while I jerk off Mason in the other? What if I want to run my tongue down the vein in Jack’s cock?”
He closes his eyes, as if my fantasies physically pain him, before reopening them and focusing on me.
“That is so fucking hot,” he breathes, devouring my lips once more. He sucks sharply on my bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth, before releasing it with another pained groan. “I don’t know how to fucking explain it. I’m not into guys or anything,
but the thought of you with my friends makes me so fucking hard. I want to watch you run your tongue over Mason’s cock. I want Jack and Hux to play with those perfect breasts and nipples of yours. I want Frankie to pound into your sweet pussy lips.” He presses his forehead to mine, squeezing his eyes shut once more. “But the thought of you with anyone else…” A low growl reverberates through his body. “I’ll tear them limb from limb.”
“Even if it’s a girl? Isn’t that, like, a guy’s fantasy?” I question seriously, but Vin releases another snarl in answer.
“No. No one else.” He lowers his hands to squeeze my ass, just as I did to his.
“Well, hot fucking damn,” Mason breathes from the end of the hallway. I jump at the intrusion, but Vin merely holds me tighter, glaring at his best friend. Even from this distance, I can see the outline of Mason’s cock in his loose shorts. “I have to agree with Vin, here. The thought of you jerking him off makes me hard as hell. But the thought of you sucking Cheryl’s tits makes me want to murder the bitch. And that’s coming from a man who watched lesbian porn.” He shakes his head once as if attempting to clear his muddled thoughts. “But, Pinkie, you should get down there before the guys blow a gasket. Thanks to Cal, we know exactly what you’ve been up to, and I’m pretty sure Barret is explaining what a boner is to a very confused Hux.”
Heat swarms low in my stomach at the thought of all of them waiting downstairs for me, knowing that I just made Vin come. There’s something empowering about that sensation, something I can’t put into words.
“Let’s win this game,” I tell them firmly, shoving Vin away from me. “And then I’ll take a bath in Cheryl’s tears.”
CHAPTER 14
VIOLET
I glare at the disgusting green slime Frankie coated me in. According to him, it’s designed to dampen my scent against strong shifters and werewolves. It also makes me impossible for witches to track.
